I Seek You Run [EDITING]

Introduction

Have you ever had that moment in your life where you realise everything that you know is a lie? Yeah well today i came to that realisation.

My name is Bianca and I've been a spy since the age of 13, I am now 18. Believe it or not girls can be badasses too.

My parents were kidnapped when I was at the age of three, leaving me and my brother to be sent away to our drug addict of an aunt. The agency I work at saw me stealing to make a living since my aunt was too busy snorting coke to actually feed us, so they invited me to be part of their agency (the CIEA). Everything went up hill from there.

My brother Austin is a year younger than me. He does not know I work as a spy and I'm not planning on telling him anytime soon either.

And yes, just because I'm a spy doesn't mean I don't have to go to school because i do and yes I do have friends I am not a loner.

Peyton is my best friend, bubbly personality, bright pink hair, proud of her figure and flaunts it everyday but most importantly, trustworthy.

Justin, Peyton brother, dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and a smirk that makes all the girls fall hard but that leads to something called player. Justin is the definition of a player, someone you wouldn't want to fall hard for.

Austin, my brother, black hair, blue eyes, also once more quite the player but not as bad as judging. He's also more into the band t-short kinda look.

And then there's me, long black hair, brown eyes, a more dodgy and edgy style, confident and bold.

That's my inner circle. The only ones I can trust.

"BIANCA!!!" My thoughts were interrupted when I heard an all too familiar voice, that happened to belong to my best friend.

I was about to turn and face Peyton but she jumped on my back, making me nearly lose my balance.

You could tell who was the stylish one out of us two. Peyton was standing in a blue crop top, that showed off her newly pierced belly button, a tight leather skirt and a black denim jacket, finally some bright blue heels. Her pink hair was done up into a fishtail braid that sat neatly against her left shoulder.

But then there was me. A black Nirvana top that was tucked into black,high waisted ripped jeans and some heeled, black ankle boots and a black bomber jacket. Yeahh Im not a very bright person. My hair was in somewhat presentable conditions, tied back into a high pony tail.

"Shortcake!" Urgh that stupid nickname.

"Yes Justin?" I turn around knowing who exactly that was and there he was standing with his leather jacket and v-neck white shirt that hugged tightly around his muscled body, skinny black jeans, his hair was messily styled but suited him very nicely.

Justin was and is the typical bad boy of the school. He has it all, from the insanely overdramatic smirk to the tattoos up both his arms and a portion of his neck. Every girl swooned over him. Ew.

Justin has always come up with these short people jokes because of me and my impeccable 5 foot 2 height. It went from shorty to mushroom and now to shortcake.

And as if to wake me up from my own little world, my phone rang that annoyingly, obnoxious ring tone.

"Yes?" I act as if I was on the phone to my disgrace of an aunt, when in reality I'm here on the phone to my boss.

Let's not forget about my extremely perverted boss. You see, no one knows his name, he wants to be declared as boss and nothing else. Every time you walk into his office he practically devours you with his lust filled eyes, worst part of it all is that he's married which of many people don't know, it's a major turn off. No one wants to be the side chick.

"We need you here B." I roll my eyes, I specifically told him not to call me during school hours, yet him being the idiot he is, he goes ahead and calls me right in the middle of lesson.

"Can't you wait, I'm at school." I reply.

"Miss Grey you're in lesson get off your phone" Mr Johnston,my history teacher,  moans at me. I simply give him a sarcastic smile before carrying on with my conversation.

"NO! It can not wait! Come here immediately or you're FIRED'' as if he'd fire me, I'm the best agent he has. I'm not being cocky, it's just a fact and it's been proven since I've been physically, virtually and mentally tested by expert scientists.

I roll my eyes and hang up. "Miss Grey!" I look back at my annoying teacher before rolling my eyes once more and walking out off the door.

I wish I didn't walk out off that door.

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"Nice to finally see you B" I was announced to the organisation by my boss. 'B' is my code name, it is obligatory that you use it when on missions.  I walk dramatically over to him and stand face to face with my arms crossed against my chest.

His eyes slowly trailed my articles of clothing, licking his lips hungrily once he reached my breast area.

"My eyes are up here....boss." I raise my eyebrow at him and he fakes a coughing fit.

Smooth, real smooth boss.

"What am I needed for?" I jump straight to the point, not wanting to waste time.

"Oh, right" he straightens his blazer before continuing. "You're going to be transferred."

Everyone who was inside the organisation stopped what they were doing at stared at him dumbfounded.

"Why? I'm perfectly fine here." I speak up, everyone nodding there head in agreement.

He just smirks before saying. "Indeed Fine you are." I look at him disgusted that he'd say that in front of everyone, and to make manners worse, he started eyeing me up and down once more.

The room was filled with gasps as my hand came in contact with his right cheek.

"Like I said my eyes are up here." He looks at me whilst his hand covered my handprint. "Why am I being transferred."

"For a mission, could take a month could take a year or two. Until you fix it, you aren't to report to this organisation. Instead you go to ECFT (Espionage Centre For Teenagers." He hands me a piece of paper with the address. "Report  There after school."

I nod before going back to school and finishing the last two lessons I had.

"Peyton I can't come over today, I have some house work to do." I give her a short smile before going to a little cafe down the street.

The SeaFoam Cafe was a common hang out area for everyone, it was retro and vintage looking giving off that diner look. Waiters and Waitresses roller skating to you to take your order. I loved that cafe.

I go inside the black and white toilets and pull out my work outfit.

Black crop top and some high waisted black, ripped skinny jeans along with knee high heeled black boots. I place my weapons in their sacred places, boots , jacket, sleeves, thighs. Everything was well hidden. My hair was up into a messy bun.

Once I was ready I got into my challenger that no one really knew I had since no one knows I have the money to buy it, and ride off to the address I was given.

I really wish I hadn't.

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"You must be Bianca Grey, I'm Jake, your new boss,  nice to meet you. " the young man stretches out his arm, with a smile plastered across his face.

"Pleasures Mine." I smile.

"You will be working alongside three other agents that work here, we have reliable information that tells us someone is planning a nuclear weapon, that could potentially wipe out this entire continent. Your mission is to find out who is planning it and bring them to us, bring the weapon." I nod at the information that was being fed to me by every second.

"Who's the other agents?" I ask, my head held high.

"Agent B, meet Agent P, Agent J and Agent A, Peyton, Justin and Austin." My mouth drops to the floor.