Bound to the Shadows

1: First Days Suck

A hefty enough price to earn me this shiny new car, some new ear piercings, and a dinosaur tattoo on my ankle.

Who knew being an assassin would pay so well?

Most people would think that laying low, would be the best option if your chosen career is to be an assassin. And if it wasn't clear by my sports car, I don't share these sentiments. When someone "mysteriously" disappears in your friendly local neighborhood, everyone is going to look for the quiet girl in the back of the classroom with no alibi.

My fool proof plan is to let people know as little as they need to know about me. But be as friendly as I you can. Nobody ever suspects one of their friends.

Getting out of my car, locking the door, and walking up to my high school. I just stared at the front doors of the place that has held me captive for the past 3 years, with disgust and hatred. I was rather impressed with myself, because not only had I made a 10 minute drive turn into a 5 minute drive, I got a good parking space in the front.

At 7:55 A.M the bell would ring, marking the official first day of school. I glanced around impatiently tugging on my long red hair, a habit I had when I was frustrated, looking for some kind of clock.
Contempt flew through me as i found one. 7:53 A.M it read when I  saw something flying towards me in the corner of my eye.

"WATCH OUT" A deep male voice called.

Gasps and screams came out of the mouths that quickly jumped out of the way in the wake of the mysterious object.
Without even looking at the flying object, time seemed to slow as I outstretched my hand and caught it.

A deep smack echoed around the courtyard as the baseball, being thrown playfully between several boys, collided with my palm. I lowered the baseball slightly, examining it curiously. The deafening silence snapped me back into reality of what just happened.

An idiot just threw a freakin baseball at my head.

Rage bubbled up in my throat, threatening to spill.

Remembering a similar circumstance had blown my cover at my last school, forcing me to relocate, I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down.

Pleased at the good control I had over my emotions, I looked up. The first thing I saw was the bundle of students that had fallen to the side, trying to avoid the ball. Many of the girls were clutching their chests, as if their hearts were going to combust. I thought it was particularly amusing that they all looked like they were about to cry. I rolled my eyes and looked towards where the ball had been thrown from.

Time came whirling back to normal speed as I was surrounded by students.

"Are you okay!?"

"How did you do that?!"

"We should take you to the hospital!"

I took a deep breath. "I'm really okay. I caught it before it could hit me" raising the ball to eye level as a polite smile appeared on my face.

The culprits responsible for stupidly throwing the ball came barreling towards me with a steady slap of shoes on the pavement. I turned around to face the 7 boys running towards me. I may not have been very experienced with guys, but i knew what well endowed men looked like.

The seven men that approached me, were just that. Black skinny jeans emphasizing their muscular thighs, loose shirts embracing their long torsos, expensive footwear that four of my apartments couldn't buy, and perfectly styled hair that had obviously taken hours to do.

I recognized that these boys were the same ones that had made such a commotion at school last year.
They were in some kind of boy band I never cared enough to look up.

Whatever.

The attention they got on their very first day of showing up, instantly barred me from ever being friends with the seven men. I definitely didn't need my cover blown again. Theres no way boys as attractive as them, Just lay low.

I bet they had every girl wrapped around their fingers, and it is quite possible they had a few male hearts as well.

The steady slap of shoes on the pavement shook me out of my thoughts. The first boy to came up to you and you noticed how deep his brown eyes were, How sharp his jawline was, and how, well, attractive he was. He tilted his head to the side as if examining a hurt puppy. There were voices swirling all around the courtyard, whispering of this popular boy coming up and talking to a nobody like me. Despite the sea of whispering, his voice came out, clear as a bell

"Bella, are you okay?"