A/N Hey peeps! This is my first story and I hope you like it!
Chapter 1:
I scan my surroundings; green eyes, black messy hair, athletic build and a good height , yup there wasn't a single teenage boy like that on this street.
Sighing, I dial Luke's number. He had just given me the wrong street again - for the tenth time actually-and it was getting annoying. After a couple of rings he picks up.
" Annabeth! You got him this time, didn't you? It must be so exciting seeing your first one! I knew I gave you the right street this time!" he exclaims, a little too loud- sorry way too loud for my liking and now I feel like I've gone deaf.
He probably gave the wrong street because he was probably busy making out with Thalia, his girlfriend and my best friend. They were practically the only friends I had since I was 7 and that is a long time because I'm 16 now.
Luke's really nice and I kinda used to have a crush on him but that's over now. You couldn't help but fall in love with his personality and good looks. Thalia has this whole punk look surrounding her but she's -once again really nice-that is unless you get on her bad side. The both of us share a flat in one of the better parts of Manhattan and the three of us go to Goode High. They're in their senior and I'm in my junior, it's great!
" Your hopes have sunk in to the sea after hitting a giant iceberg like the Titanic.", I joke , "Can you give me the new street name? The actual one this time, so stop making out with Thalia and read and tell me it properly, okay?"
" Not agaiiiin! " he whines. I can't help but laugh, he sounds like a baby walrus mixed in with a toddler's crying and mumbling. Plus you can hear Thalia whacking him on the head for acting so immature and her whacks hurt. We girls are so much more mature, we should have a huge cult like thing in which we rule the world and the boys have to listen to us, you know like how the Amazons from Greek mythology wanted to do. It's another weird thing about all of us; we're fanatics about it and since somehow all of our families even though we aren't that close to them anymore,(it's a long story) have relations on the Greek side so we all know fluent Greek as well.
He tells me to wait a minute while he gets it and I can hear him fiddling with the computer along with both of them kissing each other. How long can a make-out session last? It's been an hour already! Soon enough I get it and I'm already on my way over there. Something told me though that it wasn't the street I was gonna find him. Why was I searching for a teenage boy with this appearance? It wasn't because I had developed this massive crush on him and was going to stalk him everywhere(although the appearance makes it look like he was pretty cute). It was because of a task given to me by a top-secret organization that we somehow managed to find and work for after we left our families in California. They already gave me all the information but didn't send a picture which is why I'm hunting him down. What did the organization exactly do? Even we don't know that, every body is always kept halfway in the dark about its intentions. Well they are a top-secret organization anyway. But something never felt right about them which I guess is just because I don't like not knowing anything.
I fish out my headphones from my purse and play my favorite playlist to pass the time. The first song that comes on is Glad You Came by The Wanted. The music seems to surround me and before I know it I'm already there. Sure enough it's the wrong one. The previous scenario of me reaching the wrong street repeats many times more and I've given him at least a dozen death threats, which I won't be able to carry out much to my great regret. Over half an hour has passed and I still haven't gotten him. The song currently playing is The Hanging Tree from The Hunger Games which is where I felt like going. One reason? My feet hurt. like. hell. I take a couple of more turns and my thoughts turn to ideas of how I'm going to kill Luke, which as mentioned before, I won't be able to do. But my latest idea is giving him paper cuts all over his body, dousing him in lemon juice and then rubbing salt and red chili powder in his wounds.
I'm pretty hungry by now so taking a detour, I make my way to Starbucks(it's my favorite) and order a latte and a croissant. While doing so, I check my notifications only to see that I got one from my brother, Malcolm.
M :HEY! Annie, you got him yet?:)
A: Don't call me Annie:( I feel like murdering Luke.
M: :P
A: XD
M: :O Hope you get him soon.
A: Thnx :)
The both of us love talking with emojis so most of our texts often look like this. He works part-time for the organization because he's in college now and doesn't have much time. I look down at my empty coffee cup, it's time to get moving again.
I'm near the park when I get a feeling that 'he' is nearby. Huh, that's weird, next time instead of taking directions from Luke I think I'm just going to roam around until I get a feeling that the person I'm looking for is nearby. That is if I actually find him now. I break into a jog and then into a sprint, taking turns and not stopping until it feels right. I finally stop when I'm close to the main market. Leaning against a street lamp to catch my breath I take a look around.
That's when I see him a perfect match to the description, hanging out with his friends, standing in front of a candy shop. I grin and take a couple of photos. He was it, the first one I would kill. Ever.
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