So I've had more written I just never posted it :P hope you like it! [Once again: I do not own Jason nor Justin Bieber or any of the characters that are unfamiliar.]

I reread the note several times, hoping there was some way I was reading it wrong. But the message never changed:
Kill Jason McCann.
Why him? I just met the kid! How was he involved in all of this? And I just can't kill someone! My dad said I had a choice…and I was hoping the 'Agent' choice didn't involve murder. I again, didn't no what to do.
"WHAT?" my father yelled into the receiver after only one ring.
"I need info on Jason McCann." I said dryly.
"I see you've read the note."
"You knew about this!" I yelled, grabbing the package up and walking out of the bathroom. I set it on my bed and glared at the 'gift' inside.
"It's part of your initiation." he said simply.
"I met him today."
"You came in contact with Jason?" he sounded genuinely concerned.
I rubbed my neck and sat down beside the package, "You could call it that."
"What did you do?" he sighed.
"Kneed him in the balls and kicked his side."
"Adrienne!" he scolded, "this is not good! Jason has a quirk for revenge."
"What?" I screeched.
"He's bomber. I'll be surprised if hasn't set up something for you right now." I was terrified now. The kid was going to blow me up.
"What do I do?"
"Kill him before he kills you." he hung up. If only it was that simple.

An idea sprung into my head while I forcing down a frozen pizza. It was probably a stupid idea, and dangerous at that, but maybe it could get me back to Harvard.
"I need Jason McCann's home address." I told the man who would give any information I needed to know. His number was on the back of the note. I don't what his name is, or who he is. He gave me the information, and I got ready for what could possibly be my death.
I threw on my black jacket over my skinny jeans, black plaid shirt, and black tank. The bottom of my skinny jeans tucked into my high top black converse. All in all, I looked like a badass Mo-Fo. I took the gun out of the package, placed it in my jacket pocket, and headed out.

"64...66...68...70." I stopped outside of a run-down house. I took in a deep breath and just sat there, staring at the house. The only light on was in a room on the second floor, most likely Jason's room. My stomach started to flip thinking of him. I didn't know how I could do this. I don't have the guts, or rather balls to go through with this. Yet here I was, sitting outside the kids house like a creepy pedophile, staring up at his window. "Either now, or never."
I stepped out the car, quietly shut the door, and walked up to the house. I stared at the door a little longer than an average person would. I knocked on the door, and my stomach dropped. Just as I was about to back out, the door opened.
"Can I help you?" said a man, he was in his pajamas and I had obviously woken him up.
"Does a Jason McCann live here?" I asked in a small voice. The man kinda scared me. He looked at me for a second before shutting the door. I took a deep breath, maybe the guy gave me the wrong address? Maybe I wouldn't have to go through with this. I couldn't help but smile as I spun on my heel to walk away.
"What the fuck do you want?"
I froze in place. Any smile that was on my face before was gone. I spun back around to see Jason in pajama pants, shirtless, with a bandage wrapped around his torso and ribs. Did I do that?
"Yeah." he answered my unsaid question, "You broke one of my ribs. Now, What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?" his glare made me want to crawl under a rock.
"To talk." I said, placing my hands in my pockets and saying a silent prayer.
"About?"
I just looked in eyes, wondering if he had a girlfriend. If he was in love with someone. This thought saddened me for some reason. I wrapped my hand around the cold metal of the gun. I could feel my heart beat faster as I pulled out the gun. His eyes widened as he watched me point the gun at his chest. "This." I replied to his question, and slowly walked toward him. He backed up as I got closer, soon we where both in his house, and I shut the door behind me. His eyes went back and forth between me and the gun. He was thinking if I was really going to pull the trigger, how he could get away. Little did he know… the gun wasn't even loaded.
I gave him smile, and his look became even more terrified. I pulled the trigger, and the sound of an empty cartridge sliced the silence. He looked up at me with wide eyes. I looked back at him and spun the gun around to where the muzzle was facing the ground, and the grip was pointed at him.
"I was ordered to kill you." I spoke simply before re-placing the gun in my pocket. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. His face still shocked. I gave out a small laugh, "You didn't think I was really going to kill you, right?"
He gave me a bewildered look, "Sure as hell did a second ago."
I laughed, "Do I look like a killer?"
"Like father like daughter right?"
I gave him a cold glare. Bitch I have a loaded cartridge in my other pocket, don't test me.
"Fortunately. I don't want to be like him."
He raised an eyebrow at me, "And what does this have to do with me?"
"Either you help me get out of this, or I kill you." I shrugged. Since when did I become so confident?
He smiled at me and started to walk closer to me, "What makes you think I will help you?"
"I'll kill you."
"I don't believe it." He was in my face now, piercing me with his eyes. I stood my ground though.
"Try me."
"What makes you think that you can order me around?"
I took a step back, "I know a lot about you McCann." I started to walk around him while he stood there with his hands in his pajama pockets. "I know that you and your brother, Alex, were raised in orphanages." I met his eyes and I noticed the right one slightly twitched. I had hit a nerve. "Both of you where adopted by Ralph. Who I assume answered the door?" he shook his head no. "Ah okay but Ralph wasn't exactly to happy with the government, was he?" Jason glared. "Oh babe, I'm not judging. Your beliefs are your beliefs." He only nodded, "He was arrested for driving without a license. And that pissed you and Alex off." he didn't reply, "Eventually, you bombed a cops funeral. They bring you in, you claim not guilty. In the end, Alex is killed." He was trying to hold back his emotions, he was shaking. "You set another bomb…blah blah blah, they drop the case. You were adopted by a Paul Huxby… was that the man who answered the door?" He nodded. "Once again, you plant bombs… and supposedly… died with several gunshots to the chest." I raised an eyebrow at him. He only shrugged.
I gave him a smile and stepped up to him just like he did to me, "I don't care how you survived that hail of bullets. All I care about is if your going to help me or not." I took a step back, "Besides, I'm sure those investigators wouldn't be to happy to find out that your actually alive." He narrowed his eyes at me in thought.
He was about to open his mouth to answer, but I cut him off. "Give me your answer tomorrow… See you at school, McCann." I gave him one last taunting smile before shutting the door.

