The Almost Unreal

Well shit.

Olives pov.

I got bored the first 15 minutes of clothes shopping so I got him a navy blue hoodie with white strings. I bought him some white graphic tee shirts and skinny jeans. Some dark shirts, some light shirts. I threw in some plaid shirts an got out of there.

People in there were really weird, like asking me if I was interested in their underwear section.

No, asshole, the curtains don't match the dam drapes.

I swear, I almost gave the guy a black eye but Austin had come out of the dressing room so I had to go see how the shirt fit.

Jim, the guard who was especially assigned by my mother, had grown on me. He is always so kind. He's probably just kissing up to me, since I have a huge part in promotions, but I dont like to think of it that way. Anyway, he carried my bags without being told to. Not that I was going to tell him, but I still thought it was really kind.

"Are you serious?" I say as Austin sweeps me off my feet, literally, and carries me bridal style.

"Think of it more as a couple thing than a 'I think your to weak to walk' thing." he smiles.

"Ugh, fine. But I must ride piggy back!" I yell and he puts me down. I jump onto his back and he easily catches me.

When we get out to my rental, I see a flyer on it. Maybe its pizza coupons! I get off Austin and go over to the car. I grab it, expecting coupons, but grabbing an envelope.

Envolope? I unfold it and skim over it.

"Olive, Olive, Olive.. When will you ever learn? I have eyes, EVERYWHERE. Even in America. Now, if you could just meet up with me, this could all go back to normal! Its the easy way or the hard way. I could just shoot and kill you and all your friends, but thats no fun. So, to arrange something, I'll call you 2 days from now, at exactly 2:01 from a pay phone. Dont try to track it because I'll be too far away from any police station. -Do I need to these anymore?"

Bruce?! How did he find me?

"Olive? What is it?" Austin asks.

"Its.. bruce." I squeak, surprised. His eyes widen and before he can grab the letter, Jim snatches it.

"Come now, into the car. We have to get you home." Jim says, ushering me into the car. He looks around and gets in the driver seat.

"Its so weird having bodyguards." Austin whispers.

"Yeah, but it would be kinda hard to live without 'em." I whisper back.

"Your not going to see him." Austin says. I look at him then look out the window. I have to go, this guy isn't bluffing.

That day, the day of my first mission, I knew I had to kill Bruce. He was proven guilty of so many crimes, including murder. He would murder people if he didn't get what he wanted. He would cut the fingers off people who didn't pay on time. He was a criminal.

A criminal I missed, a criminal that wouldn't let me forget that. Now I have a psychopath on my back, willing to kill anybody until I come to him.

It's my job to protect the people of the world. So if that means I have to give myself up to save lives, then so be it. I risk my life all the time for people. What's the difference?

--end of Pov--

Jenna's Pov

Oh shit. This has taken a drastic turn. At least 10 guys with guns pointed at me, and me and Gina had no weapons.

"I thought you and me had something Kathy! I thought I knew you!" Samson, the leader of a huge gang, yelled at me. I'm Kathy at the moment and Gina is Laura.