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"This is Adrienne." Jason said through clenched teeth. He only turned his head to address her, but then turned back around.
"Oh so your Marcus's kid." the girl scoffed, following us as we went through the line. Marcus, being my father. Only a select few knew his name, and I wanted to know how the fuck she did.
"Fuck off." James muttered, grabbing an extra soda and placing it on my plate. He had just stopped me from spinning around and knocking her out. I needed to keep my cool.
"So what's a pampered bitch like you do doing here?" I ignored her, it was easy now that I had cooled down. I was used to ignoring the hate, like the hate I got for being the best student. Getting good grades. Being a loner. Having no life.
"That's enough Krystal!" Jason snapped, spinning around fully. I could feel the radiation from the intense glare he was giving her. The cafeteria fell silent, everyone watching the scene.
"Can't fight your own battles?" She spat as I followed James to a table.
I stopped and looked at her. She had bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, and she would be pretty, if her nasty personality didn't muck it up. "I choose my battles wisely." I said, looking straight at her, lunch tray held tightly to my stomach. "I'd rather not waste time on a useless cause… like yourself." I gave her a smile and caught up with James as he sat down. I sat down across from his and popped my soda, guzzling down a huge gulp.
"Nice play on words." James commented chewing on his sandwich.
I smiled, "Thanks." I unwrapped my own sandwich, "Where's Jason?"
James looked over to where we had just come from, I followed his gaze and noticed that Jason was in Krystal's face. He was pissed. His mouth opened wide to let the string of curse words flow freely, a vein bulging from his neck. His hands wrapped tight around his food tray, so much his knuckles where white.
"Jason…" I called as quietly as possible. He froze mid curse and turned his head to look at me, 'please stop' I mouthed. He yelled a few more things at Krystal and walked towards me and James. She must have made some comment because Jason held his middle finger up at her as he sat down beside me. "You didn't hav-"
"She's a bitch. Always has been. It wasn't only for you."
"Oh…" I muttered looking down, that kinda hurt. "Well thanks anyway."
"Mhm." he dug into his lunch. While I sat there playing with my Jell-O in a cup.

"Please don't tell me that the other girl is like her." I whispered while walking back to the room with Jason, James in tow going to his own.
"She hangs out with her." Jason said, digging out his keys.
"But… not like her right?"
"She can be."
"Great."
"Aye, don't let these shallow whores get to you." James commented from behind, I turned and smiled at him. He always seemed to make things better.
"7 o'clock." Jason stated to James, doing that weird guy handshake when we reached our rooms.
"Sharp." he nodded, "Night Adrienne." James smiled at me.
"Night James." I smiled back and followed Jason into our room. "I'm going to take a shower." I stated as I searched fro my pajama's. Jason plopped down on the bed, pulling out a hidden Xbox controller. Is this all he does?
I sighed and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was just as white as the bedroom, it had a wall length counter with couple's sinks. Next to that was a toilet, and across from the toilet was a huge shower. A frosted glass sliding door was the bathroom door. And to my dismay, there was no lock.
I quickly showered and threw on my clothes. After I was done with my nightly routine, I groggily walked to the bed. The less than 4 hours of sleep and intense training finally catching up to me. I moaned as laid down and buried myself under the covers, they were so soft.
"Comfy?" Jason chuckled beside me, his Xbox controller clicking away with his thumbs.
"Mhm." I flipped over and watched him play Xbox, eventually falling asleep.

I awoken with a start the next morning, "Turn off that damn alarm clock." Jason muttered beside me into his pillow.
"It's your alarm clock." I replied, flipping on my side. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. Half of his face covered by his pillow, his hair all over the place. Somehow, his eye that I could see seemed brighter and it made me catch my breath. "Creeper." I whispered, closing my eyes and settling back into the bed. I felt the bed shift and the alarm clock shut off.
He shuffled around the room, into his office room, and then shuffled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The sound of the shower made me fall back asleep.
"Be back before 9, be ready for breakfast." Jason said, leaning on his side of the bed towards me. I opened my eyes to see him fully dressed in jeans and a white button up shirt.
