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Axel freaked out when he realized I had gotten detention after two years of being a perfect student in school.

I only summarized it a bit through text though, still a bit mad at him for going out of his way on planning to send me unwanted backup.

Helene Strake. 17 years old. Position: On-and-off Spotter.

The girl with dark black hair and a blue ombré used to be my partner.

A sniper team consisted of two positions: Sniper and Spotter.

While we were partners, she'd be the one who helped me set up the perfect shot by observing objectives.

Helene had a spotter scope that she'd use individually and to avoid getting eye fatigue by staring at a target for too long (hours or days on end), or just laying on our stomachs for forever, we'd switch it up sometimes where I would be the spotter and she the sniper.

Not only was she the observer, but she provided backup for me when I needed it, carrying with her her own automatic assault rifle.

The reason was because with my bolt-action rifle, I had to load and chamber each round I fire, and after that clear the shell casing.

Sniping was a two-person job. We were often, if not always, independent from the rest of the team, and therefore had to have a lot of trust in each other.

And this was where she failed her part and I never wanted to see her again.

I let out a deep sigh as I changed into a midnight blue sweater and black leggings.

My brunette hair was let down and it's natural wavy curls gently swayed from side to side as I moved around my room to gather my things.

Standing upright again once I had my slightly lighter backpack on, I brushed back a piece of hair that fell in front of my face.

I remembered how I used the black ribbon I found a few days ago as a hair tie and I proceeded into my desk drawer to pull it out and reuse it for the same purpose, ignoring the faint metal smell coming off of it.

I looked around my room to check if I had forgotten anything.

Nothing.

I turned back around to my door and opened it, closing it after I had walked out and down the hallway.

Detention here I come.

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Mrs. Reeling nodded at me as I entered her classroom this Saturday morning.

While everyone else was out and having fun, I was stuck in school during the weekends because of some rich jerk.

Whatever Allison planned to do this weekend, she had time to do it alone for once without me trailing her.

I sighed and went to my seat before realizing someone else was in the room.

I looked up at the big figure to find Daniel Odeon, aka Allison's jock boyfriend, sitting casually in a desk as if he was used to the routine.

He caught my eye and we stared at each other for a moment before he spoke up.

"Jamie Lennon, was it," he said, cocking his eyebrows at me.

It was exactly what Liam had said to me on the first day we talked.

"Glad you remembered after two years of having classes with you and your girlfriend," I responded, placing my backpack down and taking out that assignment that I hadn't done in class yesterday.

Daniel eyed me amused, "Woah, feisty. Were you always like this?"

I sighed and turned my attention to the boy, "If I said no, you honestly didn't even know of my existence, and if I said yes, you never even noticed, so what's the point, Ordeon."

My pen was out and I began reading my assignment at the top with the little monotone voice in my head.

"Wow, we're on last name basis now, Lennon?"

I looked up at the boy who I realized was still talking and replied, "Can you not. Let's just stick with being classmates who call each other by our first names."

"Yet you called me 'Ordeon,'" Daniel countered, leaning his head atop one arm that was resting on his desk, "No one has ever just called me by my last name."

I mentally sighed. It was an old habit. Back at the R.U., we agents addressed each other by our last names all the time and it was kind of hard to break that custom.

The R.U. heads, however, referred to us with our code names.

I was ; 'Double U'. UU= W. UU= two you -> two me's. Two me's = Sniper Jamie and Student Jamie.

Tadah.

"Sorry," I piped, finally scribbling words down on my worksheet.

Mrs. Reeling suddenly announced that she had to step out to get some papers from the printing machine down the hallway.

"Jamie, you're in charge," She quickly pointed before she left the room.

I wanted to say, "Of what?" but it was too late.

Looking outside at the big window on the side of the room, I saw how beautiful the day was and silently cursed the Thomas kid for taking that away from me.

"You want to ditch detention?" Daniel's voice came through my thoughts.

I snapped back to reality and glanced at the boy.

"No," I calmly answered, "I'm not like you. You can go on and keep breaking the rules. I'll be here and have a bright future."

It was a total lie. My future was no where bright in my mind. If anything, it was dark and stained red.

"You're boring," Daniel scoffed, twirling a pencil between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair.

"Thanks," I replied, gritting my teeth together, "Don't you have any work to do right now?"

Daniel smirked and his chair landed flat on the ground once again.

"I don't like this attitude you're giving me, Jamie," he chimed quietly, pushing his chair back from his desk.

I stopped my pencil once I heard the screeching sound of his chair scrapping against the classroom floor.

When I looked up, I saw the buff boy get up from his seat and start walking slowly towards me.

My eyes slightly widened.

"Why are you coming over here?" I asked carefully, my brows furrowing.

My body tensed up once I realized he had ignored me and kept coming forward. Eventually, he was directly in front of me, his hands slammed on my desk while his face became leveled with mine.

I instantly leaned back and frowned at the boy.

