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I refused to call for a certain someone's help as I tried to fix my fake, broken glasses.

I didn't have the right tools and just ended up gluing the broken glasses on with a school glue stick.

Frustrated, I dropped everything and banged my head onto my work desk.

It was a bad decision because now I'd have a lump on my forehead. Good thing I had side bangs, though.

I had finished my homework already and the only thing left for me to do was repair my spectacles, but I couldn't, and it makes me feel pathetic.

How was I supposed to hide my face with just turning my hair into braids?

I'll just wear something super ugly tomorrow to make up for it. Hopefully it makes people want to stay away and not look directly at my exposed face.

Picking out my outfit, I examined my bright, yellow t-shirt with baggy jeans.

"Looks good," I murmured, rubbing the bottom of my chin as if I was in deep thought, which I was.

I myself was wearing a red tank top and black sweatpants with my hair let down.

I pushed back my hair behind my left ear and glanced back at my work desk before turning off all the lights and going to the bathroom to wash up.

As I brushed my hair, I heard a small ruffling sound.

My hands slowed down its pace and I stared deeper into my mirror to catch a glimpse of whatever it was.

The light reflected off nothing.

I went back to brushing and finally finished. As I placed the brush down, I heard the sound again and I turned around immediately, punching the lights off.

It was completely dark around me but I could tell there was someone in the room.

I didn't need the lights anyway. It was my room. I knew where everything was.

I heard breathing coming from near my bed and I darted forward.

Whoever was there moved back so that my bed let out a small creak as they jumped off with a thud and circled around it.

I assumed it was a guy from the low sounds coming from him and predicted the first move was a punch to the face.

Because why not.

Luckily, I guessed correct and ducked, lunging forward from the side and ending up behind the person.

I violently kicked the man on the back and he stumbled forward, grunting a bit as he spun on his heels and charged for me.

I'd say about ten minutes of fist and feet exchanging happened before I was able to pin whoever it was on my bed when I just so happened to trip him just moments earlier.

He was a man alright. I had difficulty holding him down because I could tell a woman's body wasn't usually this big and buff.

Suddenly, the man talked, "Okay. I give, Jamie."

I frowned instantly and tightened my grip around his wrists as my body hovered over his.

"Liam?" I asked, staring at what I assumed was an outline of his head.

"Hey," he popped casually, "Mind getting off me, princess?"

I glared at him for calling me those generic pet names for couples and children before releasing his arms and turning to my side to turn on the lamp on my table.

The small light illuminated the room dimly, but it was just enough for both Liam and I to make each other out.

He watched me silently move before I looked over at him with a questioning look.

"What do you think you're doing," I said calmly, eyeing him.

Liam shrugged slightly, "Kill you."

"Way to be blunt, Carter."

He ran a hand through his black hair and I had to shut my mind off for being tempted to think up compliments for him.

"You could've chosen a better place," I lectured, "I have an advantage in this situation since I know my room in the dark."

Liam let out a small sigh and laid back down on my bed, arms lifting his head up underneath.

"It was worth a try. You did it too."

"I would've succeeded if Kai wasn't there."

"Not too sure about that," Liam stated, closing his eyes, "Nice room."

I raised my eyebrows at the boy, "Hardly. I barely did anything to it. My plans were to leave as soon as possible so I hadn't exactly unpacked a lot-"

"I meant the aroma in here," he cuts in quietly, "You smell nice."

I glared slightly at Liam, "You're a pervert."

I glanced around my room once before looking back at him, "How'd you entered?"

"Cause I knew your password and I disabled your alarm. Nice password by the way."

I sighed loudly and silently cursed the school for not taking care of their students' private info more.

I mean, I was grateful for it because I got information on Liam, but my info was unnecessary.

"Kai doesn't know does he," I asked tiredly, "The last thing I'd want right now is for him to come in for a sleepover as well."

Liam smirked at me as he slowly sat himself up.

"Only I know."

"Great. Do me a favor and keep it that way."

I was about to turn on all the lights before Liam stopped me and said it was better off. I also agreed. Don't want anyone noticing I was up, even if no one was supposed to be up anyway.

I caught Liam looking at me.

More specifically, my body.

My leg flew up before it was stopped by his left arm and he released it, my leg going back down as I glared at the boy.

"Stop looking at me," I snapped, standing up straight again.

Liam looked up at me from the bed and tilted his head, "Can't help it. You look different at night."

"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?" I asked dulling, pushing back a strand of hair that fell in front of my face while I was about to kick Liam's face for being a pervert.

"If those small boobs of yours are considered amazing, then of cour-"

"I will shoot you, Carter," I warned loudly, tilting away from the boy so that he couldn't see my chest.

My boobs were fine. I don't know what he was taking about.

"Joking," he said lightly, smiling up at me.

"I really hate you, you know that," I stated, looking into his bright blue eyes.

