Life of a Teenage Assassin [ON HIATUS]

4) Life of a Teenage Assassin ~Party Offer

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Chapter Four

Party Offer

            I ran the whole length to the gym, which was on the other side of the building. This time I was breathing a little heavily, but barely sweating. I started jogging in place, warming up a little. Ryleigh (pronounced ‘Riley’), my partner in crime and one of my best friends was sitting on the bench, next to her boyfriend John. She looked up as I spotted her and waved. I waved back. She blew a little air out of her nose, rolled her eyes and waved again. Oh…I get it. She’s waving me over. Durr…I must be getting slower. I jogged over to her, pulling out my I-pod (that AI had purchased for my 2 years of membership) and turning it on.

            I stuck my ear buds in as I sat down next to Ryleigh. She frowned and yanked the buds out of my ears.

            “What the hell?” I jumped up and shoved them into my pocket and stuck out my tongue. She stuck hers back. Yes, we are very childish around each other. I guess that’s why we are partners in crime. Ryleigh calls it ‘ninjas’. I call it ‘Mission Impossible’. She says my title is to pessimist. Actually her exact words were, “Mission Impossible? Really? Psssht…ain’t that depressing. It’s all like you ain’t gonna succeed, so you’re just being stupid trying!” She is very dramatic about it. I think we’d make great comedian partners. Of course, I respond in a snotty way back at her, “Oh, and ‘ninjas’ is such a better title? You’d think we’d be like 8-years-old considering such a lame childish name. Why don’t you call it Sesame Street Warriors just for the heck of it? Baby names…” And we have this full on glare and—

            “Hello? Earth to Taylor!” Yah, no one calls me Scarlet in this world. Well, except for Drew…but only when he’s really mad. Reeeeeeally mad.

            I glance up, startled, “Hmm?” Ryleigh looks annoyed, and rolls her eyes. I just stare at her, “You know your eyes are gonna stay glued up there if you keep rolling them?” Which of course makes her roll them again.

            “See, perfect eyes. No glue. Now, as Drake and I were saying…Want to club tonight?” Of course…another party. If I see another one of those slutty strippers, I am seriously going to puke my guts out.

            “Uh…no. Remember what happened last time at a club YOU wanted to go to?” I glared at her. She just shrugged, looking a little guilty.

            “Well…that was a bad club,” I made a face as she continued, “but I PROMISE, PROMISE this one will be so much better! Promise! And maybe, just maybe if you keep your eyes peeled, you could find a suitable partner for life…and looooooooooooooove!” She sang the last part, throwing her arms wide for emphasis.

I shoved her playfully, “Shut it! I’m only 17 for freaking Christ’s sake! Just because you’re an old granny and all—”

“Am not! I’m 22, there’s nothing old about that!” She sniffed, mocking an insulted look, “Just cuz you were as…” She stroked her chin, looking for the right word for me to be jealous of. Good luck, Ryleigh. She threw her hands in the air again, giving up.

I smirked, “That’s right girlfriend. Give up!” She held up a finger to silence me, still thinking. I just rolled my eyes; Ryleigh pointed at me, “Now, see! You roll your eyes too. And see, they aren’t stuck!” I just laugh and turned to John, who was silently watching our exchange with a slight smile.

“Who the freak do you think you’re smiling at?” I asked rudely. I still don’t think he’s good enough for Ryleigh. But, whatever…it’s her love for life, I guess. [Insert shrug here]

“You guys…too cute Ryleigh!” He said as he pulled his arms around her. Ok…maybe he is pretty smooth. She giggled and I fake-gagged. Love-sick people. Ew. He turned back to me, “So about tonight, you up for it?”

“Do you EVER clean those ears? I said NO for freaking god’s sake!” I practically screamed the last part. Several other people were looking at me uneasily. I just smiled angelically at them.

“Lighten up, Taylor. It’s one party. Pwease? For me?” Ryleigh begged, making the most adorable puppy face ever. They should be banned for good. Now I had no choice but to go.

“Fine…” John high-fived Ryleigh, “BUT—but, I am not drinking. And don’t tell me you’re driving. I know how much you’ll drink—believe me. I do not want to die at age 17. I still have a future,” Ryleigh rolled her eyes as John whispered, “Spoil sport.” “I heard that!” I called, “and I saw that too Ryleigh!” She murmured something to John I couldn’t catch, but I still said, “Heard that too. Stop whispering about me!” I pouted. Ryleigh came and hugged me. Aw…we enjoyed a nice hug until that bastard John coughed and broke our special moment. Son of a bitch.

I glanced at the clock. Well, I was at the gym. I might as well work out. I turned to John, “Wanna race?”

He shrugged, “Sure, why not?”

Ryleigh pouted, “Yah…just ditch me here, I don’t mind.” John just smiled adoringly, “Don’t worry, you can watch me beat Ms. Grumpy over there.” Like hell he will. I will enjoy whipping his ass. As he turned back to face me, Ryleigh peered from around his back and mouthed, ‘Ten bucks says you’ll beat his poor ass’. I grinned. Even his girlfriend had no faith in him. That’s just sad, but likewise he has no chance.