He keeps finding me

Real World

Brzzzt, that was the vibration of his phone, he picked it up and saw an unusual disturbing message. 
It said,  "Today in one year, you will die."
Felix frowned as he read that message and it unsettled him a bit. He had many enemies as his father was a criminal, but none of them ever had his private phone number, he had a work phone after all. He deleted that message and went about his way.
Today was his sixteenth birthday, so someone messaging him he is going to die on his seventeenth was just distasteful. There was nothing special about the seventeenth anyway, he could have understood if he was murdered in two years but his seventeenth? Unlogical.
He wanted to look a bit better than usual it was his birthday after all, not that it mattered to him anyway. He didn't have any friends or rather, couldn't have any, his father was special in that department.
His father had a job that most, if not all people wouldn't consider legal. He was an underground drug lord, or in more modern terms a mafioso. That is what he would lead underground far away from the police. Above he had a nice security company, taking a blow if anything should come up 'illegal'.

Standing in front of his wardrobe Felix thought about what to wear, he couldn't let his gorgeous emerald-green eyes shine as they would be hidden under some hoodie. No one would see his face as he would be wearing a mask, in his father's terms Felix grew up too handsome. It wouldn't even be a lie, as something like this really happened. It was in seventh or eighth grade, he walked to school and some idiot purposely threw a sticky drink all over him. His mask was of no use anymore and his hoodie was soaked, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom and when he came out the other students were ready to laugh at him, but they didn't realize how handsome Felix was with his charming green eyes, his soft brown curly hair and of course the slight muscle that eroded under his shirt. He turned from the weird outcast to the popular guy in school in minutes. When his father caught wind he had to change schools, after all, he will be leading the underground organization "The Spades" someday, meaning he had to keep a low profile. 
Shaking his head from these memories, he took a nice dark blue addidas hoodie and some dark jeans. He looked for his white college jacket, but couldn't find it anywhere.

Felix went searching downstairs, in the living room, for his white college jacket, when his father came in and gave him something.
"Here is your lunch, don't forget the meeting in the evening," his father said and gave him the paper bag with disgust. Felix was surprised, to say the least, his father gave him lunch?
To test out the waters and to see if his father had been switched, "Yeah I will be there. Have you seen my jacket? I'm pretty sure I left it here somewhere. "
His Father looked at him annoyed, "As if I would know. Solve your own problems, it was difficult enough to give you that lunch." He walked away.
Felix sighed and thought, 'Sad life, I hoped he was abducted by aliens and switched out. Guess not.' Felix went back upstairs into his room, put his lunch in his schoolbag, and conveniently found his jacket in it. Slipping on his jacket, he felt a lot warmer than before. His father liked it cold in the house, always saying the heating made him sweat too much.
Making sure he got everything, Felix left the house and walked to the bus stop. He pulled his hoodie over his head and into his eyes. He got bullied because of his eyes when he was younger, other kids said he looked like a sissy. Felix loved his eyes, but memories associated with them not so much.

The bus stop was just down the street, at most ten minutes away. Felix saw the bus stop and it looked like always. A little glass house and in it were exactly six seats. On the right side of the glass house was a beauty product poster, while on the left was a blackbird sticker. Not only were there the people he would see every day, like the old woman, three elementary school kids, and the young lady with the red hat. No, there was also the young officer in his twenties, whom he would see every two weeks. How he knew he was an officer, he looked at the straight posture, the muscles under his jacket, but that didn't have to mean anything. Felix also knew that he was most likely an officer who was freshly released from his training, judging from his young image. This young officer had dark brown focused eyes, a neat haircut, and a little scar on his left eyebrow. The biggest indication was that Felix once saw his badge that fell on the ground because he was searching for something.