Anita Roe.
Auburn hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, 5' 5", Russian. Beautiful. Dangerous.
Carter's opposite in looks, and training. Beautiful, but not Carter-beautiful; dangerous, but not as dangerous. She'd always been in second place, while Luving had gracefully gotten to be Grohl's number 1. She didn't understand why either, the brat was always screaming at him, swearing at him and threatening him whenever he gave her an assignment that was too "emotionally challenging" for her-even though she still did it-and for Anita it would've been a cinch. She was two years younger than Luving but she knew she could do anything she did, maybe even better.
Sure there had been that one mission that she'd gone with Luving and almost had them both killed by being careless of the alarms that she had constantly warned her about, but still she was good. She had gotten the guards of the man they were after away from the door, seducing one and having him tell the other guard go to the other side, only to be knocked unconscious before anything happened between him and her…but Carter had gotten past the crowd, the guards and into the man's office with no trouble or suspicion or use of her training at all, except for when she stepped into the man's office, gotten his clothing completely off and killed him. But that hardly counted as training. That was pure wit. Wit that Roe apparently didn't have, and "couldn't even imagine to have" because for Luving, "it was all natural". Her looks, her attitude, her ability to turn every head in the room not once but twice, always leaving Roe with the third or fourth glances.
Remembering that mission made Roe hit the punching bag in front of her even harder, her hands red from her work out.
She'd been in the training room for well over an hour now, working on her hand-techniques and weapon-tactics (knife, rope, and brass-knuckle wise). Sweat making strands of falling hair stick to her forehead, she could taste it every time she licked her lips since it was dripping to her mouth. Her shoulders were already burning from where she'd been attacking the punching bag but the thought of being second-best made her pick up her pace even more.
Finally, though, she hit it and fell backwards onto the mat beneath her, putting her arms by her head and breathing hard. She'd worn herself out.
She didn't even hear when Snipe walked in, dropping his gym bag by her feet and pretending to fall on her, but putting his hands on either side of her and placing his feet straight away from her feet.
"Tired, babe?" he asked, bending his arms downward to where he was practically on top of her.
Roe smiled sincerely as he did, thinking he was reaching down to kiss her, but her smile disappeared when he pushed back up and smirked, "Push ups."
She rolled her eyes and rolled over to get up. But instead he went down again, pressing his chest on her rising back and whispering in her ear, "Leaving already?"
She turned her head a little and he put his lips to her cheek, still holding himself up in his push up position, but lowering his pelvis down onto her tailbone. Roe did all she could not to let out the sigh that was building in her. Why'd he have to be so darn sexy?
Unlike Luving, Roe had actually developed feelings for Jarrett Snipe. She cared for him and didn't use him as her booty call whenever she was feeling bad or bored, unlike some people. She didn't use him. But he couldn't see that Luving was, all the time wasted that she'd tried to convince him that Luving only wanted him to replace what she once had, was just her using him didn't ever see to get past his black haired head. He himself had developed feelings for Luving when she'd had feelings for someone else.
That was how it went. Roe loved Snipe; Snipe loved Luving; Luving loved…well, she said she would never love again after that little act of betrayal she'd done nine years ago.
Another reason why Roe should've been number one, she thought with her head not her heart.
"I have to do some stuff…" she told him, her voice a whisper in the air as the corner of her lips brushed against his full soft ones.
"Hmph." he did a final push up then raised himself up by his toes, "Fine by me, sweetheart. Not exactly looking to give my heart to anyone else right now." he winked at her.
And that made her second-best self mad.
Roe did a push up and pushed back up so hard she was able to get up from just that.
"Why can't you get it?" she snapped at him, balling her taped hands into fists, "She doesn't love you! She never did and never will!"
Snipe leaned his head back and squared his jaw as he tilted it to look at her, "Stay out of it, honey."
"No! Why can't you get it through your thick skull?" she went up to him and stood in front of him, "All those times she was using you as her booty call and-"
"Think I don't know that?" he finally snapped back at her, frightening her but she didn't move, "Think she never told me? Heck yeah she did, plenty of times! And I-"
"Still slept with her?"
