Protected by the Predator

Second Entry

Second Entry

'One never gets a chance to make a first impression. But remember that the first impression is not the last chance to make a good impression.'

"Wait, what, high School?"

"Yep."

"What now?" Lance nodded once keeping his eyes on the highway. Then he pulled up the petrol station to fill up his tank that was dangerously low. I looked through the folder.

I had never been to high school, not as a student. I looked at what I was wearing: a Teens Navy V-Neck Jumper, blue faded ripped skinny jeans and black converses, my waist length hair was tied up in a lose bun, under my V-Neck Jumper I wore a Pale Grey Sleeveless Pin-tuck and no makeup. Lance came back and sat in his seat. He wore a black shirt with a pair of black trousers; honestly he looked like he came from a magazine- whatever he wore fitted him and made him look... butter wouldn't melt. I would probably never say that out loud, mostly because hitting on your 'friend'/partner/ work college and room mate wouldn't look that good, no matter how many times he'd hinted that he doesn't mind being more than friends.

"Alright?"

"No," I replied frantically, not because I was caught checking him out... again. "I need your honest opinion... do I look okay for school?" I asked pointing at myself.

"So," he raised an eyebrow, "your giving me permission to check you out?"

"Yes... this is an undercover job-I must not stick out like a sore thumb."

"Chillax Koko you look fine, don't fight about much just act yourself- don't let anyone push you around, if someone gets on your nerves, call me." He started the engine and drove back into the highway.

"If I remember your number."

"So this is what I get when I offer you protection from high school bullies." He shook his head sarcastically.

"It's high school. What's the worse that could happen?"

"Don't worry you won't have to stay in that dump for the whole day. The clients are expecting you at two."

"I can't wait."

"Watch it, it's them who'll have to pay for the damage that you'll do." The "Damage" that he meant will probably mean to pay the tabloids to keep quiet about any public nuisance mainly death and gun fights resorting to death.

"So Lance how was your high school experience?" I changed the subject.

Lance chuckled in response.

*

School was packed with students some rushing in and others still wandering, Lance pulled up by the sidewalk.

"I'll pick you up at two."

"You better," He frowned disapproving my attitude. "Sorry, what I meant to say was 'Thanks'." He drove off leaving me to walk to the main reception, I could feel peoples eyes on me.

"Hello, I'm Koko Ryo, I just transferred here today." The receptionist stopped vigorously typing and looked up at me nodded, printed out my schedule or a copy of April Stones and gave me a map.

"Hope you'll enjoy it here." She said with a kind smile before typing away. I nodded putting my schedule and map in my shoulder bag and walked off to my first lesson. 'English'.

The English room was a decent size and there were thirty or so desks. I took the one nearest to the window, right at the back. A couple of students were already settled down absorbed in their own morning rituals that they took, no notice of me. The bell rang and a large group of the student body of this class rushed in, I placed my ear phones in and placed my head on the wooden desk, listening to some drum and bass. My taste of music changes frequently by the hour.