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I was on my bike the next day, wondering how in the world I had gotten myself into this situation. What I came up with? This is all Cross's fault. Had he not just left me like that, without explaining anything, including his cryptic message that I shouldn't take any more hits, I wouldn't be in this situation. I would definitely NOT be sitting outside of Wesley's workplace, on my perfect yellow motorcycle, with my arms folded and a scowl upon my face if it wasn't for that asshole that left me all alone.
And that's what I was, wasn't it? All alone? I had always told myself that everyone in the Fraternity was my family, but had I truly thought about it, I would find that that was false. Cross, he was my best friend, he was all I had…and I was going to lose him.
God, Sam, suck it the fuck up. You are a super assassin, who was chosen by Sloan to help this boy. You are better than this self pity. So back off crazy PMS induced emotions, the pity party is officially canceled.
I huffed at the building, willing Wesley to walk out that door. I had been there for over an hour waiting on him. When was his break? What if he doesn't leave the office for his break? What if I'm stuck here until the work day is over? Oh, I hate my life sometimes.
I looked to my left, and as if the little bastard had heard me, Wesley stumbled quickly out the door. He looked relieved about something…elated even. Maybe he got laid. He walked up to the newsstand, and I pulled up behind them. He looked stressed out about what was in the newspaper, but I didn't allow myself to dwell. I just stared, waiting for him to sense my presence.
He looked up, straight at me, and then turned. Goodness gracious, this boy is dense. He then did a double take, as if clearly seeing me, oh light bulb! I just smirked at him and tossed him an extra helmet.
"Get on." I said, still maintaining my smirk.
"You're Sam right? Aren't you a little young to be an assassin?" he asked as he made his way onto my bike.
"Yeah, I get that a lot." I said situating myself on the bike, giving him more room.
"Really, you do?" he asked in a rushed way as he put on his helmet.
"No, not really." I said with a smile as I put on my own helmet and sped off from the building.
I heard his yelp of surprise, and felt his arms wrap securely around my waist. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips as I turned slightly towards him.
"Oh, yeah, hold on tight." I said looking back at the road as I maneuvered the bike through traffic.
Despite his rapid heartbeat, indicating his fear, he let out a chuckle of his own. His arms never loosened during the trip to the factory. I didn't let my mind wonder to the fact that his arms, while they were far from muscular, were firm and comforting. And I also didn't let myself think about how his voice sounded when he was out of breathe and how it made me smile, thinking about other things that would make him feel out of breathe. Oh no, I definitely did NOT think about that.
I let out a sigh of relief when I pulled into the factory. I parked the bike, and he released me. We both removed our helmets and began to move towards the factory, I stopped and turned. He hadn't been expecting me to turn so quickly so he bumped into me, causing me to fall back. His arms flew forward and caught me before I fell, and pulled me forward. We were face to face. I could see all the different blues and greens that made up his eyes. I could see the beads of sweat that were clinging to the top of his head and in his hair. I could see his lips open and close quickly, as if trying to say something, but having no idea what to say.
He pulled back slightly and let his arms fall from mine. He ran his hand through his hair and I could swear I saw a slight smirk on his face. I scoffed and crossed my arms.
"Are you smirking at me?" I asked. He looked at me and his smirk only grew.
"I don't mean to offend, it's just that you would think, since you're like this amazing super assassin, that you wouldn't be so clumsy." he said, locking eyes with me.
I was so annoyed with this guy, I mean this was kind of the first real conversation we've had, and here he was, what exactly was he doing? He wasn't being outright rude. No, he was picking fun at me. Oh! The nerve! In some weird way, that made me extremely angry, he made sense; maybe I was losing my touch. Or maybe he just threw me off my game…no, there's no way a guy I just met can have that kind of an effect on me, right? And besides, I hated this guy, didn't I?
"Look, I just wanted to clear some things up before we go inside. I am not your friend. I will not become your friend. Sloan? You remember him? He is making me help you. I am not doing this to be nice. Okay?" I said in a hurry. Sounding a lot ruder than I had originally planned, but he pissed me off, so yeah…
"Alright…I'm not exactly sure how to respond to that." He said, only seeming just a little disappointed.
"You don't have to. I just wanted to make sure you understood. Now, Sloan is waiting for you, follow the Gunsmith. Bye." I said, already turning to walk away.
"Hey! Wait, just so I know, why exactly do you dislike me so much?" He asked. I looked at him for a minute. I could see the Gunsmith out of the corner of my eye, I knew he was wondering why we were still talking. I decided not to go into all the things about Wesley that pissed me off, and just shook my head.
"It's not important." I said and walked away. I would see him later, and he might ask again, but I would deal with it then. I wasn't going to worry about it anymore right now. I didn't want to think about Wesley anymore, not in any way, not at all.
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