Wait! Why do I get the girl gun?
Chapter two





" Okay I'm sorry for like the ten thousandth time! " Chester cooed in my ear. We were sitting in our therepy class..group thing listening to Professor Tiserond lecture on the mental affects of killing and ways we should cope...yea it's a really boring class. Anywho back to Chester, for the last like hour ( That includes the hundres of texts I got during posions ) he has been pleading for forgiveness. About ten minutes after the whole Troy fiasco he changed his tampon ate a snickers and was fine again, he realized he was being a poopy head and thats when the appoligies started.



" I already said you were forgiven about nine thousand nine hundred and ninety seven sorries ago " I whispered pretty loudly back at him'



" Yea but this is you we're talking about. Member when when we first meet, I took the bomb equiptment you wanted and you didn't speak to me that entire year even when I asked you to homecoming! " I laughed as the memory flooded back into my concious mind. My first year here Chester had the biggest crush on me and I almost went out with him but like he said he took the bomb set I had been using for almost two months it made me mad so I ignored him that year. I'm not sure how we became friends after that, it's just one of those things that just happened you know?



" Yes I remember but this time I honestly forgive you, this isn't the first time you've gone all mach macho man on me. "



Chester laughed this time grabbing notice from professor Tiserond



" Mr. Palla is there something you'd like to share with the class ?"



" Weeeeell....Naw, I'm fine. " he smiled a small ego coming through



Tiserond is not the type of man to ecept answers such as " no " or " I have nothing to say " or " I just can't talk about it " he's a pry-er he must and when I say must I mean MUST MUST! like theres no getting him off your back must know everything about you and your " feelings " BARF! I'm not a "feelings" kinda girl.



" Chester, please tell us all how you feel nowing one day you'll take away someones life someones family..." Personally I don't think Tiserond should try and help us understand this job he's not even an assassin he's never even seen a hit he can't imagine anywhere near the levels everyone in this room could feel.



" ...Well presently thinking about it makes me...feeell... " He paused as he watched Tiserond a moment then sudden;y broke down buring his head in his desk. " I ....I just don't know if I can do it! " he blubbered into his desk " I don't want to be a monster! Why! Why! WHY! " he pounded his desk with his fist



" Chester. " Tiserond sighed in disapproval obviously catching on to Chesters joke



" You wanted emotion " Chester laughed



" You such an idiot " I mouthed to him



He smiled



" Payson, what about you?" Tiserond turned on me



" Honestly Professor Tiserond when I think about it I feel nothing, and I think it'll remain that way until I get out there...so you should probably stop asking me that question " I smiled " okay punpkin? "



Tiserond shook his head in disapproval then moved on to the next victim. But something told me he wasn't finished with me just yet...



After class school was finally over WOOHOO! but only for the day BOO! I want to be an assassin yes but I really hate my teachers... and my classes... and my classmates... and the fact that I can't gain a level for shit! One day I'm gonna be on top and Fistler Tiserond Grettinger Hellsmen Jaills and Io will regret not being on myside when I was in school. If Famous assassins had Grammy like awards I wouldn't thank them they'd cry and rue the day they gave me unnecessay F's or puinny girly guns or were just plain rude for no reason, so =P on them!



" So...your comin to the hunt right? " Chester asked as we headed to my dorm



" I guess so, just please control your testosterone. "


He chuckled " No worries. "



His face said he'd be fine but I was still worried...if you're wondering why it's because together Troy and Chester have serious issues and could cause serious damage to each other and those around them...and the property around them...let just say this has happened before three kids dropped out due to injuries that frightened them and an entire dorm floor needed a make over.



Waiting for the hunt was like watching paint dry. It was all Chester could talk about...actually it was all anyone could talk about! I tried to distract myself with homework ...actually in this case it would be dormwork but anywhoo the point was it didn't work the stupid hunt was stuck on my brain to!