"Mm." I muttered. He laughed lightly and walked out of the room.
Since when is he being so… nice? I took it with open arms, without even noticing until now. Was I beginning to… like this kid? No! Of course not. This is just business. Simply me trying to save my own ass. There was no way in hell I was developing feelings for Jason McCann….right?
I jumped up, not letting the butterflies in my stomach get to me. I grabbed some jeans, a plaid shirt, and a cami to wear under it. I dug for my hair supplies, and headed for the bathroom. I through on my clothes and fixed my hair to give it natural waves. I flat ironed my bangs so they'd hang in my face as well as put on some eyeliner and mascara.
I sprawled across the bed and searched for the remote, after finding it at the end of the bed, I flipped it on. I scrolled through the channels until I found an old movie. I watched for a minute before I shut the TV off, suddenly not interested in it. I sat up and found myself wandering to Jason's office. I walked around, looking at things, grimacing at the half-naked posters, and shifting through his Xbox games.
"Spying on me?"
I jumped and the Xbox cases that I held flew everywhere. I glared at him, "No. I was just looking around."
"Snooping." he nodded pulling out his desk chair, and setting in it. He pulled up his computer, documents and webpage's automatically filling the screen. My facebook being one of them.
"And you think I'm the one snooping!" I seethed, dropping the Xbox cases I had managed to pick up.
He shrugged, "Background information."
"Like what my favorite music is?" I firmly put my hand on the desk beside his that was controlling the mouse, my other across the back of his chair. He tensed up for a second, but relaxed nonetheless, I scrunched my nose up, "I'm a such a dork."
He let out a small laugh, "How?"
"Who quotes the Hangover as their favorite quotes?"
"Obviously you." I glared at his facial profile, and leaned against the open desk beside him.
"Do you have a facebook?"
"I'm barely allowed to have my blackberry."
"Why?" I raised my eyebrow.
"To much baggage, things can be traced. Unless you work for your fathers agency."
"Huh?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Billings, or who you probably call 'Boss', owns his own cell phone company. Exclusive to only agents. He gets away with it by also selling phones to government agents. The president's phone is under his company."
"So, the government would never look into him, or what exactly he was saying or texting over the phone." I nodded, it all clicking.
"Or anyone else who had the same service," he nodded, closing my facebook, "The government is under the impression that only FBI and such have his phones."
"But I have an iPhone?"
"Billings has connections, whether it be with some mass murderer in Europe, or the owner of Apple."
"Damn." I shook my head, "Why doesn't Alec have that?"
"Billings is worldwide, he has agents all over the place. Alec only has connections to a sister crew up in Chicago."
I nodded, "Would you ever join my fathers agency?"
Jason creased his eyebrow in thought, "Depended on the time and place. And only the time and place."
"Why's that?" he didn't answer. He scrolled through a couple of documents that read like gibberish to me, closed them, and then looked up at me expectantly. "What?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
He looked at me for a couple of more moments, his face blank with thought, "Kaleen, Kaleen Marie Anders. That's the girl who I wanted to be my girlfriend."
I smiled at him, "Well then, ask her!"
He laughed and shook his head, "I don't know where she is now."
"I bet you could find her, your Jason!" I gently pushed his shoulder, "When did you meet her?"
"Back before everything happened," before he was 'killed', "she kept me sane those years, or as sane as possible." He sat back and rested his head against the chair, "She was beautiful, God she was beautiful. I never understood why she wanted to be around me. I wasn't anything special." And you call me oblivious? I thought, "Bluest eyes in the world, nothing compared to them. She changed her hair color every month, so I'm not entirely sure what he natural color was. But I'm sure it was just as beautiful." His face was plastered with a smile, and I could tell by the look in his eyes he was reminiscing in memories. "She was perfect in everyway, her laugh, her smile, her voice…it was all like a drug to me. I craved her. But I knew she didn't think the same of me. Her family thought I was obsessed with her, I was always around." he gave a little laugh, "He father hated me. Every time I came around, he'd glare and tell me to go to hell, or get out of his damn house. I took it with open arms though, nothing was going to take my Kales away from me. " He stopped, got up just before the breakfast bell rang, and he left the room. I knew that was as much as I would get out of him, or at least about Kaleen.