"Let's go on a date," Liam said suddenly.

I raised my eyebrows at the boy as my arms automatically crossed and I shifted my weight onto one leg.

"Excuse you?"

"Let's go on a date," Liam repeated.

I stared at the boy in disbelief, "What makes you think I would do that?"

"The day after tomorrow is the weekends. We're off. You haven't gone anywhere have you?"

He was dead right. The weekends were coming. And every weekend, I followed Allison.

I never had time to go anywhere by myself for two years.

But I couldn't stop now. Not with two assassins entering the scene.

"No thank you," I popped, "I have plans."

"Like what," he asked bluntly. I watched him eye me as if he knew the answer already.

"None of your business," I responded, "Now when are you going to leave?"

Liam's expression was unreadable as he glanced at the clock on my table, "Probably soon."

"Now," I stated, "The door's that way."

I pointed to the exit as I watched the man.

He sighed before pushing himself up off the bed. Now that he was standing upright, he was the bigger and taller person in the room.

I didn't flinch when he walked passed me and his thin, white t-shirt brushed gently across my exposed arm.

"Be careful from now on," he suddenly said quietly, opening the door, "You may be a nerd, but don't let those boys lay a finger on you."

I turned around and before I could utter any words, he had left.

My eyes lingered on the closed door for a few seconds after Liam had left before I snapped out of my thoughts and frowned.

I really couldn't tell what would come out next from the boy's mouth. He was full of secrets.

My head played back the scene where he had entered my room and we had fought to the point where we causally talked like we were friends.

It felt strange thinking about it and I decided to just fall asleep and forget it.

I went to lock my door, even though the boy could come in anytime again and the lock wouldn't provide much protection.

Double-checking my room for anything suspicious, I finally went to bed upon discovering nothing.

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I had gotten to class a bit late that morning when I forgot about my broken glasses and kept trying to look for it.

Sure enough, the outfit I'd chosen was repelling a lot of people who didn't care about being near me before.

I entered Mrs. Reeling's classroom, only to be stopped by the devil itself.

I frowned slightly as I asked her politely, "Mrs. Reeling?"

She eyed me with a stern expression and glanced back at the class before saying, "Jamie, you have detention this Saturday."

My confused mind started running through the possible things that I could've done to deserve a detention as my face looked startled.

"What-"

"Thomas and the whole class said that you hurt him in the hallways yesterday," my teacher continued.

I looked up at her with a confused expression, "And you believe them?" I asked timidly.

Mrs. Reeling nodded slowly and sighed so that only I could see.

"I trust you, Jamie," she whispered quietly down to me, "But their mothers and fathers are big influential people. I could be fired if one of them ordered me out of this academy."

"Still," I pressed, listening to her explain a lousy excuse in disbelief, "You can't just give out detentions for no reason. It's not fair and it defeats the purpose of you being a teacher if you can't even follow the school rules."

I was mad, alright. It wasn't fair and I hadn't done anything wrong. If they'd just look at the security cameras and carried this out like adults rather than giving in to a bunch of douchebags, I'd be more forgiving.

I hadn't noticed the surprised look on my teacher's face as I walked passed her without another glance and headed towards my seat.

Had I noticed, I would've been able to realize that I had given my act away slightly.

Though I didn't really care anymore. Even if I was the nerd Jamie, I'd still be pretty mad if I was getting detention for no reason.

I didn't look at anyone when I got to my seat and placed my head down on my folded arms, which were resting on the cold wooden desk.

We had a worksheet to do but I refused to do it. Besides, I had all detention to complete that junk.

Not caring about anything and just closing my eyes for rest, maybe even sleep throughout the whole class, I was startled when someone tapped me.

"What do you want," I mumbled out irritated, not bothering to move.

"Check who you're talking to before talking to them, Jamie," Liam let out calmly, "Your act's weak right now."

"I don't need to. No one else touches me anyway. If Thomas does need me he pokes. Sometimes, I just want to poke his eyeballs out and see how he likes it."

Another hand spun me around, forcing my head to jerk up.

I looked up at Thomas and could see his friends were watching me carefully.

Remembering that my face was basically exposed more, I jerked my face away.

Bad idea. The boy grabbed my chin and pulled it back around.

"What do you want," I asked, disgusted at him for touching me like I was an object.

Because of him and his friends, I had detention.

Thomas stared at me with slightly wide eyes before saying, "Just wanted to see your beautiful face after the teacher gave you detention, lowlife."

"Have you been blessed yet?" I asked, a smug look appearing on my face, "My eyes are glaring daggers into your soul, but you're too blinded to see that, Thomas."

My sudden response stopped everyone dead cold and they all eyed me with confused and awe-stricken looks.

My eyes darted towards Allison for the first time today and realized she and her group of friends were watching the conversation now as well.

