Chapter 2
A young agent 47 stared into his blank sheet of notebook paper. The professor up front was speaking to the chalkboard, and even the chalkboard didn't want to listen. There were too many letters and numbers on chalkboard for young 47 to even begin to read. He sat in the back of the room so he could have his privacy, he learned the professor never called upon him when he was back here.
The young 47 had grown up an orphan. He was admitted to an orphanage when he was found on a street corner as a young toddler. He was grateful for that kind act, even though the orphanage was strict. The orphanage was somewhere in France, as far as he could remember. Some of the children there were beaten for doing minor things. 47 was among the frequent visitors of this.
This had turned him into a rough young man. He was scared to let anyone enter his life, and let them see his true self. He liked to keep to himself and not get other people involved with his personal life. He had always been alone his entire life, having other people there was just weird.
After he had left the orphanage he had been accepted into a University in America. It was a small time college in the city of New York. He was going to major in business. Things had been going well for him here at the University. He was appraised as a bright young student. He had a roommate but he was never in the dorm. So once again 47 was by himself.
"Andre Edouard do you know the answer," the professor asked 47.
Andre had been caught dazing off again. He sat up straight and studied the chalkboard. He could see a few people in front of the class looking back at him.
"The answer is not possible," he said.
The professor looked at Andre and then to his book.
"No, that is not right," the professor told him, "Maybe if you paid attention you won't have to put up with this kind of embarrassment."
"No I'm right," Andre responded, "That equation has no solution."
Andre felt a few more eyes on him.
"You wrote the question wrong on the board," he told him.
"Excuse me," the professor asked.
"The equation on the board is not the same one in the book," he answered.
The professor looked in his book and then to the board.
"That is true, is see. But you couldn't have gotten the answer right, anyway," the professor said, in an annoyed tone.
"Check it," Andre
asked.
The professor gave him an angry look and went to work on
the problem on the board. He was scribbling something on his notepad
for a few seconds. He then turned to Andre and gave him an
unbelievable look.
"Maybe if you paid more attention you wouldn't have to put up this that kind of embarrassment," Andre told him.
He heard a few of his classmates snicker.
"That's enough," the professor ordered.
The bell rang right after that, thankfully for Andre.
The class all got up and walked out the door. Andre walked passed the teacher; he could feel the teacher looking at him.
"Hey, Andre," the professor called.
Andre turned around and looked at the professor.
"Do not pull that in my classroom again or you are out of here," he said looking over his glasses, "Do you understand me?"
"See you tomorrow Professor Boutwell," Andre told him as he turned around and left the classroom.
He walked out of the classroom and headed to the right. He was done with classes for the day. He heard someone yell from behind him.
"Hey," a girl's voice came from the hallway, "Hold on a second."
Andre turned around to see a pretty young girl speed walking towards him. She had beautiful black hair, tan skin and a gorgeous face. Andre was skeptical about her calling out to him. He stopped and looked at her anyway. She was definitely making eye contact with him. She ran up to him and took a moment to catch her breath.
"Hey," she said with a smile.
"Hello," Andre said to her.
"That was you who solved that problem in math just now, right," she asked.
"Yes, why," he asked her now squaring his shoulders towards her.
"Well this may sound a little forward," she said, "but I'm kind of struggling in that class, and I was wondering if you could help me out. I mean, you seem to know more than the teacher does."
"Well I don't know about that," Andre replied.
"You do seem to know what you are doing though," she said to him, "So what do you say?"
"Umm...sure," Andre said enthusiastically.
"Great," she said, "Whose place are we going to be using."
"We can use my room. My roommate is never there so I'm pretty much there all by myself most of the time," replied Andre.
"Sounds good," she said with a smile, "The name is Amy Lancaster, by the way."
She reached her hand out to shake.
Andre grabbed her hand and shook it and said, "I'm Andre Edouard."
"That sounds very French," she said with a little laugh.
"That is where I am from," he said as they let each other's hands go.
"Oh really," she said, "Well you can tell me all about it tonight. I have a class to be in right now. I'm not doing to well in it either," she added.
Andre let out a little chuckle. He wrote down his dorm room number and gave it to her. She put it in her purse.
"Okay, thanks a lot Andre," she said, "I'll see you tonight."
She then speed walked to her next class. Andre watched her the whole way. He then looked to the ground for a second and then shook his head and smiled. He then made his way to the door and pushed it open. He walked outside in a good mood.