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CHAPTER 4
Okay, so basically, maybe I shouldn't have left my fingerprints all over the box, the wires, the bomb itself, and even the note. And don't forget the antique key. I mean, seriously. You would sure know it wasn't me, even if my fingerprints were all over those stuffs. Who would even send themselves deadly handmade bombs, you tell me? Because of all this, Jill and Allen, pardon me for not calling them by their professionals, lectured me for a whole 72 minutes and 14 seconds on:
a) Covering the attacker's fingerprints with my own
b) Not calling them when I saw the bomb, even if it had already started ticking
c) Not calling anybody, for that matter
d) Risking my own life, even if in the end I wasn't risking it, I was saving it
e) Throwing the note immediately due to the anger boiling inside of me
f) Trying to act all smart by cutting the wires by playing guesses
g) All of the above, ALL OVER AGAIN
Did I mention everything? Think I did. I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm not so sure if I had mentioned it all because the whole time I was in that grey, square, dark and oddly smelly room, with a cup of herbal tea, as an anger soother, though not working at that moment, they repeated the same sentence and topic over and over again.
Seriously.
Like I'm so nondependent that I need the FBI to protect me 24/7. And like I'm so stupid I don't even know how to shut the bomb off. I read books TOO, Jill. And I had saved my own life before this, for like, four times, without YOUR help, Allan. And throwing the note in the kitchen's yucky and totally smelly dustbin, making Dr. Krantz's "boys" had to dug inside it. Well, I said I was sorry for throwing it inside that specific dustbin. I mean, the note disgusts me so much, at that time anyway, I wanted to throw it in the most disgusting dustbin in the house, so you know, it goes kind of equally, the trash and the dustbin itself, but now I thought the note was just hilariously funny because death threats are suppose to be more, gruesome, you know. They don't just write treasure your last moments. I don't think so, anyway.
As if it was not enough, being lectured for a good 1 hour 12 minutes and 14 seconds by the FBI, poor Rob had to wait for that long before he could see me. But, just saw me. Because once I got out of that room, my mum and dad was hugging and doing the things parents do when they found out their child's not killed or raped at the cornfield. And after that, my mum went all mad. Lecturing and lecturing again. Fortunately, my dad saw Rob and realized that he had been waiting for me for as long as he and my mum had, and so he just said to my mum, " you can do all the lecturing you want on her, Toni, (my mum's name is Antonia) at home but let Rob over there have a moment with her for a while. He had been waiting for Jess for as long as we had. And I don't think he can wait any longer, it's almost dinnertime. I know how Mary (Mrs. Wilkins) is about dinner." My dad knows this fact about Mrs. Wilkins because she works in Joe's, now waitress-only service, before this counter service, until Mastriani's is built and giving my dad some large number of dollar bills anyway, and she will always seemed mad when customers who booked tables for dinner arrived late. Like, not before dinnertime, but DURING dinnertime. You get what I mean.
"Hey."
"Hey back," he replied," so how was the thing with the agents? I assumed a good long lecture, repeating over and over again about the same issue. And how the whole time you were inside there hearing, or I guess, trying to hear them, you were thinking about this guy outside who waited patiently for and hour or so, even made some few conversations with your parents, just to see how you are. To return this big favor he did for you, count in being scolded later by his mum too, for getting home for dinnertime late later, why not give him a great big wet one?" He smirked.
Okay. That was way sexy of him to say it. Especially the way he seemed to know just what I am thinking, even if I'm the psychic one, not him. Also the way he was standing right in front of me, looking all cute and handsome in that Levi's jeans and green t-shirt with the leather jacket he had on. And did I mention that the jeans fitted him perfectly, covering the right places and all? Because heck yeah, it sure does. Instead of giving him a great wet one, plus in the tongue action, I just gave him a 10 second smooch because my parents were right there, inspecting us, but now walking off towards Special Agent Johnson and Special Agent Smith, thank god, and also because knowing Rob, he would do something, like kissing me passionately after this to get what he wanted and deserved.
"Hey, that was unfair. I didn't wait for an hour just to get this," he leaned closer to me," I came here and waited to get this."
