Frank Hardy breaks up with Callie only to fall in love with Taylor Westbrooke. The only problem is that she's an Assassin-In-Training.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Hardy Boys series. They are the property of Mr. Dixon.
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Callie Shaw was angry, and in her mind rightfully so. Frank had to break their date at the last second when he and his brother, Joe, had been called away to South America to track down an antique smuggler. Callie was starting to feel as if she would never get to have a 'normal' dating life, and was considering the idea of breaking up with her boyfriend. Walking over to Frank's locker with a 'Dear John' letter in hand, Callie stopped when she saw her boyfriend talking with Chet Morton. 'Just what I need.' Callie mentally grumbled. 'I was hoping to do this and get to Homeroom without seeing him.' She was starting to wonder if it would be better to simply place the note on the windshield of his van. Before she could change her mind, Callie started over and was about to hand him the note when she saw Frank turn to look at her. Shoving the note at him, Callie held her breath and waited. Frank skimmed the note and caught the gist of it. Looking at her for a moment, he nodded, agreeing with her. Callie tried to hide her shock. She had been half hoping that he would try to talk her out of it. Shrugging, she nodded as well, turned and left. Chet eyed the scene and asked, "Do I want to know?"
"Trust me, you don't." Frank closed the locker a little harder than he planned and stormed away. Joe walked up and asked, "Did she do what I think she did?"
"If you think that she just broke up with him, you're right." Chet sighed and added, "I don't think this is a matter of 'Let's wait a few days and then get back together'."
"You know, you're right."
Outside in the school parking lot, Taylor Westbrooke sat in front of her mentor in a black limo. The man smirked and handed her a photo. "These are the brothers. Find a way to get close to either of them. Inform us of what their cases are."
"And if I'm caught?" Taylor asked silently.
"You know better than that." The man's eyes darkened. Taylor nodded, her emerald green eyes seemed to dull. During her training, she had been forced to go days at a time without food if the instructors caught her. The 'punishments' were twice as bad. The man smiled and said, "Then I suggest you be careful and not be caught." Taylor nodded and grabbed her backpack. When she got out of the limo, she mentally became Taylor Westbrooke, the newest student that had transferred from London. No one would know that she was the only child of Al-Rousasa, the Assassin that had killed himself when they had prevented him from killing his target. Taylor had sworn revenge when she had learned of her father's death. Without her mentor knowing it, she had followed Frank for months after, learning all that she could about him. She knew that it wouldn't be troublesome to get him to like her. Now all she had to do was get him to break up with Callie Shaw. 'Wait…why am I worried about her? If needed, I'll simply do what I do best. Take what I want. It's what Father would have wanted.' Taylor was about to walk across the parking lot when she saw her target exit the school. Startled, she rethought her plan and hurried over, "Pardon me, but has school let out already?" Frank stopped and looked at her. Taylor smiled and continued in the false English accent. "My Governess told me that school should have just started."
"It has… I what I mean is that every one is headed to Homeroom."
"And you?"
"Not today."
"I see." Taylor attempted to sound confused, and realized that she was doing a very good job of it. Perhaps because that was how she felt.
"I don't want to trouble you with my problems."
"Maybe you could tell me all about it as you walk me to Homeroom." Taylor smiled, flirting slightly. Frank glanced back at the building and thought for a moment. He then turned back to Taylor. Taking this as a yes, she extended her hand. "I'm Taylor, and I hope that I'll be seeing a lot of you."