How lovely. He broke my car.

I lost all emotions in my eyes as my mood dropped dangerously.

He left a message in pen on my white steering wheels and it read:

"Why don't you ever listen."

If that pen doesn't wash up and I end up dying today, I'm coming back to earth as a ghost and haunting him for eternity.

Frustrated, I racked my memory for information I received two years ago from Axel about Allison. I'm sure her address was somewhere in that file. I pulled out my phone and moments later, I got it.

Looking around at the parking lot behind the school, I decided to use Carlos's car. I went nearer to the silver vehicle and memories starting rushing back, but I forced them away. Now wasn't the time. Actually, it would never be time to remember those anymore anyway.

Opening the side door and climbing inside, I sat there for a moment and gazed at the interior of the vehicle. Not only was I familiar with the car's functions, but I also had an identical key to his car.

You could say it was for old time's sake.

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I was within a block from the massive mansion and soon had the illusion that I was blasting music within the car. It wasn't me however, it came from Allison's party.

There were dozens of people standing around outside the lawn as well. Allison was also one of them who was standing outside and talking to Kayla and her group of girls. They were all dressed fancily, as I had expected of Allison.

I sighed in relief before catching myself at the end. It was weird. I haven't had this feeling in a while. Scratching my head, I wondered if it was strange to other people that I actually enjoyed feeling anxious again.

Shaking my head of meaningless thoughts, I turned off the car and turned it on self-lock mode. You would be surprised at how well a vehicle could defend itself unless you've lived the secret agent life.

I waited a moment for Allison and her group to migrate back inside and waited another moment to confirm that she wasn't coming back out before I left the car and started for the house.

When I thought people weren't going to pay attention to me, I was dead wrong. Everyone outside snapped their heads towards my direction and tried to make out who I was. I did my best to avoid the stares and kept my face hidden as I entered the mansion.

The first thing I noticed was the loud blasting music. It was spouting out inappropriate words and I didn't like it, but I admit it would make for a good action movie. Second, I noticed the "lower rank" of the school. They stuck together in a group.

Third, I realized they were being bullied.

The anger inside me boiled and I had to keep my cool by reminding myself to tone it down. Five jocks against six defenseless girls. It was nowhere fair, and they were stooping low.

"Hey," I called out sternly, catching the attention of all five jocks.

The boys and girls turned to me in confusion before the guys realized what I was trying to do.

"Is this loser trying to stand up to us," one of the guys said to his friends, immediately cracking up menacingly.

I scoffed.

"Excuse you?" Another spat at me.

I frowned, "I can't even breathe?"

"This little bitch," He commented, getting angry.

Good. Get angry. Work it out on me and leave others alone.

"Call me what you want," I shrugged, "Leave the girls alone."

I turned to the girls and told them to go. They stared back at me in awe and nodded, walking briskly away.

"HEY," a boy shouted in my face.

Then they advanced towards me. It all happened fast.

One boy aimed a punch at my face and I ducked, moving forward to grab his arm and twisted it behind his back with a snap. The others swung their arms forcefully at my lower regions. A fist was a split second from making contact with my stomach and I turned to the side away from it, jumped over the boy, and kicked two other boys on my way down. The two other boys behind me managed to grab my arms, however. I was thinking of flipping over and knocking them out, but I remembered I was in a dress.

And this was why mission suits stuck to your body so that your underwear doesn't expose.

Then again, I wore black shorts underneath so...

But there was a technique every agent knew to get their wrists out of someone's grip. I twisted both my arms parallel to their arms, and used it as a lever to pull my wrist free by turning and sliding it out, and after that my elbow jabbed into their arms. I then pushed the both of them forward with my palms against their backs.

A few people noticed. Just a few. Darn.

I quickly left the scene before the boys could process what happened to them and, even worse, who I was.

I had two people to find.

I maneuvered through the crowd and resisted the urge to stab my fingers into my ears. Not just because of the music, but because of the...

Um...

Human... sounds...

I'm internally cringing every two seconds as I tried to find Allison. Suddenly, two strong hands wrapped around my shoulders and turned me around.

My eyes widened at the boy before me.

It soon turned into an irritated frown.

"Let go of me," I said, trying to push away. I didn't want to push off of Daniel's chest, because that would mean I had to put my hands on his chest, twice.

"You actually showed up," He smiled smugly, looking me up and down, "Look at you."

I glared at him, "Allison wouldn't be happy."

"Allison isn't here," Daniel scoffed, "Besides, she's still my girl."

Aw. Cute.

I looked away and tried to find Liam or Allison, but to no use. When I looked back, I realized Daniel had been talking to me.

"Hey, listen," I began, suddenly serious. Daniel stopped and eyed me irritatedly because I had interrupted him.

"No, YOU listen-"

"Daniel, I'm asking a favor," I restated under my breath.

"Why are you talking like that?" He pushed, frowning at me.

A friend of his came over and eyed me amused.

"Yo, who's this girl?" He asked Daniel, hitting him on the back as a man's way to greet each other. Now was my time to leave.

I pushed away and before I left completely, I uttered out to Daniel, "Whatever you do, stick with Allison."

Seeing that he seemed unmotivated, I added, "You'll regret it, Ordeon."

I left from there. It was up to him to protect his girlfriend right now. If I found Allison first, of course I wouldn't need him.

Liam Carter was my target. I was ordered to kill him, not anyone else.

