For most students, a tuesday, like any another school day with the obvious exception of friday afternoons, is just another typical, boring extension of monday. But not for the scrawny kid walking nervously across the school parking lot towards the small, redhead girl sitting alone on some car's hood.
He approached the girl with utmost caution, as if she might suddenly explode.
"You're late." She spoke in a clipped tone.
"S-sorry. It took me a while to get here." His body shook as he speak. "A-anyway, I got the money r-right here."
She gave him a weird look as if trying to raise an eyebrow.
She sighed. "You know how I work."
"W-well yeah..but—"
"Okay..stop shaking. Please. I'm not going to eat you alive. It's not good for business."
The boy gulped. Thinking she meant she can kill him right then and there but just chosen not to.
Another sigh. Satisfied that she scared him enough,"Let me rephrase that. You can't get the target if you'll shake like a puppy every damn time. Meaning it's not going to be great for business. Understand?"
Another gulp. "Please don't refer to her as target." He might faint. He's going to faint.
"Well whatever." Rolling her eyes. "Just give the description."
"Um..chestnut hair, blue eyes—the kind that sparkle, her name's Trina, Trina Bonevou. She's uh..she's a cheerleader."
"Tsk cheerleader huh? Tough one." She shook her head, making her wild, curly, flaming red hair bounce on her shoulders. "You two close?"
"Yeah..about that..I'm kinda um might be ah a lil bit..on the friend side.."
The girl's stare softened. She sighed again, as if contemplating something.
The boy sensed it."I-I'll pay you double if I have to."
Another attempt on eyebrow raising. Her big green eyes bore right through him.
She opened her mouth, then closed it like she's about to say something then hesitated."No. No need for that."
With a look of finality she said, "Now where is she?"