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"Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .""
— C.S. Lewis

Everything seems a lot easier with Malia next to her. She doesn't have to walk alone, shift classrooms alone, or sit on her own. Ignoring the fact that they just met and that Jolene wanted to stab the poor girl with her pocket knife, both girls get along very well. If feels like they know each other longer than a day and they can talk about anything: what they love to do in their free time, who's their favorite actor, or even gossip about other girls in class. Jolene asked about Stiles too. But Malia couldn't tell her a lot about him since they became friends recently. But there was something about the way she talked about him that made Jolene jealous. She wanted to have something like that – a crush, love of her life, or just a friend.
The most important thing they shared was a past they both wished to forget. Just as Jolene, Mala had a dark past she wants to leave behind. Only information she managed to give to Jolene was that her sister and mother died in a car accident about eight years ago. Feeling sorry about that, Jolene also re-told her story. Of course, she left few pieces out.

It happened years ago, Jolene just started her first year at school and became the happiest person in the world because her father came back from Iraq.
That night they celebrated not only his return but also her sister's birthday. Tatiana was five. After her whole family spent a long and exhausting day in ZOO, Jolene and Tatiana rushed upstairs to unwrap the rest of birthday gifts.
Her little sister reached for last one, the one that Jolene bought to her when she went shopping with mom. It was a doll wearing flower dress, and it was the one Tatiana wanted the most. She can still remember hers bright, beautiful smile after she unwrapped the doll.
That happiness didn't last long, though. A grievous scream full of terror traveled from the kitchen. Their mother, afraid for the life of her children, begged for mercy.
Little girl started crying and miserably shaking, while the older one was too terrified to even breath. Her hand reached for her sister's and squeezed it the hardest she could. "We'll be okay, I promise. Just be brave." She repeated, over and over again until someone finally opened the door. Hope of seeing her mother again filled her, but soon disappeared after someone… something stepped inside the room.

Jolene doesn't believe her own memories because she experienced something traumatic, and well, there's a possibility her mind only played games with her and created something more awful and terrifying than what actually happened that night.

"I watched him stabbing my sister," she lied. She watched him ripping her apart, piece by piece until nothing left of her. After he tore her apart, the monster turned to face Jolene. Just she couldn't see his face. It had no face, just a mask made from animal skull.
Malia opened her mouth to say something, but just stared at her with eyes popped open. Malia wanted to express how much she is sorry for her loss, tell her that she's okay now. But she is not. Neither of them is because both of them survived something terrible, awful and beyond human imagination.

Before either girl managed to say something more, a tall, brown haired boy joined them. Stiles was different now, without a smile on his face and lightness dancing in his brown eyes. The boy looked tired and drained out. As she observed him, feeling like she should say something, Malia reached for his hand into hers. If only I wasn't who I am, Jolene thought.
The silence was slowly driving her crazy. Like she sensed that terrible, depressing vibe between the three teenagers a red haired girl walked toward the table and took a seat next to Jolene. "I'm Lydia, and you are?" She introduced herself to a new girl. For a moment, Jolene just stared at the girl not knowing what to do. By her appearance, she figured out Lydia must be one of the most popular girls in Beacon Hills. Red haired girl repeated her question and this time, Jolene answered. "Jolene, my name's Jolene."
Lydia nodded approvingly, and then turned her attention back to Malia to ask her how her first day is so far. Girls continued their conversation, occasionally asking Jolene questions. She answered all of them shyly, hoping Lydia will stop asking her about what she thinks about other girls' dresses. But girl seemed persistent to know her opinion. " Lydia, stop bothering her. I doubt she's interested in Mia's fashion choice." Another two students joined them - black haired boy with obviously uneven jaw and Asian girl holding his hand. They looked really cute together.
"But look at it!" Lydia said loudly, attracting the attention on awkward, blond haired girl with big glasses. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a black mini skirt that exposed almost everything. It's clearly a geek girl that wants to pull attention to herself, and Jolene felt sorry for her. She could be noticed for her brain, not bad fashion choice. "Skirt's good, just not on her." Jolene said. Lydia was right, because girl, whose name is obviously Mia, looked like potato in a summer dress.
Lydia raised her hands and laughed. "You'd look good in it," Stiles added out of blue.
Jolene could feel her cheeks turning red. She had no idea how to respond on that, so she just smiled. And it was a true smile, because she appreciated it – Stiles wasn't making fun of her, just telling his opinion.
Turning her attention to a pair that recently joined them, she offered her hand to a girl ,,Jolene," Asian girl named Kira shook her and.
"Scott McCall." A boy repeated her actions, giving her a generous smile, brighter than any she has ever seen.
Jolene repeated stupidly, "McCall?" Her stomach flipped as he nodded.
Scott was just a normal teenager, what could he possibly do to her on Fredric's list? But there had to be a reason. Boy stared at her with his dark, almost black eyes. But they had tone of kindness, they weren't wicked.

