The Endgame

Chapter 2

He looks at me and smiles, "You should really watch where you walk," he chuckles. His smile was as crooked as his demeanor. I don't think I could ever trust someone like him.

"Pedestrians have the right of way in this country. Perhaps you need to plan better, since you were obviously running behind," I said as I narrowed my eyes at him. My glare seems to have no effect on him as his smirk settles on his face. I feel my face pull into a sneer as nothing but pure disdain fills me. He puts his arms up in defeat and exclaims,

"Okay, I confess! I'm an inconsiderate asshole with no regard to anyone but myself!!" Everyone stares at them and the professor lets out a loud sigh.

"Mister McKay, if you are quite done, we will continue with the lesson," the professor says in an exacerbated tone.

"Oh please, by all means," he replies with the same crooked grin. I rolled my eyes. How can he be so carefree and arrogant? At least he will be an easy target, not a hint of regret to make me hesitate. Though I never did, I knew my job. In fact, it was all I knew. I can't remember much of my life before the Sisters. Anytime I do try to remember, all there are is blurred faces and mumbled voices.

I get lost in my thoughts once again as the professor drones on about the syllabus.

I had already received all my syllabi prior to my arrival to allow me to focus on my target, so it was unnecessary for me to pay attention for almost the first week. Throughout the class, I find myself glancing at my target. His hair truly does look like spun honey. I wondered what his life was like, now that it was about to end. He steals a look at me and I pretend not to notice. Then he stares at me too long, way too long,

"Okay, if you are going to ogle me, then you should at least get me coffee," I state in a cool, even tone with just a hint of playfulness.

"You want me to get you coffee? Pretty bold for someone who made me late for class," he says with the crooked smile that must get him whatever he wants.

"Pretty bold for someone who almost committed vehicular manslaughter," I smirk as I play coy. His smile widens, and he rubs his chin as if contemplating his next move.

"Touché, my fiery partner. Coffee, you shall have. But none of that premade crap on campus. You come back to my place and I make you a proper cup of coffee." Game. Set. Match. He is making it so easy for me to get intel on him. A VIP ticket for information.

"You're on," I whisper with a sly smile.

"Meet me at my car in the parking lot when you're done for the day." He smiles, shakes out his hair and turns his attention back to the professor. Chemistry slowly passes, as does philosophy and history. I make sure my glasses are charged so I can record our conversation. I don't need glasses but I figured if I could get outfitted with a pair of recording glasses it would make my job a thousand times easier.

I click them on as I walk to the parking lot. After scanning up and down the rows, I am at a loss to find the play boy's car. I finally give up and start walking back to my dorm when I hear a roar of an engine and, just like magic, the play boy's car appears. He rolls down his window and flashes me that million dollar smile.

"It makes sense that you would come to the commoners parking lot. You couldn't pay me to put my car in there to get all scratched up." I rolled my eyes. Of course, he has VIP parking. I make my way over to the passenger side but just as I reach for the door he shouts,

"Wait!" I snatch my hand back and watch wide-eyed as he comes around and opens my door for me. I started to laugh at the ridiculousness of his outburst.

"So almost running me over with a car is fair game, but heaven forbid I open a door for myself. Is that right?" I asked half jokingly over my shoulder as I slid into the car. I must admit. His luxury seats are... luxurious. Oh my god, the AC is perfect! I lift my hat to let the cool air over my heated head.

"I see we aren't letting that go anytime soon," he replies as he slides into his seat. He flips his hair and looks at me. I have to admit, he is quite handsome and dreamy. But as a Sister, we aren't allowed to have dreams of our own. Let alone about dreamy boys.

"Well, you haven't even bought me coffee yet. I have to have some leverage, don't I?" I smile coyly as I twirl a ringlet of my chestnut brown hair. I take off my sunglasses to check my mascara in the visor mirror. This muggy heat makes me feel like I'm melting 24/7.

"Your eyes are different colors?" I stop. Crap. I forgot my contact. Rookie mistake.

"Oh yeah, I was born like that. No big deal," I say with a half-hearted smile. I try to focus on touching up my makeup, hoping my non-chalantness would encourage him to drop the subject. But his hand grabbing my jaw to bring me face to face with him suggest otherwise.

"One brown, and one green," he muses, looking into my eyes. I keep a cool and calm head to not rip my face out of his hands. I need this coffee date to gather information. His grip is firm but gentle and his eyes are searching mine as if I am hiding something beneath the surface. If he only knew.

"I like them. A lot, actually," he says as he rubs his thumb along my jaw line. His gray eyes fixate on me.

"The sun might go down before we get there if we keep this up," I quip, hoping to break out of this trance he seems to be in. He takes one last look into my eyes while tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear. He clears his throat and puts the car in drive.

"Lucky for you, coffee is good anytime, especially with the right company." He smirks with such playfulness. If the God of mischief was on earth, he would certainly give him a run for his money, it seems. The drive to Sean's place wasn't terribly long, but it was a decent distance from the campus and from town.

We finally turn up this driveway with these giant trees lining it and Spanish moss hanging down from them. It looks like a plantation from a movie. A large white mansion with blue trim, the garden lined with flowers that encompass the circle driveway. He parks at the door and gets out. Since he made such a fuss about me opening my door for myself at the school, I allowed him to open for me this time.

He not only opens it but bows and takes my hand. I cannot help but let out a giggle. Never have I encountered a target with such humor and playfulness. But then again, most of my targets are stuffy old men who only care about wealth and power. I've killed enough of them to know that that world could never be for me. As we ascend up the steps, a butler meets us at the door to welcome us in. My jaw drops as I can hardly believe my eyes.