"Only because I thought she'd developed feelings for me after all those times. Not me have the urge to just constantly do her every time I see her, you wouldn't understand that. You don't know what it's like."
"Snipe, I-"
"Listen, to me. Somehow-I don't know how-she got me. And she got me hard. So I'm gonna do the same thing to her and you're just gonna have to deal with it!"
He turned around and walked away, punching the bag on his way out and slamming the door.
Roe took one of the weights beside her, a ten-pounder, and hurled it at the wall like a disk, breaking the mirror on it to a thousand pieces.
Second place.
In everything.
Not for long, Luving, not for long.
Friday Night.
"For real, Rider!" Carter tugged on his arm as they walked down the street, her arm wrapped in his, leaning against his bicep whenever she moved out of people's way but still held onto him, not willing to let go, "Where are we going? And why is Sabina coming?" the last question wasn't asked delightfully. Good. It wasn't intended to be.
He played with her fingers, "You'll see, I promise you'll love it. Plus remember I said this was our first date."
"Very much so." she smiled at him and reached up and kissed him quickly on the lips, her hair sweeping across his face and Alex breathing in the sweet smell of her shampoo.
It was their first date. Way back when they'd hated each other, then loved each other, then lost each other. And the movie the previous night could hardly count as a date what with married couples and Tom being all moody.
Right then they were in downtown London, where several of the clubs were. Different type of clubs, especially Jazz Clubs-something Carter had always wanted to go to.
Carter was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans with a black top that came right to the brim of her breasts and was open on the edge of her shoulders, simply being held up by the spaghetti straps right on her collarbones but still had sleeves that flowed down to her elbows, she had on silver platform shoes that had black zebra stripes all over. She had a black ribbon instead of a necklace and had Alex's class ring as a pendant, wearing diamond studded earrings and had her make-up very…mysteriously done. Her eyes had the smoky eye shadow that was behind her impossibly long lashes made her look mysterious and made Alex want to keep her in his pocket. She looked so beautiful that night with her black hair in waves that fell across her bare shoulders and back.
He still couldn't believe how much she had grown up, last he had seen her they were teenagers. Sure she was filled out, very filled out back then but now she was…wow! He got chills just looking at her. He bit his lip to keep his emotions back. They were in the middle of the street. Not now at least.
He was dressed equally handsome, he had on some dark denim jeans that had a chain that was connected from a front belt loop to a back one, a white shirt beneath a black vest, the sleeves rolled up and the first three buttons open to show a bare chest. His blonde hair was hanging down, the ends almost reaching his eyes, emphasizing the deep hazel eyes beneath them. He had on a silver chain that had a small white-gold ring with a ruby in the middle on it. Carter's ring. In his ear-which Carter hadn't noticed until now-there was a silver stud. (But for her, it made him all the more sexier. She bit her lip just looking at him and held onto him more when she saw women passing them and glancing at them.)
From any onlooker, Alex and Carter were a couple that couldn't go unnoticed, they were just so attractive! And they seemed completely in love! They seemed like the perfect balance. And the way that Alex wrapped his arm around her waist and Carter held onto his arm only showed they felt the same way.
They had both sworn to each other to never leave each other, never come down from that cloud nine.
After of course the whole event with Sabina, who they'd gone back to find was sitting on the couch with Alex's crowbar in her lap and her cell phone beside her leg, it only seemed to intensify their relationship between them. Fortunately Sabina had listened to Alex before he'd run out of the building in pursuit of Carter and hadn't left, hadn't called the cops and had shut up.
But she looked like crap when they came back.
All of her mascara and eye makeup had run down her eyes and face from where she'd panicked and began crying, her hair wasn't placed well, the strands now curling from where they'd been straightened and her eyes still averted from him to her when Alex began explaining to he what was going on.
