I wake up groggily and basically jump out of my bed as I see a figure standing by my door.
"Jesus!" I yell before my mind catches up with me.
"Have you been standing there all night?!" I ask running a hand through my hair in frustration.
"I don't sleep on the job." He responds.
I just look him up and down and raise my eyebrow "So... You don't sleep?" I ask. "At all?"
"I'm trained to go days without sleep and still maintain full capacity." He replies.
He's like a robot.
"That's both physically and psychologically impossible. Sure you can train yourself, but some part of your endurance isn't at full potential." I say rubbing my eyes.
"I haven't had any problems." He responds coldly.
"That makes me feel much better." I say sarcastically before swinging my legs out of bed as I head to my bathroom.
I turn around as I feel him walk toward me.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I have orders to keep an eye on you at all times." He says.
"Yeah, and I have this rule that if a guy follows me into the bathroom, I will kick him so hard in the nuts that he can't reproduce." I respond.
"I'm just taking a piss, I'll be out in a second." I tell him.
"But agent K-"
"I don't give a shit what he told you! I doubt Anthony hired a snake to crawl throughout the sewage system to bite my ass before I'm done peeing!" I yell before going into my bathroom and closing the door on him before I lock it.
I run both hands over my face and take a deep breath to try and calm myself down.
I'm fine... this is fine... it's temporary.
I look in the mirror and cringe slightly at my reflection. I don't look too hot.
"I don't hear pee." He says from outside the door.
"Dude! Just meet me downstairs!" I yell, irritated.
There's silence and I just close my eyes and try to collect myself before I lose it.
I'm going to be put in jail well before Anthony for murdering this guy.
"Go. Down. Stairs." I say sternly. I've been awake for less than five minutes and I'm already exhausted because of this guy.
I hear him walk away and I just sigh as I go to the bathroom, wash my face, brush my teeth, throw my hair up, and get changed in under less than five minutes.
When I leave the bathroom I jump again as I basically run into Kent.
"Dude. Are you fucking serious?" I ask him.
"You were taking a while." He responds.
I look at the clock and then at him. "It has been four minutes and twenty one seconds." I say.
"A lot can happen in that amount of time." He says.
"Give me one example!" I ask.
"You could've slipped and hit your head on the porcelain." He says.
I just blink a few times in disbelief before I throw my hands up and push past him to go downstairs.
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Wrong Place, Right time.Teen Fiction
Wrong place, Wrong time. Right Place, Right time. Teal is known for many things. But one man knows her for one thing, and one thing only. The girl who stopped him from murder, and saw his face. Blake is the top agent of his class, he is reliable...