❝Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.❞
-Christine Feehan
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An older teen with dark green eyes and dark brown hair walks through the halls, keeping a look out for anyone who look suspicious. His face cold and emotionless, making sure not expose anything that would make anyone glance twice at him.
He uses his training to hide his fear, cooling his expression and keeping his breath even, but even though he looks cool on the outside, he feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest and his hands shaking a little. He was so nervous. Where is she? he wonders as he taps his foot and crosses his arms to stop his hands from shaking.
He feels a gentle hand rest on his shoulder and he jumps out of his skin. He turns to face the person, his hand hovering over the weapon in his belt. He makes eye contact with the family blue eyes of his mother. He feels his shoulders sag in relief and his hand drop from his belt. He puts his hand over his heart.
"Holy shit, you scared me," The teen says to the woman and she narrows her eyes at his language. "What the fuck took you so long? Did you get it?"
The woman nods and lifts her bag a little to show him the medicine inside. "I ran into a friend of mine and she wouldn't stop talking. We need to hurry." The teen nods and they rush down the halls. They arrive at a door and the woman does her special knock. The door opens to reveal a woman and a man, a few years younger than his mother. When they sees the teen's mother, they let out a sigh of relief and practically drags the mother inside.
"I'll say out here and watch out for guards." The teen says and the group nods as they head to a room in the back of the small apartment. The teen closes the door and stands next to it, keeping an eye out for someone who wasn't supposed to be there.
"Blue!" He hears his name called out and he turns to see a blonde walking towards him. He shuffles for a second and glances at the door next to him before turning his attention to the girl.
"Hey, Clarke. What are you doing here?" The teen asks as the girl stops in front of him. She grins at him, showing her perfect white teeth.
"My dad asked me to go get a friend of his to help him with this project he's doing. What are you doing here?" The blonde responds and the boy shifts uncomfortable and shrugs.
"Nothing, just walking around. It's one of my few days off." The teen says and the girl nods in understanding.
"Hey, wanna come over later? We could hang out together and do something." The girl suggests and the teen nods.
