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Chapter 10: Risk

Jade's POV

"Jade, what are you doing?" I heard from behind me and quickly shut the laptop. I turned quickly to look into the adorable but now questioning eyes of Beck Oliver.

My eyes averted to the floor, unable to keep his quizzical gaze.

"Jade? What was that?" he sounded curiously suspicious and I couldn't take it much longer.

He briskly took the few steps to where I was sitting and put his finger under my chin.

"Jade?" he asked innocently but so maturely at the same time.

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. "Beck, I can't-"

"What are all of these things that you can't say Jade? All of these secrets that you keep bottled up inside? Why can't you just let me in? Like I have done for you" he said quietly, he sounded desperate and seeking, he genuinely just wanted to know and help. I sighed and opened the laptop; God, Maria and Zach were going to slaughter me for this. Actually no, it was going to be worse, I was going to get kicked out of Cherub and Beck would have to be dealt with to not risk letting out any information. By dealt with I meant, chopped into pieces and sent to some unknown country to be ravenously munched on by their native woodland creatures. The screen readjusted and revealed the dreadlocks of Andre beside the balding head of Mr Vega. Beck's eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to figure out where they were. A few seconds later his eyes widened as I assumed he realised they were in Mr Vega's car.

"How do you have this?" he asked as I just kept quiet and hit the play button. I hadn't heard it myself yet so I don't know what I was going to expect, this may be hard on Beck. But hell, this mission was just getting even more fun by the minute, lol jokes, it's like the fucking notebook all over again, I doubt I'm going to make it to the end without breaking down and begging for a bucket of cookies and cream ice cream. The sport's car doors shut with a soft thud and all of the background noise was now gone; only a soft breathing was heard.

"So?" Andre started, his soft featured face turning towards Mr Vega's sharp chiselled jaw line and pointed nose, his fierce almond shape eyes glaring into those of the musical prodigy.

"I'm pretty sure what we're doing is illegal" Andre stated, trying to be the bigger man in the situation. Mr Vega gave him a harsh look and narrowed his eyes.

"You know what your reward is Harris"

"Guaranteed full marks for senior year and the opportunity of romance with your daughter?" Andre repeated and half-questioned, making sure his side of the bargain was still happening.

Mr Vega nodded and then spoke once more,

"You can do anything you want as long as your promise me one thing, just get Tori out of town for the next weekend coming, take her to the beach and then have sex with her, I honestly don't care, because I have more important business"

"That is really disrespectful man; she is your bloody daughter for God's sakes!" Andre hoarsely said, staring at the man incredulously at his lack of consideration for his golden child.

"I have much more important things to worry about than my daughter's issues" he repeated, his hands fiddling tightly on the steering wheel.

"Look, I really don't want to do this. I feel guilty as all hell and I don't even know what you're planning on doing but considering you don't care about your daughter, I'm assuming this "business" is some sort of disaster that only brings you benefit" Andre said coldly.

Mr Vega grabbed the young man by the collar of his jacket and pulled him close.

"Do you not remember what I said you black dick, you don't do this and I will kill every member of your family while you watch and then I'll get Tori to drive a knife through your chest by force" he spat, he threw the boy backwards and leant back in his seat. "Clear?"

"Crystal" Andre whimpered. The tears in his eyes were just visible; he was terrified and felt all hell guilty at the same time. He didn't want to do this to one of his closest friends but didn't have an option. He had two younger sisters and one younger brother, all who looked up to him like he was a God, he couldn't risk them. Mr Vega threw his hand up in a 'get out' motion and Andre scurried out of the car, tightening the grip on his backpack and treading off to the bus stop where he would catch the public transport back to his comfortable house in the suburbs.

I hit the stop button as Mr Vega hit the accelerator and sped out of the parking lot. Beck's draw was practically at his feet and his eyes were wider than a deer in headlights. I was shocked at who Mr Vega had gotten to do his dirty work this time and how, why was he using the students though? Why not use an adult to just kidnap his daughter considering he didn't give a rat's ass about her? Beck's jaw was moving like he was trying to form words but couldn't say anything.

"How do you have this?" he finally spat out quietly. His arms on the kitchen table top, assumedly keeping him from collapsing onto the floor. His eyes bored into mine, the soft brown in his eyes hardening into an inquiring glower.

"You won't understand" I whispered. I couldn't tell him. It was against everything I had ever been taught and we were under extremely strict and unbreakable regulations to never disclose any information about the organisation. Could I break it? Would he keep the secret and both of us get away with it? This was a risk that had come up on a few missions but never, ever like this. What was more important? I bit my lip and gripped Beck's hand and led him to my room. He gave me a dumbfounded look as I pushed him onto the unmade bed and crawled in next to him, taking sanctuary in his arms.