By the time he'd gotten to Carter and him rushing to MI6 for the device she'd seemed calmer, she had trust in him. She only hoped he would live up to it. She still looked at Carter cautiously and when she'd introduced herself she hadn't hugged her or shook her hand, but simply nodded.
"Okay so…" she'd said when Alex had finished, "Carter and you used to be partners…when you had to go to France after Christmas break, and during your mission-when Carter was a double agent-she'd decided to help you escape"-she was talking faster now, as if to just get the words out of her-"she ended up falling with the building and you thought she was dead but she didn't and was re-trained and you were her next assignment. So she broke in but you both still had feelings for each other, she began erupting into pain because of a tracking device they'd implanted in her to tell her to return to Home Base and you took her to MI6 to help her who told you that until further notice she has to stay with you in your house? Correct?"
"Very much so." Alex agreed.
"Ok." Sabina had inhaled raggedly, sworn herself to not leaking the story, telling the cop or putting them in anymore danger. If there was any. At the moment it didn't seem so. But they weren't sure.
After that, she had tried her best to leave, not bothering to clean up but she began to take her big yellow envelope with all of Carter's information with her. Alex wouldn't let her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, grabbing her arm before she made it to the elevator. Carter smiled and sprawled out on the loveseat, she didn't know why but she didn't like Sabina. And it wasn't a ugh-she-could-use-a-new-face-snobby-dislike because Sabina was very pretty, beautiful in fact; it was more of a there's-something-about-you-that-tells-me-you're-a-two-face-and-a-bunch-of-trouble-and-I-don't-want-you-around-Alex-or-me dislike. So her smile somewhat faded when Alex stopped her and she restrained her groan as much as she could.
"I-I uh, I'm…going home." Sabina still couldn't talk without averting her eyes toward Carter and back to him, it was like she was scared if she took her eyes off her for an instant she would disappear and do something horrid.
At one point, Sabina had taken a good look at Carter-Carter who obviously didn't like being stared at had snapped, "What is your deal? I don't have a secret agent in my bra you know!" and then gotten Sabina scared again and Carter rolled her eyes, walking off into Alex's room-and when she had she noticed one thing: Carter didn't look like a killer. At 5' 2" she looked like one of the most harmless things ever. She simply looked like a beautiful girl in a city, but beneath all that she knew that she wasn't harmless and that she was a killer.
One thing that Sabina didn't know was that, the killer next door was had actually felt intimidated by her. When she'd seen her, Carter had realized what Alex had been with while she was "dead", what he'd loved and what he'd wanted. She was what Alex had gone for. And why not? Right then she'd felt like Sabina was prettier than her, better than her, and smarter than her because in the end she had been the one to love Alex more than anyone. Even though it had ended harshly, it had still happened. And for Carter to be intimidated was saying a lot for a woman who'd once parachuted into the sea, swam to a castle in Italy and killed the Prince there for $4,000,000.
"With this?" Alex snatched the envelope from her, "I don't think so."
"Alex…" she followed him as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a lighter, "Alex, what're you-no!"
Alex dumped out the contents of the envelope-all the pictures, interviews, notes and tabs on Carter-set them on the stove and lit them up, holding back Sabina when she tried to snatch them back. "What'd you need them for anyways?" he smirked, tossing the flaming pile of papers into the trash and spraying it with water from the hose on the sink once all of it was ash, "You're not writing any story anyway."
Sabina did all she could now to hold back the tears in her ever filling green eyes, her hands shaking from the urge to punch Alex because she knew what she should've already done. She should've run out when he'd gone after Carter, should've gone straight to the authorities and turned her in, should've printed out her story and seen them both put in jail where they belonged! But she hadn't and now she wanted to kick herself for not doing it.
"I hate you, Alex Rider." her voice came out cracked and soft. But they still pierced Alex like arrows to his heart.
"Sabina," he said softly, putting his hand on her shoulder, his childish smile fading, "Listen, I know this is hard. But you have to understand me, if anything about Carter slips out that she's with me it could mean trouble. And I'm not talking Police Department trouble, I'm talking about MI6, CIA and Scorpia all being included in this and getting out of hand. I can't have any evidence of her here. It has to be like she's just a girlfriend of mine, Carter Luving has to disappear."
