Fierce

Chapter 11- Want Some of That?

🎧  Arabella- Arctic Monkeys

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A/N:
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Anywayyy, I'm late but happy Juneteenth!
I just wrote this and didn't have time to proofread so i'm deeply sorry for all the mistakes.
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I peaked at my room facing Kyle's. I really needed to change from that oversized football shirt that wasn't even mine.
Opening that door would be almost impossible without a key. Ugh, Abi.
Should I break in by breaking the lock? No, that'd be too noisy. Maybe I'll try to open it with a bobby pin. 'Scarlett Bond' was my childhood nickname since forever and I am willing to live upon it.
I let my hair down from that super messy bun I had slept with and checked the hallway both directions in case someone saw me in that football t-shirt.
Searching for that bobby pin in my hair was like searching for a needle in a hay stack.

I reached to the doorlock and inserted the bobby pin inside it. Think, Scarlett, think. A memory of Katarina hiding me when I was ten flashed in the back of my head.
(That's a story I'll have to tell later on).

Katarina's voice echoed in my head and I followed her instructions carefully.

Hear me out, Scarlett. First of all prise the two points slightly apart. Then insert the two points of the bobby pin into the lock. Press the bobby pin forward into the lock- depending on the door, simple forward pressure can be enough to open the lock. Remember to wiggle the bobby pin in the lock until you feel pressure on it, or hear a click.

BINGO! click.

I rushed inside of my room and looked at the clock. 7:15 AM. Which means I have fifteen minutes to get ready.

I hurried to the bathroom and splashed my face with water once again. I brushed my teeth thoroughly and applied mascara carefully. I didn't feel like putting a full face of makeup so I went for some blush and a dark lip tint to finish the look.

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I glared at Abi from across the hall; who was wearing a tight pair of red leather leggings and a white spaghetti crop top. Her platinum blonde hair was up in a bun as I noticed a bunch of guys standing behind her, checking her out.
"You, there!" I called the guy standing in the middle of the clique that was thirsting over Abi.
"Me?!" he asked, confused.
"Want some of that?" I placed a hand on the small of Abi's back and gestured at the both of us.
"You gotta work hard for it," I winked at him and earned a whistle from the whole clique.
A few seconds after that, we both looked at each other and burst into a fit of genuine laughter. "I can't b-breathe," Abi said in between the laughter. "Did you see how that guy in the middle shrinked in size when I called him?!" I sardonically pursued, breathless from our laugh.

We strolled through the dormitory halls, but there was still something going on the back of my head; yesterday's blackout. I honestly hope Abi doesn't ask me about it because I'm not-

"Where the fuck were you this morning?!" she stopped as she blurted it.
Shit, here we go.

"Not now Abi!" I whispered as I shot a look around me to make sure no one had been listening. "I was at Kyle's dorm. I passed out from drinking and he found me." Abi almost spat her lemon detox drink in my face. "You're telling me you were at Kyle's room DRUNK yesterday?! How am I supposed to-"
"Shut up!" I shushed. Still checking our surrounding for eavesdroppers.
"I'll explain later!" I silently exclaimed as I fastened my pace into Mrs. Ruby's class: covert operations. "You ain't getting away with it, Scarlett!!" she shouted from across the hall as I kept on going forward.

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"Marcus Quintilianus once said: practice without theory is more valuable than a theory without practice," Mrs. Ruby's voice cut through the chaos of the class and everyone went silent without noticing what was it. "Today, class, this is what we're gonna do. Theory without practice is useless. I'm sending you without phones or geolocators into the forest for your first covert operation. It's going to be fun, I promise," she said, most ironically.

I glanced at my best friend who seemed intrigued by what our instructor was explaining, What could possibly go wrong?. I most certainly lied to myself as a devilishly yet concerning smile appeared on me. This is what I've been trained to do my whole life

"Ladies and gentlemen. Since this is an elite school for assassins, mafia leaders and criminals, we cannot send you to the real world with no early training. Covert operations classes are all about practice. In your life as a criminal, you're going to be exposed to the most atrocious, life threatening situations. You'll lose loved ones. You'll have to KILL in order to survive. You'll have to be ruthless," the more I heard Mrs. Ruby talking, the more I thought this was my father talking.

"Go big or go home," I said, quoting my father, or at least I thought I did. Did I say this out loud?

"Exactly, Miss Martin. Exactly"

A smug smile spread around our teacher's face.

And so did I. My love for on ground missions had never failed me.

I seemed to have drifted apart from what Mrs. Ruby said because her voice brought me back. "Today's first group, Scarlett Martin, Abigail Ricci, Kyle Maxwell and Fred Mills."

I looked at Abi who was stupidly smiling, referencing to what happened yesterday, I guessed, then to Kyle, whose gaze drifted away soon after it found mine.

I gathered my belongings and walked towards Kyle's table, who scratched the back of his head nervously. On God, I loved annoying this guy so much. I forced myself beside him, and he sighed. "You're a freaking pain in the ass." I laughed harder to the thought that I made him uncomfortable. I inched myself closer, getting enveloped by the smell of his skin that seemed almost too familiar to my buds.

"Abi, Fred!" I urged my classmates to come.
I spread my stuff on the desk and opened my laptop to the file Mrs. Ruby had sent. I clicked the document 'Senior Covert Operations' where the instructions were carefully explained. "It says we need to go undercover to the woods in order to retreive illegal chemicals from an old treehouse. We won't have access to any phone or locator—just a hard paper map of the woods." Abi resumed.

"It's gonna be one hell of a class," Fred annoyingly blurted. I smirked to the idea of illegal theft. These kinds of operations made my blood rush and adrenaline pump between all my vessels. I was an absolute sucker for these.

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"Get your ass moved, Lottie." Kyle interrupted my thoughts and cut through them like sharp scissors. "We have to move if we want to be done by today. We don't have forever," he pursued. I rolled my eyes at his rants.

"We'll take my car," Abi said. "But my car is better-" "Yeah but mine is bigger" Abi retorted back at Kyle. "Guys!" Fred interrupted their fight. "I have a jaguar. I think it'll pretty much do the job.
"Guess I'll have to grant you a fucking Nobel prize, Fred. You just ended a fight between the most stubborn people I've ever encountered," I joked, trying to ease the tense climate.
"I take the front seaaaattt!!" Abi singsang as she rushed to rob the front seat before the rest of us.

You guessed it— I'm stuck with a guy I cannot stand for a rough two- if not three hours.
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