my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad!

my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad! 3 EDITED

Two days later my dad invited Gentry and his mom over. And guess WHY he invited her over. Guess. They were both being paid a couple grand by the same guy to kill some other guy. Did i mention that the guy he was supposed to kill was my math teacher? No, I am not kidding. Some guy was paying my dad a couple grand to make sure my math teacher died.
As it happens, Gentry and I both had the same math teacher. I'd gotten his number because his mother had made him give me his number and vice-versa (she was holding a gun to my head! It was either give him my number or die! Can you blame me for wanting to live a little longer?).
I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.
need 2 tlk 2 u now! urgent! I hit send. A moment later my phone buzzed.
wht happened? y do u need 2 tlk?
I cant tell you over the fone! wt if some1 hears?
we're textin, they can't hear us. whatev. meet me at Smoother Smoothies. b there.
fine. I grabbed my gun and my pocket knife and left. We met up there.
"What the hell?" he demanded of me.
"My dad was assigned to kill the math teacher," I whispered.
"Why?" Gentry demanded.
"I don't know! Some dude is giving him a couple grand for the math teachers head!" I hissed.
"That's good," he said with a sigh.
I kicked him from under the table.
"What?" Gentry demanded, "We had a big test coming up and I didn't study!"
"Why the hell would someone want to kill the math teacher?" I demanded.
"Because they're all evil?" he said jokingly.
"Never joke about a client's request," a deadly voice said from behind us.
Gentry and I jumped. My smoothie was knocked over by his hand.
His mom was standing there, fiddling with a freakishly sharp knife as if it were nothing, as if she was just filing her nails. His mom surveyed the scene for a second. "Clean that up, Gentry," she snapped at him. He started grabbing napkins instantly. When I moved to grab one, she grabbed my wrist, stopping me. Gentry cleaned up the mess. "Now buy her another smoothie," she ordered.
"That's not really necessary-," I started but i stopped -she was poking a freaking knife into my back. What the hell was i supposed to say? I froze mid-sentence with my mouth forming the words, but no sound coming out.
Gentry was all to happy to buy me a new smoothie at his own expense to please his mom.
His mom smiled at me and said that it was nice to meet me, shot her son a glare and just walked out of the place.
As if this couldn't get any worse, my dads voice popped up behind us while we were trying to figure out who had pulled the best prank.
"You'd better not try anything with my girl."
Gentry jumped again, I could see the fear in his face as he saw my dad.
"i-i-i wasn't, w-w-we were j-j-jus-t-t, u-um, t-t-tal-talking," he stammered.
My dad shot me a look.
Gentry had already admitted that he liked me.
"Dad," I said, warning him.
"What?" my dad said innocently.
"We're just hanging, don't freak out. This might be the one boy you can't scare away with a gun," I said.
Gentry snickered. "I won't run away screaming when your dad shows off his gun collection if you don't run away screaming when my mom shows off her collection of knives and nooses," he bargained.
"Nooses?" my dad seemed intrigued now.
"She's pretty good at those," Gentry said, then shivered at a memory. "Deal?"
"Fine," I said. "deal."
We grinned once we'd sealed the deal.
My dad and his mom left the place.
We went back to taking about things that were normal. We had some homework so I called my dad and asked if I could go study at his house. My dad said yes.
To my utter horror, we walked in and a scream of someone who was dying pieced the air like a white-hot knife through butter.
"Mom!" Gentry yelled.  "Wrong room!"
"Isn't this the soundproof room?" his mom yelled back.
"If it was, would you be hearing me? Or would we be hearing the guy screaming?" he demanded.
"We?" his mom demanded.
"Yeah, Julia and me, she came over for-," his mom cut him off.
"Oh hey Julia! Would you be kind enough to deliver some things to your dad on your way back? They're in my office. It's in a dark blue envelope, in Russian!" she yelled.
"Okay, sure!" I yelled back.
We both stared at each other.
I grabbed the folder and put it in my bag just in case I forgot.
We didn't hear any more screams.
"Sorry about that," Gentry said.
"Its okay, I've heard worse," I assured him.
We both laughed grimly at that.
"So, how many other friends have you made, aside from me?" he asked.
"You're the only one so far, I'm not really a social person," I admitted.
"It's okay, I'm an introvert as well. Kind of hard to talk to someone about this kind of thing when they haven't been through it," he said.
I laughed. "Tell me about it."
"My mom accidentally killed my girlfriend thinking she was my ex," he said.
I had to laugh, i couldn't help myself. It was funny.
"Are you serious?"
"Yup. She killed her because she thought that she was the one who'd broken my heart," he said.
"Thank God I've been able to keep the identity of all the guys I like a secret from my dad," I muttered.
"I learned that lesson the hard way," he muttered.
"Atleast no one messes with us," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, our parents would just kill all the bullies," I  said, attempting a joke.
"Don't ever make that joke around my mom, she takes it seriously," he whispered.
"Yikes," was all I said.
"Yeah, its not good all the time." he said.
"At least we don't have to worry about being kidnapped," I said with a laugh.
We made a few more jokes about our parents professions and then started on our schoolwork. He honestly seemed too nice to be an assassin.
The next day at school I got a few stares. A girl had gone missing, and of course, everyone suspected my parents and his parents.
"It wasn't my mom," Gentry said.
"My dad showed up last night covered in blood so...." I trailed off.
"You think he did it?" he asked.
"Who knows?" I answered.
We went to our classes. The day went by fast. During one of my classes one of the girls said that it could have been my dad's fault. I wanted to die.
"Now, now, just because her father is an assassin doesn't mean he's is behind this," the teacher said.
There were a few mutters of 'yeah right' but then it went quiet. No one said it to my face, but they were always whispering it behind my back or when they thought i was distracted. I couldn't help but wonder if my father was behind that death. It wouldn't be the first time that he was behind the death of on of my classmates.