He pressed his lips to mine, and hungrily, I kissed him back. As I put my hands behind his neck, his at my waist, and he slid his tongue inside my mouth, I realized how much I missed his kisses and he, himself, especially when we had to cancelled our second date on Monday because my mum said I was grounded on that day because I didn't help dad with the restaurant last weekend. Maybe I had kissed him a little too hungrily, since when we grasp for air, not even caring that we were actually making out right there at the corridor of this secret FBI base building, or rather, Dr. Krantz's secret FBI base, and that my parents and the agents could totally see us if they came back from the conference room, Rob said, "Jesus, Mastriani. I thought you always slid your tongue in slow and calm. What's with the fast get in, tiger?"
That tiger nickname was new. But it sounded cute when he said it, especially when he said it to me.
"Just missed your kisses. Any girl would freak out if they received a box of handmade bomb. The herbal tea didn't help sooth my nerves, but that kiss sure did. Besides, it's not like my parents are he-"
I never got to finish what I wanted to say because Rob cut me short by saying "You like it, tiger? I'll do it again then." And he did.
He fully grabbed me by the waist and pressed his lips on mine, deepening our kiss. My tongue delves deeply into his mouth in a rush, just trying to prove to him that sometimes I come in roughly too. That way of snaking my tongue in just made him kiss me harder. I didn't know how long we just stood there, lip locked, tongues colliding, but I would guess like a few long minutes before Rob slowly slid his tongue back into its proper place and gently biting down my lower lip.
Just a few seconds after we broke apart, the four adults returned. So I had to say goodnight and goodbye to Rob, while leaning closer to give him a peck on the cheek, I whispered, "that kiss was the best yet, do it again someday" and gave him my sexiest smile before walking with my parents towards our car.
The day ended just wonderfully, even if the start of it wasn't great, but I wondered how long it would be like that. Or how many more times Rob will kiss me like that. Or even give me a hickey. Probably when I'm 18. But hopefully not.
Even with an attacker ready to strike again to kill me anytime soon, this Lightning Girl over here just couldn't get her mind of that powerful kiss.
The actual truth: Give me a break to just be like a girl.
CHAPTER 4
Okay, so basically, maybe I shouldn't have left my fingerprints all over the box, the wires, the bomb itself, and even the note. And don't forget the antique key. I mean, seriously. You would sure know it wasn't me, even if my fingerprints were all over those stuffs. Who would even send themselves deadly handmade bombs, you tell me? Because of all this, Jill and Allen, pardon me for not calling them by their professionals, lectured me for a whole 72 minutes and 14 seconds on:
a) Covering the attacker's fingerprints with my own
b) Not calling them when I saw the bomb, even if it had already started ticking
c) Not calling anybody, for that matter
d) Risking my own life, even if in the end I wasn't risking it, I was saving it
e) Throwing the note immediately due to the anger boiling inside of me
f) Trying to act all smart by cutting the wires by playing guesses
g) All of the above, ALL OVER AGAIN
Did I mention everything? Think I did. I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm not so sure if I had mentioned it all because the whole time I was in that grey, square, dark and oddly smelly room, with a cup of herbal tea, as an anger soother, though not working at that moment, they repeated the same sentence and topic over and over again.
Seriously.
Like I'm so nondependent that I need the FBI to protect me 24/7. And like I'm so stupid I don't even know how to shut the bomb off. I read books TOO, Jill. And I had saved my own life before this, for like, four times, without YOUR help, Allan. And throwing the note in the kitchen's yucky and totally smelly dustbin, making Dr. Krantz's "boys" had to dug inside it. Well, I said I was sorry for throwing it inside that specific dustbin. I mean, the note disgusts me so much, at that time anyway, I wanted to throw it in the most disgusting dustbin in the house, so you know, it goes kind of equally, the trash and the dustbin itself, but now I thought the note was just hilariously funny because death threats are suppose to be more, gruesome, you know. They don't just write treasure your last moments. I don't think so, anyway.
