"Oh my god Alex you are never going to believe this!" Jack squealed at Alex after shutting off the TV. Alex glared at her.

"What could be so important you had to shut off my show!" Alex said through clenched teeth. Do not kill her; do not kill her, he thought.

"Well sorry, Mr. Grumpy! Anyway, I met a guy. A very hot guy, his name is Yassen Gregorovich and I even got his number. Oh and he is really tall, and has this silvery blonde hair. His eyes were amazing they were an ice blue. And I already had a first kiss with him! He was an amazing kisser! Alex? Alex are you even listening to me?" She said. Alex just stared at her. His mind had stopped functioning at the man's name.

"Jack don't call him. And did he sound Russian? Even the slightest bit." Alex whispered in horror.

"Erm… Yeah about that, I already called him this morning. We have a date tonight. He is coming to pick me up around seven. And now that I think about it he did have a slight accent, but I couldn't place it." Jack said happily still not understanding.

"Jack if he is who I think he is then he is very dangerous so be careful. In fact why don't you carry a knife on yourself. It would help me keep my sanity." Alex pleaded. Jack just rolled her eyes and grudgingly agreed.

"Oh god! It is already five! I need to start getting ready." Jack said glancing at the clock and then sprinting up the stairs. Alex just watched her fear in his eyes. Yassen was dead, wasn't he?


Jack's room.

What do I wear? Something daring, but not slutty. But it cannot be conservative. I know high heel boots, black skinny jeans, and what for a top? Jack thought as she rifled through her closet. She kept throwing shirts on the bed until she stopped, finding a daring and yet not too daring blue shirt that matched her eyes. She grinned this was sure to catch his eye. Finishing her look with some barely visible eye shadow and black mascara. Letting her hair fall loose down her shoulders. In a slightly wavy, but not curly style. She added a hint of lip-gloss. After that she looked in the mirror and was satisfied with what she saw. She grabbed her black Coach handbag and went downstairs to wait for Yassen.


Yassen POV

Yassen pulled the trigger once and as usual, he killed the target instantly. He had never missed and he was never late to anything, but glancing at his watch, he realized he was going to be late if he did not leave now. He swore. He had only an hour to get changed into casual clothes and go pick up Jack. He wondered what he should wear. Jeans of course, maybe a button up shirt left open over a black tee? That sounded okay then he would just pick a random pair of shoes. He nodded. The second he got to his house he quickly dressed and left.

Yassen glanced at his watch as he pulled into the driveway. 6:58 almost perfect timing. He grinned as he thought of Jack. For some reason she had come across him as eccentric. He walked up and knocked on the door. "I got it!" He heard a boy's voice yell. The kid of course how old was he? The door swung open and Yassen Gregorovich found himself face to face with Alex Rider.


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