Okay, here's Ch.3^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Wanted. I only own Melissa McCollin.

The Rise of the New Fraternity

Have you ever had a dream from the night before and then you are living it the next day? That type of thing is happening to me right now.

At work, I'd seem to be in a very awkward, but pleasant mood.

" Hey babe, what are you doing?" Ivan had asked Melissa. "Oh...hey Ivan,"she said with enthusiasm. "I'm just looking some stuff up on the Internet."

"Wow, you seem to be in a good mood. Maybe I can use that to my advantage for tonight."Ivan declared. "What's that suppose to mean." Melissa questioned him. "Oh come on Mel, I know you're all committed and all of that. But can you save all that just this once?"

Melissa made a face. "Thank you babe! You will never regret it," he said while kissing her on the cheek.

I can't believe I fell in love with a complete air head (An asshole in my book). I'll make sure that he won't touch me and cause me to have an STD.

While on the Internet, I clicked on the site that says, 'How to be an Assassin.'

"Goddamn it, McCollin! Where the fuck are those designs?!" Mr. Flanagan shouted.

I started to have one of my panic attacks again.

" I gave you one simple assignment and you're about to miss the fuckin' deadline! What the fuck is this?" He looked at her computer. "'How to be an Assassin?' What is this bullshit?"

Now was the perfect time to tell that faggot.

"Shut the fuck up!" Melissa shouted.

Everyone in the office started staring at me.

Melissa quickly gotten out of her chair, "He thinks that he could trat us like dogs and can say shit to us whenever he pleases." She had then confronted Mr. Flanagan. "We all know that you were put to shame by me in that 10th grade kickboxing tournament. You couldn't accept that fact and now you turn to donuts."

" We know we laughed at you and humiliated you, and that was not right. But that doesn't give you the right to treat us like dogshit. If you weren't such a prick, we will all feel sorry for you. And for the record, your artwork is garbage. So...do us all a favor...go suck your dick."

Mr. Flanagan's jaw dropped. Everybody was stunned.

Melissa started to walk away, but grabbed the empty coffee pot along the way. "That was freakin' awesome! You're amazing, baby!" Ivan exclaimed. At the very moment, Melissa smashed the coffee pot against Ivan's head. "Asshole!" Melissa had said to Ivan before she walked out.

I felt so awesome! It felt like the inner me was asleep for many years. Once I've gotten out of that damn office, to my surprise, Wesley was leaning against his car.

"So...you've finally accepted the fact you're an assassin," Wesley smirked. "Yeah, I'm willing to avenge my father." Melissa said. "You know, you're going to be the first member of the new fraternity that I'm creating," Wesley told Melissa. "Alright, I'm going to do whatever it takes to become an assassin."

Wesley had then opened the passenger door for me.

"Welcome to Hell." Wesley said, having a wide smile on his face.