Chapter 3

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing, the obnoxious sound drilled me out of my peaceful sleep.

I groaned and rubbed my face with my hands, trying to wake myself up a bit. Today was my first day as a normal teen. When I was standing without wobbling, I made my way into my en suite. I decided to take a quick shower using my favourite strawberry shampoo.

I stepped in and turned on the hot water, feeling the trickle of warmth flowing down my hair and back. The lovely shower was a great way to wake me up, especially in these dreadful mornings.

It only took me about 20 minutes to have a shower. I clambered out and dried myself off. I pulled my hair into a loose bun, brushed my teeth and then wrapped a towel round me, strolling into the bedroom to pick out an outfit. I didn't bother about my make-up, i just want to blend in easily.

I walked towards my closet, I gazed at the array of clothes in front of me. I was spoilt for choice. Hmmm.... what to wear.

In the end I chose my red skinny jeans, black and white striped tank top and my navy blazer. Perfect!

I raced downstairs to quickly make myself some toaster pancakes.

Apparently school starts at 8:30am. I quickly did the math and realized I had 45 minutes to eat and leave for the 20 minute drive.

The sudden pop of the toaster made me jump with fright and automatically reached for the nearest weapon I could lay my hands on, unfortunately that happened to be a spoon. Great Maria, first you get scared over a toaster being a trained agent and everything, and you reach for a spoon? what the donkeys could I do with that? share some cereal with an intruder? I snorted with laughter at the thought of me and some stranger doing exactly that. And I know what you're thinking right? Why does she get scared over a toaster but not peeing my pants of the thought I could die any day... Well I have no idea to be honest. I guess I have just accepted that one day I will probably die from this job.

Pulling myself away from my thoughts...once again... I quickly looked at the time, hmmm 7 minutes daydreaming. oh dear, new record. I shovelled the food into my mouth ignoring the coldness after it had been left without so much of a glance. Still, even though it was cold I can't deny that it was beyond amazing. I have always loved pancakes.

I walked out of the kitchen after putting the cutlery i used in the dishwasher, knowing our maid will definitely sort it for me when she gets here. I pulled on my white converses, grabbed my keys and my shoulder bag with my necessities then leaving the house locking it behind me.

I arrived at the place that much resembled a prison. I found a place to park and started towards the main doors. The school was quite big I guess, on the outskirts were metal fences surrounding giving of a claustrophobic vibe. I finally arrived to the sign that indicated that the door in front of me did in fact lead me to the office. Out of habit I felt for my mini knife that is always tucked into the back of my trousers. I had most of my clothes specially made for me to enclose weapons inside secret pockets in case an assassin or anything jumped me. You never know.... although I guess the school is harmless, apart from the idiotic person beneath all these drugs and crimes.

without realizing my feet had moved on their own accord, I found myself in front a desk with a young woman beaming up at me.

''Hello sweetie, you must be Maria, You're uncle Oliver called to tell us to expect you this morning''

In order for this to work I have an undercover spy posing as my guardian uncle for matters such as parent conferences and any involvement I have with the school, not that I would actually participate in a school play or anything.

''Yeah I'm Maria. oh that's nice my uncle called'' I muttered the last bit out of my mouth without trying to seem annoyed about my 'uncle'

The ladies smile just widened, probably thinking I was going to enjoy my time here. Pshhh.

''Okay here is your timetable a school map to help you get around and your locker number. I'm sure your registration teacher will assign you with someone who could escort you. If you ever need help don't hesitate to find your way back here.'' She replied with a genuine smile. Boy she doesn't stop smiling, epically on a boring job like this.

''Thank you and I'll be fine''

I walked away towards the glass door in front of me, not expecting a reply from little miss sunshine. The glass door showed a corridor on the other side so I guess that's where I'm heading.

The hallway floor was made of a white marble that clattered as the sound of shoes touching it. There were lockers all down the hall against the pale cream coloured wall. Some lockers were blue and some were a greyish faded colour. I glanced at my locker number, it read 267 and is apparently located in the hallway I'm currently standing in. I decided to look each way to see which one it was.

...230...233...238... oh darn this is going to take longer than I expected.

I was glancing at another locker to see if it was mine when I suddenly slammed into a very hard brick wall. What the hell? I'm pretty sure I'm not at the end of the corridor. I looked up as I rubbed my head and gazed into another pair of beautiful grey eyes staring back at me with a twinkle of amusement.

He was a tall well built guy with a macular frame. You could clearly see his well toned body underneath his clothes. His face was an oval shape. He had a straight jaw line and his lips were curved into a smirk. my eyes flickered to his hair, it was brown chocolate shade and looked purposely messy without him looking like it needed a brush. My gaze finally landed back on his eyes. He was hot, and he knew it. But I was not going to let him know I thought that.

There was one thing that made him stand out. He had a slight scar. Placed on his right cheek, it was a small line that you would only notice if you we're right in his face.

I stared at the small scar, wondering how it got there and if it hurt. I mean I have seen loads of scars on 'bad ass' people I killed, but this one looked like maybe it wasn't from a petty fight, something much deeper than that. 

''Finished checking me out sweetheart?'' his deep voice said with a booming chuckle.

I instantly snapped out of my thoughts, to think I was actually beginning to care about him. He was one cocky guy. I really hate guys like that, I deal with enough of them when I work.

''Just looking at how much of a jerk you are, oh guess what? it didn't take me long to realize you think so highly of yourself. You think i was checking you out? haha, great one. now move'' I replied, my voice filled with venom. trying to push past him but he kept standing in my way again. Damn why is he so frustrating?

''Feisty one aren't you?'' He laughed again clearly enjoying how angry he was making me.

''NO, you're just in my way'' he already made me see red and he had barley said 10 words.

I pushed past him again and managed to start walking away. I suddenly felt strong pressure on my wrist which caused me to rip it out of his hold fiercely.

He seemed surprised that I had that amount of strength.

''Dont.Touch.Me'' I growled. I was seriously losing my patience with this guy, obviously he didn't know about how I can break his face in a matter of seconds. Jerk face grabbed my hand again which was at my side curled into a fist. He pulled my fingers back roughly and then grabbing on them, shaking it.

'' I'm Stefan Moore pleasure to meet you beautiful.'' he was obviously trying on his flirt, seriously?

Once again, I ripped my hand from his and glared up at him.

''And I'm late for class.'' I responded not giving any information about me whatsoever.

And with that I barged past him and stormed down the corridor. My locker can wait. I don't want anything to do with that pathetic excuse of a man.

Before I turned the corner I heard him say

''you will fall for my irresistible charms one day''

Oh.My.God. what the hell? Was my only thought as I walked away.

Oh boy. I have only been here for about twenty minutes and I already hate this place. This is going to be a long first day......

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