Assassin's School

by Yassen Gregorovich Cossack.5

"What do you do best Alex Rider?" with Jack dead, mi6 leaving him alone, Alex tries to go back to a normal lifestyle. But when an organization approaches him about a school he accepts. Mostly because, "who really killed Jack?"

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5: of A.S.

CryystalDreamer; thanks for helping me! And all those who stuck close in my dark days. Also thanks for beta reading

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It was day five of training, and Alex now had several mixed matched classes, due to his variety of skills. That was usually unusual because you had to be in a school more than just a few days and that was why Alex was the spy and the others were the bad guys. But now that wasn't plausible.

As Alex was doing so well, it was inevitable to attract some unwanted attention. There were always the curious glances as he walked down the hall, the silent snickering, and the goading smirks. But most of all was the envious glares. You see, Alex had become quite popular within the school, and it wasn't rare to see people trying to strike up friendly conversation with him. Especially girls, Alex ignored most of them, oblivious to their efforts. But that didn't stop Jack and his brother becoming very envious of him.

While some people tried to make friends with him, other's challenged him, whether to earn his respect, or to embarrass him. Of course Alex never failed to put them to shame, but that just offered more of a challenge. Several boys had shown off, well attempted to, but no matter what challenge arose, the teenage spy would either intentionally or unintentionally, publicly humiliate them.

Only people who didn't noticeably show off or approach him were Francesca Geregori, Eliaveta ( A/N: announced as: Eel-vee-ta)Parker and Vincent Parker.

Alex had first, fourth, and seventh block with the newbies, and the rest was either with the navy-blue, the red/white, or one of the other higher years. Alex rather enjoyed these classes because the other pupils feared him enough not to bother him. Maybe it was the way he would throw 6 knives into the dummy's heart without blinking, or perhaps his steady, calculating gaze. The gaze that would send the instructors squirming under the pressure as though he was seeing right through them, It was one of the very few things he was grateful to acquire through his hard months of espionage.

A/N: okay as you guys know I have not been updating since my mother died I hope this was good and yes Yassen won't come in for a few more chapters and again I am sorry for the shortness!