A Touch Of Emerald

Da Vinci

Its a couple hours later and i have just now gotten fully settled in, after checking the top bunk and finding all my equipment ready under the mattress, i connect my new devices to them and make sure everything is ready. This way, if I'm able to get Jacksons number, all the texts and calls i make will be directly transferred to the home base for Dylan to go through.

I check the time and find out that its already half past 12 in the morning and I realize i wont be able to do anything else, so the next best thing was try to just fall asleep.

Keyword.Try

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I fucking hate this shit.

Walking through the crowded campus with my books hugged against my chest ,I take note of my surroundings , i look to my right and see girls doing yoga on the grass, to the left couples making out on benches, and last but not least, boys running around, laughing and doing god knows what.

The only thing I'm interested in though, is where exactly i can find Jackson, i reviewed his schedule and he's supposed to be leaving his AP chemistry class in about 10 minutes. Since he always gets coffee at a nearby coffee shop i concluded that it would be the least suspicious place to "bump into him."

I decide to change up my everyday apparel to something a little more girly to fit in to my "role" better, so instead of my basic jeans and t-shirt, today I'm wearing some light wash mom jeans with red tennis shoes and a white cropped tank top, and just so that i don't freeze to death, i put on a Duke hoodie which i left unzipped.Still not girly but honestly this is as far as I'm willing to go for a mission like this.

Making my way over to coffee shop i begin to get lost in my thoughts, looking around the college and seeing what i missed out on, or what my life would have been if i actually went to college, since i actually enjoyed learning things in High school, the teachers defiantly made it a pain in the ass but i enjoyed it nonetheless.

Especially art class, before getting involved in the business i had actually wanted to be an artist, i loved it. I would draw anything in sight, anything that made me feel happy or sad or confused, i would just draw it. It was something i kept very private, not even my parents knew i liked to draw.

So when Dylan found my stash of sketchbooks under my bed he lost his shit.

"Since when do you keep secrets like this from me? How the FUCK did i not know you were the next Leonardo Dicaprio?"

Boy was smart but considering all he does is work and bother me he really never had the time of day to watch a movie, let alone educate himself on Art.

"Da vinci."

"Excuse me?"

I crack a smile at his obliviousness.

"His name is Leonardo Da Vinci." I say with a 'duh' tone.

" Listen, i don't have time to discuss ninja turtles your ass, so you better tell my why the fu-"

Im quickly snapped back into reality when i bump into something, causing me to drop all my books on the ground.

I quickly bend down and pick up my stuff, while muttering as many profanities i could think of. How the hell did he not see me coming? I mean i guess i should have been watching where i was going but-

"oh shit, are you okay?"

That voice. I know that voice.

I snap my head up at him only to find a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at me with concern.