•The Assassin Series•
"And through all the pain you caused, I still look at you as if you painted the sky." ~K.R
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Anastasia Romano is very upbeat and happy girl despite everything she has been through.
She is a lot like her mother, Alan...
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Chapter Five
"Swipe your nose like a credit card!" I jam out and swerve the car into the parking lot. "Hop on top, I wanna ride, I do a kegel when it's inside! Spit in my mouth!"
Ezra leans closer to me. "Look in my eyes!"
"This pussy is wet."
"Come take a dive."
Ezra rolls her head around, her hand running down her neck and over her collar bones as I park. "This song is my lesbian remedy."
"Ana!" Axel shouts from the back.
I sigh. "Yellow?"
"Fucking dumbass." He grumbles and my shoulders tense, as well as his.
My lips twitch as I slowly turn around in my seat, my eyes ablaze and my smirk deathly. "Axel?"
"Hm?"
"Get out of the fucking car before I change my mind." I grin.
The back door is thrown open and slammed shut behind him as he sprints towards the school. It takes two seconds. "I changed my mind." I step out of the car and spot Axel, who glances behind himself. His eyes land on me and he squeals.
Just as I am about to reach him, two arms wrap around my waist and lift me off of the ground. Axel whimpers and hides behind Hunter, clinging onto his shirt. Hunter frowns, confused. "What did you do?"
Tyler shudders. "I called her a dumbass."
"You fuck-up." Hunter grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose, sending me a grin.
I squirm in the person's arms and glance behind me, slumping. "Easton, let me down." My torso twists and turns like a slinky and I groan, a whine emitting from the back of my throat. "Please."
"No, I quite like holding you." Easton hums in my ear and tightens his hold on me.
I look down and wiggle my feet, my converse—tattered and torn with dirt splotches—shaking their laces. "It's so high from up here."
A yelp sounds from the abyss of my throat as I am suddenly dropped, my fishnet leggings tearing on the knee and revealing a small scrape. "Asshole!"
Easton kneels down, smirking at me. "Bitch."
Arms wrap around my waist and, by the weak hold, I realize that it is Axel. Smirking myself, I place my hands on Axel's forearms and wait for his reaction. "No, no, no—" Rolling forward, I hunch and flip Axel over my head, effectively landing him on his back.
Leaning down, I whisper tauntingly in his ear. "Never call me dumbass, cunt." And then, when I look up at Easton, Hunter immediately starts tugging his bulky arm.
