"Crime and passion"
This story use to be titled "High school criminals" but it is less High school and more criminals so I changed the title and completely gutted and repaired the story!
This will be a lot different than it was when I first wrote it!
I hope you all love all the changes that I made!
~Chapter 1~
~Tris~
(People just freaking suck)
Damn I hate people and I fucking loath high school!
My name it Tris Prior and I am my father's daughter through and through! Andrew Prior was a mercenary; one of the deadliest in his time but he was double crossed during his last mission then murdered a year ago by someone that he once trusted.
My father raised me in that life and taught me everything that I know and I intend to make those that betrayed him pay with the help of my uncle that is as of now my lawyer!
My "Lawyer" fabricated my criminal records saying that I have several assault charges and that I'm dangerous if provoked. It also states that I have been ordered to attend Chicago High for my senior year and live with my bitch of a mother.
Natalie was the easy target in this whole mess. All I had to do was allow the greedy bitch to find out that my father left me a nice inheritance and I was her new favorite person; well, that is until I beat her ass and threaten to kill her if she talked. The bitch knew enough about my father to know that he wasn't one to mess with and now she knows that I'm worse than he ever was because I was raised as a mercenary.
I didn't choose this life; it chose me!
So here I am pulling up to my new hell on earth. Have I mentioned that I hate people?
I speed through the parking lot nearly clipping the front bumper of a shinny BMW with the back wheel of my bike because I stole the parking space she was trying to get.
Better luck next time Barbie!
I pull my helmet off and shake my hair out before climbing off my Ducati, man I love this bike! She solid black and fucking beautiful! The only thing I hate about it is that people stare at her and then the assholes stare at me once I pull my helmet off and today's no different. If it wasn't for the -I will stab you in the fucking face- persona that surrounds me, I'm sure the stupid fuckers would approach me ass well.
After locking my helmet to my bike I walk into the school shoving people out of my way as I push through the crowd of hormonal sheep.
I make my way into the office to get my schedule and I'm greeted by a hyper little woman that I instantly want to punch in the face."Hello there, what can I do for you today dear?" I just look at her like she's fucking crazy for a few seconds and enjoy how she starts to fidget under my gaze.
"I'm new and I need my schedule! The names Beatrice Prior but I go by Tris!" I sneer rudely at her.
"We've been expecting you!" The bitch laughs nervously. "Here's your schedule, a map of the school, and a list of our school rules! Welcome to Chicago High and have a great first day!" She says handing me my shit with a huge smile.
"Not likely!" I growl as I leave the office.
Once I'm in the hallway I ball up the list of rules and toss it at someone's head.
"Hey!" The bitch yells at my back. I just hold my hand up and tell her that she is number one with my middle finger as I continue down the hall while looking at my schedule.
Fuck me, I have gym first period.
I growl in frustration before turning down a different hall, not caring if I find my way to the gym or not.
I feel someone pass by me and in the process I'm shoved into the lockers. I look up and see a huge tattooed and very muscular guy smirking at me over his shoulder. I recognize the asshole from the picture I was given. This guy is my way to get to Max!
Eric Coulter! Damn he is even hotter in person!
I grin at the asshole evilly letting him know that I don't intend to take that shit lying down.
The jackass just winks at me and continues down the hall!
I roll my eyes and pick up the bag that I dropped and continue down the hall only to easily find the fucking gym. Damn it I was hoping I would get lost!
I'm a half a minute late when I walk in and the old ass gym coach just sneers down at me like I'm the dog shit that I can smell beneath his boot. "Why are you late to my class?"
"My name is Tris and I'm late because I was in the office dealing with Mary freaking Poppins!" I tell the asshole with just a bit more venom that he could manage to spit at me.
"Are you new?" I can tell that stupidity runs deep in the ranks of this hellhole.
I think that I'll have a little fun at father times expense! I suck in a breath dramatically and widen my eyes before speaking in loud as fuck voice. "What, you don't recognize me?" I ask acting in a shocked tone.
"No and I don't have anyone by that name in this class!" This man is way too fucking easy to mess with!
"Well, you do now Gramps!" I growl at the old man as I hand him my pink slip, and hear a few laughs and chuckles from my actions.
I'm not here for your entertainment assholes!
Gramps signs his name on the paper and hands it back to me. "Take a seat Tris and from now on don't be late to my class!" Whatever, you bag of wrinkles.
I make my way to a set of bleachers and glare at everyone that I pass as I make my way up to an almost empty bench and sit down as far away as I can from the people that I don't care to know.
"Okay class I have some paperwork to finish so this will be a free period for you! All I ask is you don't leave the gym and don't kill each other; got it? Good!" Gramps yells before he walks off.
"Hey, where you from?" I hear a deep voice beside me ask. Did this fucker just slide over next to me? A little to fucking closely, might I add!
"Hell" I growl before getting up to find a secluded area far away from the dumb jock.
I freaking hate high school and I really hope these assholes have some sense of self preservation and stay the fuck away from me. I will not be responsible for breaking someones neck before the day is over!
But I have no such luck here because the asshole just follows me!
"Hell huh, how's the weather there?" The dumb ass try's to joke sitting beside me again but closer this time.
I turn to glare at him hard.
Don't get me wrong, the guy is hot if you like the date raping, dumb jock, pretty boy that gets whatever he wants or whoever he wants kind of guy, but I most certainly don't; not one fucking bit!