I was the last in line for breakfast, Jason and James already seated. I grabbed a muffin and an orange juice. I took my seat next to Jason, James smiled at me.
"Jamie!" I cooed.
Jason laughed, "So your all buddy with him until you train, and that's when you kick the shit out of him?"
"Pretty much." James and I said in unison. Jason laughed and started to talk to James about their mission.
"So where are you guys going?"
"New York-"
"Hong Kong-"
I opened my mouth to give a smartass remark, but was cut off, "Kane. McCann. Bray. To the Library. Kane. McCann. Bray. Immediately." said a booming voice over the intercom, causing the room to silence. Everyone's eyes switched to us.
"Who's Bray?"
"Your looking at him." James smirked standing up. I followed them out.
"What's going on?" I asked, scurrying to keep up. They shrugged and took a sharp turn to the left. "Hello?" I yelled, basically running down the hall.
"Keep up." Jason snapped. I rolled my eyes, and quickened my pace.
When we reached the library, I was out of the breathe, and the boys looked ready to kill someone. "Stay here." James mumbled, slightly opening the door and sliding in. Jason followed suit.
"Ja-"
"I'll be right back." he said his eyes soft, he shut the door.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked the door and ran my fingers through my hair. I stood there a couple of minutes, but curiosity took over. I pressed my ear to the door.
"Either you give her back, or I'll kill all of you." my fathers booming voice demanded.
"Fuck off." Jason said, acid dripping from his voice. I backed away from the door. My father was here… in this building? Do I run? Hide? I was about to do both when the door opened.
"Play along." Jason whispered. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. He pushed me into the library, and just when I was about to cuss him out, I seen my father on a huge screen. I froze. "Keep Walking!" Jason yelled, and pushed me, the whimper that came out was real. James looked up at me with apologetic eyes, before they hardened and glared at me. I shivered in fear. I knew this was all a façade, but damn they where good at it.
"When we have something that is valuable to you," Alec's voice boomed, his voice was intimidating. I never noticed until now, "we're the ones who call the shots."
"Adrienne." My father scolded, "I knew you where incapable of this! Your useless!"
My eyes weld up, "Well then why don't you just kill me like you killed my mother!"
He scoffed, "I didn't kill your mother. She killed herself."
I felt my knees weakened, tears flowing now, "No. No. She wouldn't leave me! She…she cared about me! I know she did!"
He rolled his eyes, "When we will exchange?"
"Who said anything about an exchange?" Alec laughed, leaning against a table and crossing his arms.
"Tonight at 11... You give me my daughter, and I'll return what is yours." My father glanced at me once more, he narrowed his eyes and the screen went black.
Jason rubbed my wrists before letting me go. His grip had gotten tighter and I never noticed until I felt the throbbing.
"I'm sorry." James rushed over and pulled me into a hug. I gently cried into his shoulder, the smell of his cologne taking me over and numbing me.
"What do he mean by returning what is yours?" someone spoke, breaking the silence. I pulled away from James and gained my composure. I wasn't going to let him break me like that. I will never cry because of him again.
"He has my daughter." Alec spoke solemnly. Several gasp could be heard, I felt my eyes welling up again. How could he do this to Alec? Alec is a good man, much better then my father. "He took her when she had just turn one, she should be six right now."
"How come you haven't sent us to get her back?" Jason was angry.
Alec gave him a halfhearted smile, "It would've done no good." he shook his head, "I'll see her when the time is right."
"We'll get her back Alec." I spoke, everyone eyes turned towards me, burning holes into my skin, "If it's the last thing I do. I'll get your daughter back." I stood strong, knowing that I would have to bring down my father to get her back, it was the only way.

It was about damn time I stood up to the devil I once named my father.