"Her last name's Luving?" she said it with skepticism that a murderer could have the last name that meant caring and affectionate. It was almost ironic.
"Sabina, please…" Alex pleaded with her, he knew Sabina to be two-faced at times and he didn't want to take the risk of it with this. He had to get her word, but he knew the only way he could would be to get her to trust Carter.
So he had come up with a plan.
He'd been planning on taking Carter on a date and was going to meet Jack then and introduced her to her but it seemed now they would make it a triple date. Somehow, Sabina agreed. She said she would meet them there at eight thirty with her boyfriend, Kale.
So far it had all gone good, right then it was eight o'clock as they walked down the street and Alex still had Carter curious at what was going on which was how he needed it to be. He smiled as she rubbed up against his arm, and he felt like time had stood still.
"Will you please tell me?" she whined quietly, "I'm dieing to know!"
"You will, impatient!" he teased, wrapping his arm even tighter around her waist, "Believe me, you'll love it." he smiled at her, his white teeth gleaming.
"If you say so." she smiled back and slowed down as they came up on a crowd waiting to get inside a jazz club called The Joie de Vivre, saxophone music and bass guitar strums leaking out of the dark paneled golden windows and crimson curtains, two small doors with a golden music note on the front constantly opening and closing like a swinging one and a long banner up from the roof to the top of the door that said "Presenting John Mayer Acoustic".
"Alex, what is this?" she asked, tilting her head as she looked at it; her signature movement whenever she got curious about something or just wanted to know what it was, her eyes bright with it.
Alex smiled and pulled out two tickets from his pocket, and handing them to her, "Your surprise."
Her jaw went slack as she read them, Show to John Mayer Acoustic 8:30 p.m. 1 per person, then switched to a smile as she jumped and hugged Alex's neck tightly, squealing, "Ohmygosh! Alex, really? I-you-thank you!" she kissed him multiple times and smiled each time.
He laughed, "I told you you'd like it here." he hugged her waist and said, "Come on, Jack and Greg should be here already."
"Jack and Greg?" she asked, tilting her head again as they went to the front of the line and handed the man their tickets.
"Jack," he explained, "She's like my sister, Greg's her husband. I asked her to come tonight."
"Why?" Carter tilted her head again. Her question hadn't been one out of distaste or smart but an honest curious question. She took his hand as he went through the people, keeping his manners and saying, "Excuse me". It still shocked Carter that even though Alex was a millionaire, had been scarred both physically and emotionally, and had tried to live a horrid version of "the beautiful life", still managed to be a gentleman. Maybe that was what attracted her to him so much.
Alex smiled at her then looked ahead, he could see Jack's red hair that was pulled up into a messy bun and her favorite bright green zebra mid-sleeve shirt. Beside her was Greg, his dark brown hair looked like it was slick backed and he was wearing a gray shirt. They were holding hands, Jack's polished-red fingernails playing with his fingers.
He turned around and put his hands on Carter's waist, pulling her to him as she tilted her head back to look up at him. She felt like "popping" her leg back as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Because," he spoke softly to her and just to look at her sent chills down his spine and arms, he hoped she wouldn't notice too badly that he was mad over her, "I want to introduce you to her. She pretty much knows all about you. By that I mean, I came back home, looked like utter crap and in time I told her why. I told her I had someone I really wanted her to meet tonight, someone that was very important to me and she agreed to it."
"Does she know I'm alive?" she arched an eyebrow, "It might be weird to be introduced to the living dead. I'd be freaked."
Alex laughed and kissed her forehead, "Come on, living dead." he took her hand and they went to the table. His fingers tangled with hers and it felt amazing, the chills turned to warm shivers down his body as his mind still wrestled with the idea that she was with him right then, that this was really happening.