"You have to promise me something" I said quietly. The desperate, angry but also saddened tears pushing against my eyes to be free.

"Anything" he said in my ear.

"You have to stay" I choked,

"There is nothing you can say that will make me leave Jade"

Oh but there is. Once he heard that our initial romance wasn't intended he might want to leave. What if he didn't know that I actually loved him? I exhaled slowly and began the story of my existence, all the while not knowing whether this love we shared would still be in tact by the end of it.

"My name is Jade Wesley, I am sixteen years old and have no other family members living" his eyebrows furrowed slightly at my first sentence of my real name but he stayed quiet, respecting this confession that he didn't know was coming. "When I was eleven, my parent's car crashed and I had no one else, I had taken many martial arts training lessons over the years and was quite academic, had performed at a few bars for my singing and was quite athletic. An organisation that is unknown to 99% of the world drugged me and bought me to their location and asked me to join them. I accepted and am now in my sixth year of being a secret service teenage agent. I go undercover and do what the police can't. I am fluent in five languages, fitter than any girl my age, stronger than the average eye, trained in all martial arts and has gotten high achievements in every senior subject offered to today's teenagers. Only the fittest and brightest get asked to join, also those with no connections and no one left to look after them. I was asked to come here and figure Mr Vega out, along with Maria, who is not my mother obviously and Zach who is also an agent. And Beck-"

"What about us?" he said, his arms slowly inching away from me.

"No! I told you, wait until I am finished! You have to understand!" I pleaded, the tears starting to roll lightly across my cheeks. His eyes were hardening and his jaw clenched, but he didn't move.

"Beck, on the first day, you spoke to me and second day, we kissed. From that kiss, I knew there was something. You don't know how many years I have been training to avoid falling in love with people on missions. The first words you said to me touched me and when we kiss, every single time it melts my heart, ignites my soul and makes me feel special. I knew that all the training in the world couldn't prepare me for how fast and totally in love I fell with you. I love you" I said, rushing and looking into his slowly softening eyes and pleading.

"Every time you speak to me it's as if heaven has come to me instead" he whispered. "I love you"

I crashed my lips against him and gripped his face in my hands. I felt a light tear stream down his face as mine started to dry. He wiped them away with his thumb and gently pecked my cheeks. He opened his eyes and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me, comforting me. I didn't know what he was thinking and it was killing me. I didn't know whether he was angry and just not showing it or glad or pleased that I had told him or even more upset than before.

"So, this organisation, what age are you there until?"

"Twenty-five" I said.

"And you said that you had been on other missions?"

"Yeah"

"Like?" I could tell he wasn't completely comfortable and finding it difficult to wrap his head around all of this information.

"Well, there was one where I went into to rescue a few girls from this agency that turned out to support human trafficking. I was almost a victim myself but I managed to get them all out. There was one where I was working with drug dealer's children and had to regularly get tipsy but then focus and get information. I have had to pretend to date people. And, I have also been on some pretty intense missions and one in particular which I earned my black t-shirt for"

"Black T-shirt?"

"It is a shirt that symbolises an immense achievement and successful risk that was not asked of you and means you initially put other's lives before your own, risking yours"

"So, you're a pretty tough nut?" he joked. Beck was back.

"I guess" I smiled sheepishly.

He looked at me and kissed my hair.

"So … you're okay with all of this?"

"I mean, when I tried to get you because there was something different about you, I didn't think that different thing would be a secret agent that is trained to kill people and read people like a book. But you know, my fault for going after you" he chuckled and I lightly rolled my eyes but nestled my head into the crook of his neck.

"I can't read you like a book" I said quietly.

"I know" I bit my lip and felt him smile against my temple.

"Is this the part where we have makeup sex?" I joked and he laughed. His chest rose quickly against my shoulder.

"Nah, we can have makeup cuddles?"

"You are such a sap!" I said, playfully punching his gut.

"As you wish" he muttered and then he grabbed me around my waist and flipped me over. His hips gently grinding against mine as he pressed his lips passionately to mine, his hands wrapped around me. All of his weight was on me and it felt nice and I snaked my arms around his neck and fiddled with his hair. He sucked a little on my lower lip as I widened our mouths. It was rougher than before, there was moments of gentleness but then overpowered by hungry kisses and roaming. My shirt found the floor pretty quickly as did his. My hair fell against the pillow as he traced the toned line of my stomach. He removed his singlet and my hands eagerly ran down his abs, and his lips found mine again. My jeans felt tight against my legs as I felt my body yearning more for him. However, Maria and Zach would be home from work soon and they couldn't find us so far into … this. Beck knew this too and our kisses tuned down from the ravenous sucks and licks of before to sweeter elongated kisses. I assumed it was about nine-thirty now so I just decided to pull the covers up over us and fall asleep after our little session of romance. I mean it was Monday tomorrow, and Beck was driving us, Maria and Zach had an early start tomorrow, meaning maybe, just maybe, we could finish this tomorrow morning? I grinned against Beck's soft lips and he rolled off me and cradled me. His lips still grazing against my neck as we both closed our eyes.