"It's fucking hot!" I growl through gritted teeth. "Now leave me the fuck alone before I stab you in the face asshole!" My threat only causes him to laugh and smile at me.
Fuck this dude want quit!
I stiffen when the dead mother fucker traces his slimy finger down my neck. "Feisty, I like that, my name is Four and..."
I grab his hand and twist it painfully out to the side and connecting my elbow to his nose, hard! "I didn't fucking ask number boy!" I yell as I shove his stupid ass off the bench and glare down at him. "And I'll break more than your fucking nose if you ever put you goddamn hands on me again!" I yell at the asshole.
I'm just about push his ass down the bleachers when I feel everyone's eyes on me. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I snort and turn to my right only to see see none other than Eric Coulter looking at me with a very wicked and very, very sexy grin on his gorgeous face. My eyes take in his extremely built body and sexy as hell tattoos sleeves on both arms that run up his neck, and lets not forget the microdermal piercings above his right eyebrow. I also notice that he seems to have no trouble at all keeping the gnats out of his personal space.
I get up and step around the waste of space jockstrap and make my way over to my mark.
"Hey" I say crossing my arms. "How the fuck did you get these persistent assholes to stay away from you because something tells me that numero uno over there won't back off just because I kicked his ass for touching me!" I point over my shoulder and continue. "The dumb jock just wouldn't give up!" I finish and he looks around me and grins at said douche bag.
"Well it helps if they suspect that you've killed someone and what you just did was a really good start at letting them know that you are not fucking around and won't fall at their feet!" He says tilting his head to the side smirking at me.
I roll my eyes then glare at him. "I'm Tris and why the fuck did you shove me into the lockers this morning?"
"I'm Eric, now have a seat Tris!" Eric points to the bench next to him. I look at him through narrow eyes but ultimately set next to him. Damn he smells good! "I didn't shove you Tris! I ran into you because you were in my way, and just between the two of us..." Eric leans forward just a bit. "I'm very please that your bite is just as bad as your bark!" He laughs loudly at the look that I give.
This man is going to be fun! So much so that I just might change my way of getting close to him!
"So what are you in for Tris?" Eric grins at me like he knows that I'm not here voluntarily and that something other than a family move brought me here.
I give him a long look before answering his question with a question. "What makes you think that I'm not here because of my family?"
"Your eyes give you away." He winks at me. "I can tell that you're here by force; whether by an outside party or by your own doing!" I chuckle at the fact that the man knows his shit! "Either way, I know that you are here for a reason!"
"Assaultt charges!" I lie easily and shrug but continue. "The judge gave me the option of prison or this; I chose prison!" I laugh at the thought that I would definitely choose prison over high school any day. "The judge thought she was funny and decided to make me come here to live with my bitch of a mother!
"Where is your dad?" The nosy jackass asks bluntly.
"Dead!" I grit out through my clenched jaw as my entire body stiffens.
"Judging by your response, it was recently wasn't it and you were really close to him?"
"What the fuck is this? Twenty goddamn questions?" I grow as I straighten my spine and look out at the still staring students.
"Sorry about your father!" Eric looks at me with softer features.
I know that Eric has nothing to do with Max's mercenary business and that is why I chose him. Eric only deals in Max's smaller affairs, like planting or removing evidence, and for a very hefty fee Eric also deals with Max's drug dealers here in the US, but that is where there relationships stops! Eric is just an outsourced hired muscle and my only way to get to Max without the connection of the mercenary business!
I take a deep breath and close my eyes to control the rage I feel when the death of my father is brought into a conversation. "Thanks" I answer him with my eyes still closed. "Anyway, I moved here to live with my mother and I'm this close to killing the bitch already! And before you ask; I barely know her and yes I fucking hate her!"
"Why not just move out?" He grins at me and I just laugh because he doesn't have a clue that I am this close to doing just that. Why my Uncle Rick wanted my to live with that bitch in the first place is beyond me.
"That's an intriguing idea!" I laugh a genuine laugh. "Wait a minute how the fuck did you get me to open up like that?" I say slapping his shoulder causing him to laugh.
"Not sure! I asked, you answered!" He shrugs his massive shoulders and continues. "You tell me!" He smiles at me and I really look at him, like really study his features and I gotta say he's fucking gorgeous! The picture in my bag didn't do him justice. Damn, never thought I'd see the day that I would meet someone that could possibly be worth my time and attention.
Once all is said and done maybe he won't hate me for using him!
"What can I say, I guess you remind me of my shrink!" I tell him causing us both to laugh.
I look around the gym and notice everyone is staring in disbelief at the two of us. I guess they are scared of him but he fascinating the hell out of me! mark or not, I want to know more about him and get to know his true personality. Go figure!
"Okay Eric!" I grin and wink at him. "Since I told you what was on my rap sheet, you can return the favor by telling me what's on yours!"
"I've never been caught committing any crimes Tris!" This I already knew but I have to make this all believable. Eric looks at me intently as he continues to speak. "Stick with me and I'll show how its done, darlin!" He gets up and offer me his hand. "Are you in Tris?" He licks his lips and my eyes follow this action.
When I make eye contact with him again I give him a real smile and take his hand.
"Who do we kill first Eric?"
"Everyone Tris!"
To be continued...
I'm going to keep the old story on fanfiction for a little while longer just so that those of you that liked that story can read the authors note that I just posted and get a feel for what I doing here!
~As I said, this will be a lot different and that I'm making massive changes to this story~
I hope that you all enjoyed this and come back for more!
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