He was still having difficulty believing that she was in front of him, he felt like he was going to reach out to touch her one more time and she would dissolve into thin air and his life would crumble to pieces again. Also, there was that curiosity in him that still burned to know where exactly her allegiance lay. He knew Carter to not be heartless, cruel…even though that little piece of his brain that lay in the back of his head, as forgotten as a book in the back of the library, kept telling him she could backstab him at anytime. But her smile was so sincere, her words were so honest; she had wrapped him around his little finger and, unfortunately, he knew he would do anything for her.
"Hey," he said as they approached Jack and Greg, still holding Carter's hand and still smiling. He looked over at her and it honestly looked like Carter was glowing.
Jack's face took an immediate smile as she saw them, she seemed to sense that Alex was overjoyed right then as he held this girl's hand. There was something different about this one, she wasn't like his other actual relationships-Keke, Sabina and that one Frenchwoman that was a fashion journalist, Mie Par Amour-she didn't look like a fake. She looked…sincere.
Greg smiled at them both as they came and, unlike the other guys that had seen and met Carter, his eyes didn't linger on her cravingly instead he looked at her like he was another one of Jack's "siblings".
"Finally!" Jack burst, smiling her 100-watt smile as Greg called it, "I thought you guys would never make it! Show's gonna start in like fifteen minutes. Hi," she extended her hand Carter, completely ignoring Alex as he tried to make an introduction, "I'm Jack, Alex's practical sister as I'm sure he's told you."
Carter took her hand and smiled back, "Yes he has! All good things," she nudged him softly, "I'm Carter. Carter Luving."
Jack's smile stayed even when she took back her hand but her face looked confused, you could tell her head was working hard right then.
"Carter…?" she said the syllables like a five year old learning how to read a new word, "That sounds strangely familiar…"
"It is," Alex intervened, his arm on Carter's waist, "Remember a few years back I talked about a friend I'd met, you remember when I went to France for a month…Just before my birthday."
Jack's green eyes went big with understanding, her mouth almost went slack but she suddenly grabbed Carter and pulled her in for a tight hug, exclaiming, "Carter!" she pulled her in and hugged her tightly and Carter hugged back. Jack looked at Alex and mouthed, "I thought she…?"
He gave her look that she recognized as, "We'll discuss it later."
Finally, Jack let go of Carter and when she pulled away she actually saw a moisture build up in the girl's big gray eyes. "It's wonderful to see you, Jack." she told her timidly, taking her hand and squeezing it for a quick second. She hadn't felt a family-like love like that in…well, she'd never felt a family-like love like that ever. Her heart squeezed at the fact that she'd received it right then.
"And this is Greg Harrison, Jack's husband," Alex introduced smiling at Jack as she looked at them then looked away, thinking.
"Hello," Carter said, extending a hand to him, "nice to meet you."
"You as well," he replied to her, "But you know I can't say that I've heard your name come up in any of our conversations. Are you a new friend of Alex's?"
Carter looked at Alex quickly, both of their faces kicking into the spy-mode that was burned into them and saying, "Lie."
"No, we've been friends for a while but I wasn't like some big impact," she told him, still smiling sweetly, "My parents moved to Italy when we officially became friends and we were never in touch."
"How'd you guys meet up again?" Jack asked, sitting down in the chair she'd been at, sipping at the glass of Coke in front of her, her green eyes curious.
They sat down as well, all of their seats angling to where they could see the singer perform whenever the clock hit eight thirty. "I came to London to visit an aunt," she lied to Greg, Alex was surprised how smooth it came out, like if it was actually rehearsed, "And I went to Starbucks and when I saw Alex I thought he looked familiar. But I mean, come on, nine years ago he was a lot younger so I took a chance and asked if he was Alex Rider." she smiled at him and held his hand under the table.
"And what'd you do, Alex?" Greg asked, putting his arm around Jack as she leaned back in her seat to get closer to him.
"Well," Alex looked at Carter the entire time he talked, "when she came up I immediately recognized her," he moved a strand of hair from her face, "you know, I just…just recognized her. Her eyes gave it away. I've never seen anything like them before."