Great. So much for not drawing attention to myself.

"You-" Thomas starts.

I glared at him, "I've had enough of your bullshit."

I pushed his hand away and twisted it painfully into another direction, to which the boy let out a muffled grunt.

"Listen, you good-for-nothing rich boy," I growled next to him, my eyes burning a hole into him, "You touch me again and the last thing you'll see is my fist slamming your head down on concrete."

He lunged for my face and I leaned back avoiding it. His hands scratched at air before it went down and caught my braids, pulling on them.

I was able to arch back more and made him release me, only to realize that he had managed to pull my hair bands out and now my full long, wavy hair whipped out and gently cascaded down my back and shoulders.

I wasn't aware of the new looks that were now directed towards me before one of Thomas's friend uttered, "Y-you look-"

I had snapped to his direction and stated, "You can shut it with the insults or I can push them down your esophagus and you can have fun pooping it out of your anus."

I looked around at the expressions my way and was satisfied to see that everyone was surprised and taken aback for once.

With a smirk, I turned around in my seat and went back to my sleeping position, head resting lightly on my folded arms.

Allison and her group of friends were gossiping especially loudly about me but I tuned them out.

I didn't care anymore. They don't even know who I was, even if I literally just exposed my real self and my real looks.

The only reason I was hiding it was for Allison and Liam.

Liam and Kai already knew the real me so it didn't matter.

Allison wouldn't in a million years have guessed I was a secret agent unless I'm dressed up in my suit and have a gun pointed at her.

No one dared touch me or make fun of me the rest of the day, at least directly to my face.

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Math was peaceful and I headed out to the roof once again when lunch came.

There was strawberry milk today and I was so happy that I took two.

As I set my backpack down on the roof, I felt the nice breeze flowing past me before I made my round around the roof to check for humans.

I jumped back when I saw two pairs of blue eyes stare back at me from the other side.

"Hey, kitten," Kai let out, closing his eyes as he had headphones in his ears and was resting against the wall.

"Kai," I let out a breath, eyes widening slightly.

"I'm here too, princess," Liam murmurs tiredly.

I look down to see the boy with black hair laying on Kai's lap, taking a nap as well.

"Um," I started, looking around for anymore nappers on the roof, "Do you two always do this?"

"You mean being together or sleeping together," Kai asked playfully, opening one eye with a light smirk on his face.

"Both," I answered truthfully, "Actually... maybe it's better off if I didn't know."

"How innocent," Liam commented, shifting a bit into a different sleeping position.

I eyed the two weirdly for a moment before the thought of killing them sprung into my mind. It was short-liven, however. I was soon reminded with the fact that I was outnumbered.

"Thanks for, um," I started again, pushing my hair behind one ear, "yesterday's incident, Kai."

Kai opened his eyes and calmly stared up at me with his faded blue ones, "Hmm? I didn't do anything."

I rolled my eyes, "You don't have to hide that you're the janitor anymore."

"Did she just call me a janitor," Kai asked the boy laying on him, to which the boy nodded slowly with his eyes still closed.

"I was just cleaning up trash. I'm a very clean man," Kai responded eventually.

"Good husband material," I chimed in.

"You're forgetting I'm an assassin," he pointed out right after.

"I didn't," I said truthfully, "If that's the case then you're forgetting I'm a sniper. And Liam and I are secret agents undercover.

We're all doing that dirty business that normal people would only see in movies or read in books.

But, underneath all of that, we're still human. We still are teenagers. And I'm a girl under my act, and you are boys."

Kai watched me curiously and smirked after hearing what I said.

"You're cute," he commented.

My mouth snapped closed.

Liam chuckled as he slowly sat himself up and leaned on the wall behind him, "Don't go taking my girl."

"Since when was she yours," Kai stated calmly back, glancing at Liam.

Liam smiled and stared up at me, his expression turning into a smug smile, "It's just like you said. You're a girl and I'm a boy. It's easy to manipulate each other if one of us falls in love."

I was getting tired of him saying that. No way in hell would I allow myself to fall for a man like him.

We were enemies. We were out for each other. We had different goals.

"Okay," I spoke up, getting the two boy's attention, "Let's say I do fall in love. What will you do?"

"You already know the answer to that, Jamie," Liam replied dully, his eyes closing as he rested his head back.

I nodded, "As expected. But don't think you won't be facing any obstacles, Carter. Who knows, if you don't watch yourself you might fall for me."

That got his attention and his eyes slowly opened, his eyes meeting my dead serious ones.

Kai was listening silently from the side.

"Two can play this game, sweetie," I remarked, smirking into the boy's eyes, "We've pretended to be classmates. We can pretend and gain each other's love. Whoever lets their guard down dies first, simple."

"Mhm," Kai muttered, looking between the two of us with an amused expression written on his face, "This is getting interesting."

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