Jolene broke the eye contact with her target, afraid to look at him one more time because she may puke. This was wrong, she's not supposed to be sitting at this table, between this people. She should leave right now.
Her eyes finally fell on Malia, a girl who spilled coffee on her and listened about her sister's death… a girl who shared similar feeling of guilt and loss with her. She actually hoped they could be friends.

Lydia, strawberry blond girl who managed to make Jolene like her just in few minutes.

And Stiles… one look was enough to connect her with him. Mysterious boy with honey brown eyes shared a look with her. She doesn't even know him, they met this morning, but he made her feel strange. It's stupid to even think about him in any way. He is her target, she's supposed to kill him.
But then the boy smiled, panic slowly faded away and was replaced by something else… something Jolene never felt before, it was warmth around her chest.

Behind her, doors slammed shut. She reached the bathroom to wash her face. Cold water splashed her face, waking her up from her terrible thoughts. During lunch she managed to stay sane, and keep her head clean. Stiles helped her with his jokes and interesting stories. He told her a lot about himself; how his parents had a lot of trouble keeping him on one place because he was always so hyperactive and couldn't sit on one place. He told her he met Scott, who is his best friend. At that topic Jolene didn't have much to say, so she told him about D. instead. Stiles also mentioned how he had strongest crush on Lydia. Which felt awkward because she sat right there beside them. Hearing him talk was cute and relaxing. She could almost forget who she really is. He asked questions too, but not like Lydia, he was more interested in her life than what she thinks about fashion. Jolene, leaving out the assassin detail, told him everything he wanted to know. Stiles was fascinated at her story, they shared memories and laughed at stupid things they did as kids. Scott mentioned that they went looking for a dead body one night in the woods. Because Stiles was caught by his dad, the Sheriff, Scott was left alone in the woods. In the end, he found the body, and had nightmares for a month. Jolene listened to both of the boys, in some parts they argued if that really happened, and she was happy. She felt normal for a moment and almost forgot that they are not her friends, but targets.
Conversation continued during other breaks, they would meet up in the hallway and joke around. Even during classes, Malia and Jolene laughed and talked until one of the teacher threatened to send them to principal's office. They would shut up then, because neither of them wanted more problems than they already had, but they continued sending notes to each other about how boring the classes are.

That is how it felt to be a normal teenager, Jolene thought. She was actually happy until last bell rang. As it rang, Jolene came back to reality, facing her problems.

"I'm not going to kill them." Finally, Fredric answered his phone. Without any hesitation she said those six words. If he wants them dead and the job done, he should find someone else to do it. Because she can't do it.

"Yes. You are." His voice stayed calm. She expected he's yell at her, tell her how disappointed he is and that she is useless, but man on the other line continued, "Or we will kill you."
Sentence echoed inside Jolene's head. It wasn't that he said it, threatened her to kill her that bothered her. She didn't care about his words, she barely stands the man. It was the way he said it, that calm tone mixed with German accent made her shiver.

How stupid she was to even thing she had a choice? Typical Jolene.

"At least tell me why," she begged. Without reason, and a good one, she doesn't know if she will be strong enough to pull the trigger.
She had to know why they had to die.
"Do the job. Kill them all. You know what will happen if you choose the wrong path."

That night she made the wrong choice, when a man murdered her family and asked her one simple question. Life or death?
Every morning she doubted her decision. She choosed to live, and now she has to take lives to stay alive. "Give me all names. I don't know how many are there."

A wicked laugh escaped Fredric's mouth. He enjoyed being right. "Hale. Tate. Yukimura. McCall. Stilinski. And Keep the Martin girl alive, she's worth a lot of money. We need her."