Carter put her head down for a second as she blushed from Alex's comment, laughing nervously at it and then putting her elbow on the table and leaning the side of her head against her palm.
"I guess we just…" she began, her voice fading.
"We just knew." Alex finished, looking at her with an admiration that could be seen across from the room.
That was when Sabina and some guy with her came in, Sabina smiling until she saw Carter. Her lips made some kind of movement that made them flash into an instant straight line, like a metal rod that was once curved bending to the strength of two great arms and turning straight under the pressure.
"Sabina," Jack greeted, obvious to Alex that it was completely fake, "you guys made it. Yay." she smiled widely and waved her hands in false-excitement. Alex saw Greg nudge her side quickly then added himself, "Who's your friend?"
Sabina smiled and sucked in the air through her teeth, holding back her ever growing feeling to smack Jack and turn in Carter. Alex could see it, and he gave her a warning glance that made her smile more sincerely. Well, as sincere as sincere was to Sabina Pleasure.
"This is Kale, Kale Gerard." she had one arm wrapped in his and the other she placed on his chest as she said in his name, her eyes switching from Alex to Carter completely forgetting that Jack and Greg were there too.
"Hello." the brown eyed, light brown-haired young man nodded at them and smiled at them.
Alex leaned back as Sabina introduced everyone else, his arm around Carter. This boy had no idea what he was in for just for coming tonight.
"Carter, right?" he asked, shaking her hand the longest.
"Uh," she glanced at Alex then chuckled, "Yeah. Short for Cassandra. I was a pretty big tomboy when I was younger and I liked it a lot better than Cassandra." he laughed uncomfortably.
"Why do I have the distinct feeling that I know you?"
Carter furrowed her eyebrows somewhat curiously, "Um…not too sure. Haha, I-I've lived in Italy most of my life. You must have me mistaken with someone else I'm sure." she smiled apologetically to him.
"Yeah probably," the man laughed and Alex wanted to punch him right then and there.
He had his arm around Sabina and yet the man was flirting with his girl. Right in front of him. Mother-
"Ladies and gentlemen!" a man announced standing at the front of the stage, holding the mike in his hand as he tried to get the crowd's attention. Very few got the tables in the front, like Alex and his crew, but several hordes of people were massed up in the balcony above them and they were all not in attention's ability. "Ladies…Gentlemen…people!" the man rolled his eyes, but finally the crowd calmed down.
"Thank you," he smiled with relief, "now I'd like to present you with tonight's singer that everyone came to see! John Mayer!"
Carter smiled and snuggled into Alex arm as she clapped, excitement in her eyes as Mayer came out. Alex smiled back and squeezed her, it made him happy just to see her happy.
For the next three hours, John Mayer sat on the stool with his acoustic guitar and sang all of his favorite songs.
Each one a perfect melody for Carter and Alex.
About an hour and a half into the show, Mayer had already cracked his jokes and made his remarks, sending the crowd laughing, especially when he sang, "Walk On the Ocean." But it was this intro to a song that caught Alex's attention the most:
"This is a song about, uh, talking to the person you haven't even met yet. Maybe they're rolling around in the hay with someone else but they're not as good as you'll be," the crowd laughed at that remark, "you just gotta wait your turn." they laughed again, this time Alex and Carter with them, "She's out there, he's out there; they're just learning what to contrast you against." they all clapped as he began strumming his brown guitar and began singing "Love Song for No One." (Actual John Mayer event. I have it and I was like AAH must be in story!)
Alex smiled and looked down at Carter, catching her glance at him and catching the kiss she gave him on the edge of his bottom lip. They had a love song. And it wasn't for "no one".
After that song, almost ironically, he began singing "Assassin". To this Alex and Carter listened intently, but even though-as ironic as the song was-it held the best meaning to it then they could've ever imagined.
