Hitwoman (ON HOLD FOREVER)

03

Most chapters might seem longer than such I still try to keep it around that 1,500 to 2,000 length. But trust me, it isn't easy when you have a lot in mind to write lol. Anyway, hope you've been loving it so far. Be sure to vote and tell me your thoughts in the comment section, believe me, it will be more than appreciated.

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"Yo, boobies" Paul's voice says and I roll my eyes.

"Can you not call me for reasons like this, you damn perv?" I say as I pull my car into a parking lot close to the fence of a duplex, sighing loudly before turning the key in the ignition shutting the car down.

"Why not? You seem to always like it when I do, " Paul says with a chuckle that makes me huff in annoyance.

"Yeah, when I'm bored and completely jobless," I say dryly before stepping out of my car and slamming the door, I walk over to the back seat and open it, carrying one-to-many grocery bags in my hand while using my shoulder to hold my phone to my ear not exactly paying attention to whatever Paul was saying. I walk to the trunk of my car and place the grocery bags on top before slamming the back door shut, a tired breath escaping my mouth.

Damn, I feel so strained, I need a cold shower and a really warm glass of milk.

"Hm, if this is an open invitation, I can take it you know," Paul says making my brows draw together in confusion.

"What?" I ask confused before he laughs for what I think must be the 100th time since he called me.

"You said you needed a cold shower, just wanted to know if you also needed company," He says in a mischievous tone making me pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance and disbelief.

Did I really say that out loud?

"Yes, you did," He says making me grit my teeth angrily before taking calming breaths.

"Look, Paul, I'm stressed as hell, I've been at the grocery line for hours and I'm so tired I'm just airing my thoughts at you right now," I say as I march across my duplex lawn, carrying the grocery bags in my hand carefully "So, please tell me why you really called so that we can get this over with, cause I know you wouldn't stay this long on the line to talk about my goodies," I say making Paul chuckle before letting a loud sigh.

Paul and I are best friends, practically have been since I was in high school. He's kind of a perv but he's still a really great guy. Back in high school, I never really interacted with anybody, and most times when I did it was mostly due to the uproar of a school fight (which always ended in me being the victor of course) But how we got to know each other was something you'd read straight out a romance novel. It was a Wednesday or Friday afternoon, I think and I lost some money my mum gave me to board a bus (since I hated interacting with the kids at school) I hated walking home, especially alone, so I sat down on a block in front of my school, waiting patiently for my mum to realize I wasn't back yet and come pick me up. After what seemed to be hours of waiting without anyone showing up to pick me, I decided to accept my fate and start walking home, kicking stones harmlessly out of my way not even hearing the voice behind me shouting my name repeatedly. After starting to believe that someone was calling me and I wasn't losing my mind all because I was walking home alone, I turned back to see a sweaty dirty blonde boy running towards me while waving something in his hand at me, I stop walking stuffing my hands in my pockets as I stare at dirty blonde boy gasping for breath and wheezing as he stops in front of me, stretching his hand at me with his head faced down and his free hand on his knee. I reached out to his hand, slowly dragging out the material from his hand, my eyes widening in realization.