A/N: This is my first multi-chapter. I can't believe I'm actually going to do this...tell me what you think of the idea?

Chapter 1: That's Weird

"Come on, Logie! What if we actually go at the end of lunch, and they're all gone! I mean, I might actually die if that happened!" I sighed, rolling my eyes. Carlos was trying and begging to get me to go with him to the school's vending machine to get his stupid Fruit Smackers. He just had to have at least one tiny bag during lunch, every day.

"Can't you go alone? I mean, if a bully were with you, you could take them! You took on the entire eight grade remember?" I pointed out to him. He pouted at me, his big brown eyes seeming more watery than just a moment before…while he was still pouting. James and Kendall were snickering at the argument.

"I don't want to be alone." Oh for the love of-

"What are you, five!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. The people at the few tables around ours stared at us (mainly me) and I blushed.

"No." He won't get that stupid pout off his face, and after a minute of staring at each seeing which one will go down first, I give in.

"Okay fine! Let's go," I sigh the last two words and stand up in defeat. He jumps up, and is already almost halfway to the doors by the time I take my first step.

He waits for me at the door, so he can grab my hand and drag me to the vending machine. He lets go once it's in his line of sight, but due to the straight hallways, it's still about twenty yards away. I still follow after him, smiling in amusement at his childlike excitement. Yet, after about ten steps something started to bother me. Was I following Carlos, or was somebody following me?

I pause and turn my head slightly to the side to see if I could hear anything. The split second after I do it I realize that it was a stupid move. In movies and TV shows, the stalker stops walking when the person they're stalking stops. Surprisingly, I did hear something, about two seconds after I stop. There's rustling, someone murmurs something to someone, there's a response and then one of them gets shoved against the lockers. However, when I turn around, there's nothing there. Just an empty hallway.

"What just happened?" I mutter to myself, before I turn my head to face Carlos, who was now jumping up and down excitedly as his snack fell down to the small compartment where he could pick them up. I walk about twenty five feet so I'm closer to him. He would think it were weird if I were still in the same place he let go of me, and he'd probably whine that this was my way of letting him go alone.

"Okay Logan! I've got my Fruit Smackers! We can go back to the cafeteria now!" Carlos freaking skipped past me, to the cafeteria, and I slowly followed him. I would've walked faster, but people always walk slower when they're talking to a friend or…in deep thought. Like me.

What happened? Did I just imagine those noises? Surely I didn't. I wasn't in any position to imagine something like that. Nothing I'd said or done, nothing had happened to me to ignite my imagination. I couldn't have done it subconsciously or anything. I didn't imagine that. I never feel…well, sometimes I feel like someone's watching me. Or someone could be following me. I just…never really thought much of it until now. Why did it suddenly start to bother me?

It's bothering you because you overheard something about the cameras in the school being damaged. All of the ones in the freshman halls, classrooms, and the lunch room. That could happen though. They could be defective. Why did it matter to me? All the cameras that you walk by everyday. Now it's starting to get weird that the bullies aren't coming after you as often. I shouldn't be worried that the bullies aren't bullying me. I should be grateful. Today is the sixth anniversary of your father's death, and not a single person has even given you a bad look. They don't know my father's dead. They wouldn't just stop bullying me for one day, unless something was going on.

Sitting back at the table I fake a smile and start laughing at the jokes and antics of my friends. I don't lead them on about the oddities of today, or even the last few weeks. Over the years, I've gotten better at hiding things. Now, I really know they don't suspect a thing. They know my father is dead, died before I came here, but they don't know his death is the reason I moved to Minnesota.

"Hey Logan! We've got Psychology to go to! Come on!" Kendall's voice shook me out of my thoughts. I look up, still for a second before standing up, and leaving the cafeteria with Kendall.

Unfortunately, his locker isn't near mine, so I have to risk the possibility of bullies that sometimes wait for me at my locker. Nobody was there, and if it weren't for the significance and strange behaviors of today, I'd be smiling. Now, my heart is racing and sounds are now much sharper in my ears. This is a characteristic my father had.

Today just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

"How did it go?" he asked of her. The girl standing before his desk shrugged. Her dyed-black hair fell off of her shoulders as she did so, and her face held no real emotion. She hardly ever showed emotion, except for anger, annoyance, or dry and sarcastic amusement. She'd for worked years to keep it that way.

The office was dimly lit, for it was night now, and any schools had already been closed for hours. Even sports events, like hockey games, would be over by now.

"I'm sixteen. A girl at my age who walks the halls of a high school isn't weird. Of course, there's one thing I worry about when doing this. During lunch, the halls are silent. When Logan has to go out into the halls for something, a bully might be waiting for him, Logan can probably hear me taking a bully…out of Logan's way. He followed his snack-craving friend today, and a bully was waiting. I think he heard something," she tells her boss. He nods.

"The school is starting to catch on about the wires in the cameras being cut. What do you suggest we do?" he asked his youngest agent.

"Use one of our guys to be the one who 'repairs' the cameras, for starters…" the girl continued to list off the things needed to be done about the situation.

"Sounds solid. Now, I suppose you can go home. An assassin always needs their rest if they want to do a diligent job in the morning," the man grinned. The girl smirked, turned around, and left the building, with a certain Logan Mitchell on her mind.

A/N: What the hell is going on? Why is that girl associated with Logan? If her main concern is him, why is she getting rid of all his bullies? This doesn't make any sense. None. Nada. What do you think is going on? Who wants more?

Not a long chapter, but it was really just meant to get you into the story a little bit.

~RosesAreForWriters