("Assassin" by John Mayer)
John Mayer had written the song, placing himself as a heartbreaker-an assassin-he could take your heart and kill it before you'd even notice a thing, and then there wouldn't be a trace about him anymore. He'd vanish. And he was the best at it than a lot of men.
I work in the dead of night
When the roads are quiet and no one is around
To track my moves.
Racing the inner lights
To find the gate is open
She's waiting in her room
I just slip on through
You get in you, get tongue, and then you get gone
You never leave a trace to show your face, you get gone
I should've turned around and left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again.
But he'd met a girl that he was bound to do the same with but instead, when they'd woken up in the morning, he'd realized he hadn't been able to. She'd reversed it on him.
Into the morning light
To find the day is burning
The curtains and the wine
In a little white room.
No, I'm not alone
Her head is heavy on me
She'd sleeping like a child
What could I do?
You get in you, get tongue, and then you get gone
You never leave a trace to show your face, you get gone
I should've turned around and left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again.
Instead of breaking her heart, she was able to break his.
I was a killer was the best they'd ever seen,
I'd steal your heart before you'd ever heard a thing,
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do,
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too
When he began the bridge of the song, "Suddenly I'm in over my head and I can hardly breathe,"-he stopped playing and bent down to his guitar case to pick up a ruby, red rose-"And suddenly I'm floating over her bed and I feel everything"-with his mike in one hand the rose in the other he walked down the steps of the stage, towards the tables-"and suddenly I know exactly what I did but I cannot move a thing"-he walked over to Carter, who was exhaling in surprise and smiling brighter than the sunshine-"and suddenly I know exactly what I done, and what it's gonna mean to me, mean to me. I'm gone!"he handed her the rose, smiling at her then at Alex. Even a total stranger, who'd never heard of the name Alex Rider, who'd never heard of the name Carter Luving, who'd never seen an actual assassin or spy, could tell that this couple in front of him, listening to him, were absolutely in love. It seemed like they lived on Cloud Nine.
Carter beamed brightly at the gift from the mystifying singer, then turned to Alex as the guitar strummed it's final notes. Before she could say anything, Alex touched her cheek softly, cupping it. Gently, sweetly, quietly, his voice like velvet, he told her, "Carter, you're my assassin. I don't know how you did it," he move a strand of hair from her face, "but you did. And I can't say that I regret ever meeting you. Ever. Steal my heart, kill my soul. I love you."
Carter's eyes melted and she completely forgot about the rose light-eyed, dreamy John Mayer had given her, right then she forgot she was at a concert, right then she forgot over 400 people were in this club with them, right then she forgot everything; except for what was in front of her. How could she deserve this? After all she'd done? How on earth did God give her an angel like Alex?
"I love you, Alex Rider." she placed her hand over his and kissed him. Not fiercely, not harshly. Passionately. Quiet passion.
I was a killer was the best they'd ever seen,
I'd steal your heart before you'd ever heard a thing,
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do,
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too.
She's an assassin and…she's an assassin and…she's an assassin and…
She's an assassin and she had a job to do.
Above in the balcony, about thirty feet above Alex, Carter, Jack, Greg, Sabina and Kale there was a woman sitting with her elbows on the railing listening to John Mayer as well as he finished one song and began strumming another, this one she recognized as "Perfectly Lonely".
She twirled a strand of her red hair between her long, thin fingers. Her blue eyes not on Mayer, not on any guy, but rather on the couple below her. A couple that couldn't escape your eye. The girl was unmistakably gorgeous and hot and the guy was severely handsome and hot. They were almost in competition with Mayer's spotlight as they sat there listening to him.
What're you up to, Luving? Roe asked to herself as she saw Carter and Alex kiss, What're you up to?…
Well this was definitely one of my favorite chapters ever to write! I absolutely loved it! Right now I'm kinda going through a John Mayer/Michael Bublé/Colbie Caillat phase and when I heard this song-Assassin-I literally jumped out of my seat and screamed, "This is their song! THIS. IS. THEIR. SONG!" I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Xoxo, Millie :D