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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ava

I hurry my steps, weaving between the passing students, who traded one class for another. I won't say I'm running away, because I wasn't. I instead was saving the lives of every person that crossed my field of vision. And one in particular should be more grateful than the others, that her head was still attached to her body.

I scowl, as Jessica matches me step for step. If I wasn't so focused on restraining myself from killing her, I would be impressed with the way she kept up with me, dodging her fellow students with the grace of a top tier assassin.

Jessica has made it her personal goal to be my friend-her words not mine- no matter how I felt. During our shared psychology class, I had done my best to ignore her, trying to focus on my new least favorite teacher, Mr. Scott. The man, I must admit, spoke with an air of confidence and playfulness that had even me intrigued. He didn't exactly teach anything today, nothing of substance, he just insisted on playing what he referred to as an ice breaker activity. It was called two truths and a lie.

The purpose was to tell your desk partner three things about yourself. Amongst the three things, there should be one lie, and your partner would guess which one was the lie.

Jessica had pounce instantly, eager to precede and, "get to know me."

After I had given her my three statements, Jessica had found it hilarious when I had casually said I had once assassinated the prime minster of Sweden. She had giggled herself silly, picking that as the lie, and the two truths being that I had grown up on a farm, and once owned three dogs. I don't correct as she goes into a spiel about wishing she had grown up on a farm, and how her family was a pet caring lot.

I had mentally added, growing up on a farm to my cover story, somehow fitting it in to make sense. After that, Jessica had several brushes with death. After she had mentioned how enlarged my pupils looked, I was thankful that Mr. Scott had found it prudent to end class ten minutes early, due to an errand he had to run. With all my stalking, I knew he had to attend his son's doctor appointment.

Now here I am trying to escape, her talkative mouth, and annoying cheeriness. It should not be this hard to live amongst these people without slaughtering someone.

I was just about to make my great escape, my senses sharpening to the cloak and dagger of an assassin, when I hear a startlingly loud cheer. I turn my head and catch a group of athletic males. I slow my steps, unable to stop my curiosity, something not even Father could break out of me.

I focus, listening to their yells as what had to be students jumped up and down giving loud shouts. My eyebrows furrow as I take in a dark-haired male, who stood tall and muscled, a soft smirk sitting arrogantly on his face. His eyebrows are pierced through, resting with an arch above his blue eyes that shine with mischievousness.

I'm caught by surprise at how he reminded me of someone I once knew, someone I had thought I had forgotten. It was chilling how much he resembled him. If he had grew to be older, I was sure that, that person would have looked like this.

I study him more, my attention captured by him. He throws his head back in a loud laugh, as one of the others playfully shove him to the side. I frown. That expression doesn't match the face I remembered. He playfully shoved the offender, with a teasing sneer.

He is athletically built, his shirt pulling across his chest, exposing how muscled he was. He wore a brown t-shirt, with some type of cartoon character that had its tongue stuck out on the side of its lips, with the words 'It's Friday Bitch,' written below it. I didn't get. Today's Thursday. I narrow my eyes in confusion.