As if it was not enough, being lectured for a good 1 hour 12 minutes and 14 seconds by the FBI, poor Rob had to wait for that long before he could see me. But, just saw me. Because once I got out of that room, my mum and dad was hugging and doing the things parents do when they found out their child's not killed or raped at the cornfield. And after that, my mum went all mad. Lecturing and lecturing again. Fortunately, my dad saw Rob and realized that he had been waiting for me for as long as he and my mum had, and so he just said to my mum, " you can do all the lecturing you want on her, Toni, (my mum's name is Antonia) at home but let Rob over there have a moment with her for a while. He had been waiting for Jess for as long as we had. And I don't think he can wait any longer, it's almost dinnertime. I know how Mary (Mrs. Wilkins) is about dinner." My dad knows this fact about Mrs. Wilkins because she works in Joe's, now waitress-only service, before this counter service, until Mastriani's is built and giving my dad some large number of dollar bills anyway, and she will always seemed mad when customers who booked tables for dinner arrived late. Like, not before dinnertime, but DURING dinnertime. You get what I mean.
"Hey."
"Hey back," he replied," so how was the thing with the agents? I assumed a good long lecture, repeating over and over again about the same issue. And how the whole time you were inside there hearing, or I guess, trying to hear them, you were thinking about this guy outside who waited patiently for and hour or so, even made some few conversations with your parents, just to see how you are. To return this big favor he did for you, count in being scolded later by his mum too, for getting home for dinnertime late later, why not give him a great big wet one?" He smirked.
Okay. That was way sexy of him to say it. Especially the way he seemed to know just what I am thinking, even if I'm the psychic one, not him. Also the way he was standing right in front of me, looking all cute and handsome in that Levi's jeans and green t-shirt with the leather jacket he had on. And did I mention that the jeans fitted him perfectly, covering the right places and all? Because heck yeah, it sure does. Instead of giving him a great wet one, plus in the tongue action, I just gave him a 10 second smooch because my parents were right there, inspecting us, but now walking off towards Special Agent Johnson and Special Agent Smith, thank god, and also because knowing Rob, he would do something, like kissing me passionately after this to get what he wanted and deserved.
"Hey, that was unfair. I didn't wait for an hour just to get this," he leaned closer to me," I came here and waited to get this."
He pressed his lips to mine, and hungrily, I kissed him back. As I put my hands behind his neck, his at my waist, and he slid his tongue inside my mouth, I realized how much I missed his kisses and he, himself, especially when we had to cancelled our second date on Monday because my mum said I was grounded on that day because I didn't help dad with the restaurant last weekend. Maybe I had kissed him a little too hungrily, since when we grasp for air, not even caring that we were actually making out right there at the corridor of this secret FBI base building, or rather, Dr. Krantz's secret FBI base, and that my parents and the agents could totally see us if they came back from the conference room, Rob said, "Jesus, Mastriani. I thought you always slid your tongue in slow and calm. What's with the fast get in, tiger?"
That tiger nickname was new. But it sounded cute when he said it, especially when he said it to me.
"Just missed your kisses. Any girl would freak out if they received a box of handmade bomb. The herbal tea didn't help sooth my nerves, but that kiss sure did. Besides, it's not like my parents are he-"
I never got to finish what I wanted to say because Rob cut me short by saying "You like it, tiger? I'll do it again then." And he did.
He fully grabbed me by the waist and pressed his lips on mine, deepening our kiss. My tongue delves deeply into his mouth in a rush, just trying to prove to him that sometimes I come in roughly too. That way of snaking my tongue in just made him kiss me harder. I didn't know how long we just stood there, lip locked, tongues colliding, but I would guess like a few long minutes before Rob slowly slid his tongue back into its proper place and gently biting down my lower lip.
Just a few seconds after we broke apart, the four adults returned. So I had to say goodnight and goodbye to Rob, while leaning closer to give him a peck on the cheek, I whispered, "that kiss was the best yet, do it again someday" and gave him my sexiest smile before walking with my parents towards our car.
The day ended just wonderfully, even if the start of it wasn't great, but I wondered how long it would be like that. Or how many more times Rob will kiss me like that. Or even give me a hickey. Probably when I'm 18. But hopefully not.
Even with an attacker ready to strike again to kill me anytime soon, this Lightning Girl over here just couldn't get her mind of that powerful kiss.
The actual truth: Give me a break to just be like a girl.