AND HER NAME WAS JULIANNA

THREE

"You're Alexa right?"

I breathed an internal sigh of relief, "Why do you want to know?"

"Well,  I wanted to introduce myself clearly because earlier you um- tried to punch my throat and my balls so here we are." He stated. Yes boy, I did and you dodged so what's the problem? 

"I'm trying to be nice mama chill out." He chuckled.  I looked up surprised I actually said that outloud. "Sorry, I'm new so I don't know this place." I looked at him, faking sadness and the need for sympathy.

"It's okay, I get it. I've been new too. Did Katy show you around?" He looked around the lunch room. That bitch must've actually talked to him for me. I nodded.

He got up from his chair and came to my side. "Well come to my party later today I need alot of people and I want to know you better." 

There was something mischievous almost like, a trap. 

"Mamas" He snapped his fingers, have I been staring? great. fantastic. excellento.

"hm?"

"I said I wanted your number so I text you the address later." 

"But I never said I was going " I smirked, "I think you just want my number." Where this confidence was coming from well, I needed to get on track. trap, execute and leave.

He chuckled, running his hands through his waves, which definealty made me lose my focus. "I do lowkey, you cute and I wanna help you know? You being new here and all."

How ironic was it that the person I was sent to murder was trying to be my first friend in my new school, coincidence? I gave him my number, he winked and said he'd text after practice.

As he walked away I noticed he was wearing blue ripped jeans and a TIGHT black shirt. Either the shirt was too small or his muscles were too big either way, I'm not complaining. Hopefully he'll never know who I actually am.

I may have been trained to be a highly lethal killer and gone through alot of brutal traumatic shit but nothing can stop me from being a horny teenage girl.

I dumped my trash and saw a table of white girls looking at me and rolling their eyes. I noticed one was the girl I had punched earlier. They looked at me and looked away fast.

This was going to be a long, ugly day.

I headed to my last period class, which was History and toke my notes, we were learning about The Black Plague and i strangely thought about Marcus affecting my whole body like that dour disease. This class lasted an hour and a half and I swear either the teacher, Mr. Craig,  was deaf or just didn't care about our repeated groans.

The bell rang and Mr. Craig really wanted to try 'the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do' headassary but more than half of us were already out the door. 

I walked toward the girl's locker room and went to my locker. I toke my volleyball things out and put them in the locker and started changing. Volleyball had always been my escape. My mom's family had a long line of super star volleyball players and I wanted to let that in to help my life be a little normal.

"Alexa?" I was halfway taking my shirt off with my bra out when I heard someone say my name. "Yes?" not even bothering to continue with my shirt.

"I heard your new, my name is Laleh."

I took my shirt off and saw the most prettiest girl holding her hand out she had a big smile and the greenest eyes and short curly hair.

I shook her hand and reflected her fervor. "Nice to meet you." She was already in her volleyball gear.