"This is how it's gonna go down:" Jason said after slamming my locker door in my face, "I don't know you, you don't know me. You don't talk to me, talk about me, or event think about me during school." His eyes where intense, I knew that he wasn't playing around. I nodded before he continued, "But you have to meet my crew first." he stepped back, and placed his hands in his front pockets. He has on white skinny jeans, black Supras, and a black and white plaid shirt. I noticed a silver dog-tag hanging around his neck.
"Oh and this," my eyes snapped back to reality and he was motioning between us, "Is nothing but casual business. After all this through, I considered you nonexistent."
I narrowed my eyes, "Who is 'your crew'?" I asked putting up air quotes. He gave me a smirk and walked away. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

The day went by fast, only because I was dreading last period. The only period I had with Jason. Would he really go through with not even noticing me? Is it weird that I felt, popular for knowing someone so good looking and with such a status as Jason? The only thing stopping us from our ultimate deaths where each other. How can anyone else in this school compare to such an intimate level? The high school popularity pyramid made no sense to me. It never has, and probably never will.
I didn't exactly know what to expect when Jason walked in. Maybe a slight nod only I would notice? Or maybe a sideways glance?
I fidgeted in my seat as I counted down the seconds to the late bell. Waiting for McCann to arrive to Biology. I couldn't tell you how many times I glanced up at the clock, but the last time I did, my eyes landed on Jason. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I almost smiled. But then I noticed a blonde holding onto his elbow. Kayla Schmidt, the most popular girl at school. I leaned back in my chair defeated. I had hoped for something. A little eye twitch would have appeased me at the this point. But sadly, I saw this coming in the back of my mind.
Jason was a girls wet dream. He had the looks mixed with a bad boy attitude. Every fiber of him screamed attractive, and Kayla was what most boys looked for. She was flawless, and had every guy at this damn school under her belt. Now, including Jason. I will never understand the weird power she has over boys.
"McCann, take a seat." our Biology teacher ordered, "Get to class Kayla." she ordered while holding the door open for the bimbo blonde. Kayla left with a sad face, leaving Jason with a cocky attitude, and me feeling quite worthless.