"Do you know what personal space is, Ordeon," I snapped, "You walked into my bubble. I had a bubble. And you popped it."

Daniel scoffed, "What are we in, kindergarten?"

"Can you even spell that?" I jeered back, receiving a glare as a result.

"You need to shut your mouth," Daniel spat.

His eyes stared deep into my silvery ones that were once overshadowed by my fake nerd glasses, "Let's see if you can still spell after what happens next."

Seconds later I felt lips crashing aggressively against mine. My eyes dilated abruptly as I tasted his slightly salty skin.

I managed to push away once and whipped out my dominant hand.

The high pitched slap could be heard from a mile away and I knew it would leave an obvious mark for a while for the both of us.

His head jerked to the side due to the impact before soon snapping back to my direction, hands now tightly grabbing my shoulders, and began kissing me once more.

At the force he was kissing me, I was afraid of leaning back and ultimately falling backwards on the cold ground.

His tongue made an appearance and I instantly refused any of it from entering my mouth as I gave his chest a painful shove.

Like I expected, my weak chair wobbled over and I was suspended in mid-air for a split second (that sweet moment when the two back legs of your chair are balanced so it doesn't topple forward or backwards) before it crashed down loudly onto the ground.

I, out of instincts, had turned my body parallel to the floor and quickly rolled on my side to save my fall.

No matter, my head and arms still hit the hard ground and I was sure to have a few bruises.

I waited until my head stopped spinning before I stood myself up and looked at the smirking jerk.

"That was a kiss," I interrupted whatever he was thinking in his head, "K-S-S."

Daniel suddenly raised his eyebrows as he wiped at his mouth slowly, "Are you dumb? Where's the 'i'? I can't believe you actually can't-"

"No, Daniel," I said his first name for the first time, "There is no 'i,'" I emphasized, "I, didn't want that kiss. I, wasn't the one doing the kissing. Therefore, I, am not part of the kiss. Do you understand now, you rich bitch of a jerk?"

I eyed him irritated as I began wiping my own mouth with my sleeve disgustingly.

"Why did you stop," he changed the topic, crossing his arms as he sat on my desk, "You know you wanted it."

"What the hell, Daniel," I exclaimed, my hand coming down from my mouth, "You have a girlfriend who gives you free tongue massages. Call her up this weekend instead of being an eating machine and taking advantage of other girls."

Daniel cocked his eyebrows at me once again and let out a scoff in disbelief before he replied, "You're the first girl I've kissed besides my girlfriend. Be grateful."

"For what," I said, crossing my arms as well and frowning at the boy, "Giving me saliva? Vacuuming my lips? Killing my brain cells?"

Before he could respond, we heard the footsteps of our teacher coming back down the hall and towards the classroom.

With one glance at each other, we quickly rushed to our own seats. Daniel had hopped down and sprinted to his desk on the other side of the room with his athletic, long legs, while I forced my pained body to walk a few feet forward to my own desk.

We made it in time for Mrs. Reeling to enter the class and she gave both of us a quiet stare before freezing as she examined Daniel's face from afar.

"Are you blushing, Daniel?" she asked obliviously, going over to her desk to place down the stack of papers she had gone to retrieve.

I bent my head down so that my hair covered my face and scribbled some words down on my assignment.

I prayed and prayed and prayed in the few milliseconds that Daniel took to speak.

He finally responded to our teacher and said, "No, Mrs. Reeling. Jamie slapped me hard across my face while you were gone."

I silently cursed at the brown haired boy under my breath as my pencil moved quicker on my paper.

"She what," my teacher exclaimed panicked, rushing over to check the state of her student, which of whom has influential parents that could potentially fire her for letting their son get hurt.

You know what happens next.

"Okay, this time I did slap him but-" I began after my teacher had spun around and looked at me for answers.

Her eyes widened to the point where I was afraid it was going to pop out of its sockets.

"Jamie!" she exclaimed, "You really laid your hands on him?"

I glared at the teacher, "Why don't you let me finish? You always say that to us in class, but I guess it honestly means nothing to you."

My teacher was taken aback as she pursed her lips closed and guiltily waited for me to continue.

I sighed as I pointed to Daniel, "He kissed me by force. That's not allowed."

"Students kiss all the time," Mrs. Reeling tried reasoning.

"BY FORCE," I practically shout in her face, "Do you defend every student in this academy besides me? Because I'm poor? Because I'm ugly? Tell me."

Daniel watched the scene amused from the side as he let out a small laugh in the background.

I spun around and faced him, "You, shut up."

He arched his eyebrows and closed his mouth upon hearing my low growl.

"Jamie, that's enough," my teacher cut in.

"Yes, it is," I answered, picking up my backpack and getting up, "My detention is up. I finished my assignment. And I've been here long enough. I think we're going to have a problem if you don't let me out, now."

I nodded her goodbye and didn't even give Daniel a glance as I walked out of the classroom.

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