How to Raise an Assassin

CHAPTER 31: I PROMISE TO RUN

Pizza with Tyler after the tryouts turned out to be an absolute disaster. If this was a first date and it ended up with Tyler nursing a broken nose while sitting in a pile of trash, then I was pretty sure there wouldn't be a second one.

It started off pretty well. I mean, he acted somewhat like a gentleman by pulling the chair out from the table for me to sit in. He ordered the food and offered to pay for the both of us. He even threw in dessert, which was a cookie skillet with caramel drizzle and vanilla ice cream that murdered my taste buds with delight.

Tyler talked a lot about his family. He said his father was a lawyer that represented some of the richest people that he couldn't even mention their names because it was top secret. His mother was a famous brain surgeon who charged quite the price to "fix people's heads," as Tyler put it.

He even bragged about how he mostly had the house to himself, and as an only child he got everything he wanted.

He was basically super spoiled. That should've been my second warning sign after the way he treated Ash like a dead cockroach back at school that day.

Signs one and two of his true character morphed together after the date, when we left the restaurant through a back entrance that led to an alley. Tyler held my hand and looked at me with those raindrop eyes and said, "Zay, you're amazingly sexy. You know that?"

My brain kind of lagged for a bit at the word sexy. I'd prefer beautiful, or gorgeous, or even wonderful. But sexy felt kind of...objectifying.

Then he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes widened. Tyler was definitely hot, and a kiss from him wasn't exactly something I was against. But it was rather forced, and it was really slobbery. His tongue was bouncing around my mouth like a fish marooned on the shore. For a first kiss...this was not what I had imagined.

I pushed him away after a couple of seconds. "Whoa," I said, trying to wrap my head around the situation and reign in my emotions. My heart was beating faster than a cheetah in full stride. But I wasn't sure if I was infatuated, infuriated, or insecure.

Then Tyler nodded. "I'm an awesome kisser, right? I watched a couple of adult videos online that taught me everything I know. You just lean back...," he said pushing me up against the wall. He leaned in and whispered closer to my face, "And let me amaze you."

He kissed me again and this time my body seemed to freeze not wondering how to react. Do I push him away? Would he get offended if I asked him to take things slower? Do I just go with it since I think he's gorgeous?

Then his hand slipped beneath my shirt and up towards my chest and I felt something shatter in my head again, as if the windows to intimacy had been blown out by a terrible storm.

With one hand I pushed him backwards separating the two of us. With another I punched him right in the face. I heard a snap where his nose was, then blood flowed from it. I planted a kick right in his chest that sent him flying into a pile of trash bags piled outside an overfilled dumpster.

"Ouch you bitch!" Tyler cursed. "Why'd you do that for?"

"Because you're a creep," I shouted at him. "And the trash is where you belong."

I should've listened to Ash. It took till the third sign, when he tried to have his way with me, that I finally realized that good looks weren't the only thing that made a guy couple material. Common decency was needed too. Sometimes how hot a guy was could distract us from that.

While Tyler nursed his bloody nose, he started to tear up. "I'm going to tell my dad and then we're going to sue you."

I laughed hysterically. Clearly this boy had no idea who he was messing with. I got close up to his face and he tried to recede into the mound of trash. "I'd like to see you try."