"Maybe," I murmured to myself as I looked around the place, "You're upstairs.."

I found the stairs towards the back of the main room and had to stop when I saw a couple making out at the bottom.

Honestly, I was... scared. I may be knowledgeable in kicking ass, but if this was what being a normal teenager was like, I-

I don't... I don't know. Maybe my future would just be working on missions. I don't think relationships would work out. It's already been proven to me once, I hoped I've learned.

Snapping back to reality, I walked around the couple to the side of the stair rails and climbed up, jumping over the rails and landing quietly on the stair steps. The couple behind me was oblivious to what just happened and I continued up the steps.

I checked every room on the second floor. Some were locked, some were filled with girls, some with boys, some with couples, some empty, some with Liam and a girl, some-

I paused. Checking through the door again, I saw Liam talking to another girl with her back to me. She was dressed up in a peach and blue gown, very calming and peaceful.

Unlike me. I stopped myself from checking my dress and looked back at the two. They were talking rather intimately. I knew it was Liam, not from his face, but the pen that he had sticking out of his pocket.

The girl had black hair that was put up in an elegant bun. I think... she was his girlfriend.

Now I allowed myself to look at my dress. It was for her... wasn't it. I was wearing her dress. I don't know why she wasn't wearing it, maybe Liam got the size wrong?

Haha...

Why do I even think. I have the worst thoughts ever.

I didn't know what they were talking about. Was she in on the situation? She probably was.

I felt something in my chest and was about to look away. If he wasn't going to hurt Allison right now, I didn't want to stick around and watch him talk to...

What am I even saying, I shouldn't care.

Just then, the two started moving and Liam looked towards the door, his eyes widening slightly as it met with my equally shocked ones.

Damn it.

I tried shutting the door before I saw he had thrusted something at me and I ducked and stayed down as I felt a knife pass over where my head used to be. It pierced sharply through the wall opposite of me outside and I froze dead cold.

Did he just...

I opened the door wider from my squatting position and looked at the boy in the eyes. He wasn't going to let me leave after he saw me. Even I knew that, yet I tried getting away.

"Who are you-" the girl started, turning around to look at whatever had gotten Liam's attention.

She was beautiful. It hurt to admit for some reason, but she had the looks. She could pass for a normal teenager.

A thought from the past suddenly came into my mind:

"What about you," I turned on him, "Haven't you ever liked someone? I know girls fly head over heels for you but has it ever been the other way around?"

Liam let out a light smirk as his blue eyes stared deeply into mine, "That's a secret."

"Jamie," Liam's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I snapped my head to him and my body tensed up. The only reason why I ducked that knife was because I needed to get closer to my two guns hidden on either sides of my knees.

"You actually went to the party," I stated straightforward to him, "I really hate you."

He glared at me.

A real glare.

He hasn't ever glared at me before. It didn't feel good to receive a glare from him.

I quieted down and waited for the man to speak.

"Jamie?" The girl next to Liam asked, tugging calmly at his sleeves. Liam looked towards her and nodded slowly.

"She's a R.U. agent."

Upon those words, I knew there was going to be trouble.

Instantly, the girl pulled out a gun and aimed it at my head, to which I boosted myself up and grabbed my two guns at the same time, also aiming it at her. I kept it steady at her head as she did the same to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Liam was startled with what just happened and made an effort to pull out his own gun.

He stopped midway when I moved my right arm swiftly over to him and aimed my right gun at his head.

We all froze for a moment as the girl's eyes widened at the fact that I could possibly shoot Liam.

"So you have a gun," She commented, frowning at me. Liam watched me silently.

"You don't have to state the obvious," I snapped, "We can end this peacefully or with a pile of corpses."

"How," She stated, tightening her grip on her gun.

"Leave Allison alone," I replied matter-of-factly, "Just let the damn girl live."

"Lennon, I warned you," Liam came in irritated, "Why don't you ever listen?"

I turned to face the man and moved the gun slightly closer to his body to remind him that I was the powerful one right now.

"And I warned you," I answered him with a cold glare, "Leave. Allison. Alone."

The last thing I saw was his own annoyed expression before I heard the familiar clicking of a gun's trigger being pulled back.

My head snapped to the girl as I swung both my arms at her gun, hitting it to the side. She didn't drop it, but the delay gave me the chance to knee-kick her in the stomach and she backed up with a small grunt. Liam came for me and I fired at him. He managed to dodge to the side and grab my arm. I aimed my left arm towards him that held my other gun. The girl fired at me from behind and I jumped to the side, quickly spinning on my heels and shooting at her chest. It hit alright, but I knew it would take more shots. As I had suspected, they had on bullet-proof suits.

I cursed silently to myself as I turned around and freely shot at Liam, who was hit on his side and forearm. The girl and Liam came at me at the same time and I punched her on the shoulder before she too punched me on the side of my face. My lip started bleeding and I was thrown off for a moment, where Liam took his chance to use full force of his elbows to knock me down.

I gasped for some air and held back a painful grunt as I pushed myself off the floor with the energy left in me and shot at Liam to preoccupy him. I went for him and the two of us made eye contact as he aimed his gun at my chest and I at his forehead. My breath hitched.

The barrel was too close.

In that moment, the girl had spun around and pulled the trigger on me.

Everyone was breathing hard, and I couldn't tell the distance between me and that bullet. I tried moving, dodging, something.

It made contact with my skin and pierced right through my lower back.

I choked out blood.

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