…

I was dreaming about Beck. His lips were trailing seductively down my stomach and his hands yanked at my jeans that I had worn last night. I giggled as his hands made patterns on my side. Unfortunately I felt myself waking up and I had to open my eyes. However, I was met by Beck actually trailing kisses down my stomach. I was so happy that I hadn't been dreaming. His tongue danced circles on my bare skin and he smiled as he realised he had finally woke me up.

"Stop that" I said quietly, not actually wanting him to stop.

"If I told you it was later than you thought what would you say?" I snapped my head up and propelled myself to look at him, balancing on my elbows. I raised one eyebrow at him and his eyes flickered nervously.

"Beck?" I asked cautiously.

"Just you know seven-thirty …" I glared at him; we couldn't have slept in that long, I had an alarm set. "Plus forty minutes" he whispered.

"WHAT!" I jumped out of bed and ran to my dresser. Throwing on the first black shirt I saw. "What the hell happened to my alarm?"

"You looked too cute asleep" he mumbled, dragging his grey singlet back over his messy head of hair. I grabbed the brush off the table and ran it through the ragged curls that were my hair. Beck just ran his hands through his a couple of times and it was that sexy hot mess that girl's swooned over once more. He pulled his flannelette shirt up his arms and pulled on his dark combat boots. I also pulled on mine and then applied a little eye make-up when Beck wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Babe, you don't need it" he whispered.

"Yes I do"

"You're beautiful though" he said, tickling my neck with a kiss.

"Hush or I'll whack you with my hairbrush" I said sternly but … cutely. Yes I said it. He chuckled and left my side before grabbing his backpack off the ground and making sure he had everything he needed for school.

"I want coffee"

"I know" he said absentmindedly. I smiled as I applied a light layer of natural looking foundation and quickly grabbed my shoulder bag off the top of the dresser. He smiled at me as I sauntered over to him and he laced his hand with mine.

"Two sugars"

"I know what to do" he muttered before going through his wallet to make sure he had enough money for two coffee's at the cute little place down the road on the way to school. We were out of the house by twenty past, score!

…

We ambled through the large double doors, coffee cups steaming in our hands, my other hand linked with Beck's. We walked to our lockers and got out our books, we had Sikowitz second period which was always fun. I looked across at Beck and he gave me his signature smile but I noticed something I didn't want to in the background.

Andre had one arm propped up on a locker, the other resting on Tori's shoulder. She was blushing slightly as he leaned towards her as he spoke. She bit on her lip and nodded before giving a 1000 watt smile as he left. She was like a giddy teenage girl … well she was a giddy teenage girl as she reached into her locker and retrieved her books for class. Beck had missed all of this, thank god; I couldn't involve him in any more of this shit than necessary. It's like even though I was, in his eyes, a trained killer with a large history of violence, narcotics, alcohol and death's, he didn't even care. He just loved me. It made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world but of course my short little fantasy thoughts were ruined by Andre walking up to both of us. Beck stiffened a little at his 'best friend's' entrance and just glued his eyes to his locker.

"What's up people?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Not much" I said bluntly, turning back to my locker grimly. His eyebrows furrowed together and he gave us a weird look.

"Trouble in paradise?" he questioned.

"There's definitely trouble" I muttered. I knew it wasn't his fault completely, Mr Vega had forced him but he still agreed. I only felt bad for Beck, knowing his best friend was associating with the man who had killed his family members. But, if I was in Andre's situation, what would I do? If my family were at risk, would I help them or side with my friends and risk them? I sighed and Andre walked away confused. Beck's eyes closed in sorrow as he slowly shut his locker. I went over and wrapped my arms around his waist and he hugged me back.

"It's not his fault" I tried to convince him but he was still not responding properly.

He nodded grimly and kissed my forehead before walking to his first class and I was left stranded in the hallway. I walked past the broom cupboard and peeked inside, there was always someone trying to hide something in there. Whether it was a new couple making out, a young one who forgot their homework, a senior ditching a class they didn't like or someone who just wanted to chill out for a while. I was surprised when I saw the built body of Andre huddled against a wall. Softly but forcefully punching his fist against the wall, a hand came up and roughly wiped his eyes that were streaming with tears. I took the risk and put my hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it. I was unsure whether my comfort was necessary or whether this was going to turn into a bad situation real quickly, real soon. But I turned the knob anyway, taking a deep breath and entering an angst-filled atmosphere of Andre Harris.

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