Last Chance Given

Eight

It was finally Sunday, I will be leaving for my mission. The Mendez family has been avoiding me. Not like I care, I did notice that the rat is not coming over often as usual. Maybe they did heed my advice. As I said, I have better things to do now.

“You are leaving?” I heard Zion voice as I walked into the garage,

“Yes, I am,” I answered him,

“When will you come back?”

“I am not sure. Moreover, does your family even want me back” I chuckled softly; it stings that my family does not want me. I may be tough yet there was a small girl in me craving for love and affection from her family.

“I can’t speak for the rest. I speak for myself, I want you to come back home, safely and as soon as possible. Can you send me updates on everything as much as you can?” he spoke softly as though he was scared that I will reject him.

“You can go and meet my friends I am sure they will give you the updates you want,” I looked at him and his face was filled with worry.

“Do not worry, I will be fine. This is not the first time for me,” I assured him,

“Why can’t you update me yourself?” he asked

“I do not trust your communication system, whereas mine is untraceable and safer. If you want personal updates, move into the building and you will get the updates personally” I offered him knowing that he will reject it.

“Alright, I have to go now. I will see you when I see you” I surprised him by giving him a tight hug. I then drove off not before seeing tears flowing down his cheeks. That boy is really emotional.

I called Luca and told him to take good care of Zion. He might be older than us, but he was too emotional to think straight. Luca is the right person to train Zion to control his emotions.

“I will take good care of him if you promise me that you will not fall in love with someone in the mission” he stated,

“I promise not to fall in love with someone else,” I teasingly promised him. I promise myself, if I survive this mission, I will confess my feelings to him if he is still available.

“Take care,” he hanged up. I will miss seeing him. He is my home, I will return to him one way or another.

After he hanged up, I looked at my wallpaper, it was a picture of Luca and me, captured by Kailyn. She is the only one who knows that I fell hard for Luca. I made her or mostly threatened not to tell anyone.

I switched off my phone for the sake of the mission. I switched on the phone I created specifically for the mission. I will not get in touch with anyone the first three months that is one of the basic rules in our mission.

Three months gives us to settle down in the area and to explore it as well. We need to mark the areas where we can hide and look for details.

To make sure I have created an innocent persona in school, it will make it harder for them to suspect me. I went to the house that I prepared for the mission.

It was an apartment. I actually built the building. I just did not sell the penthouse, which is where I will stay. I mean, I am playing the role of an innocent who is pampered by her rich family.

Tomorrow, I will have to report to the private high school. Looks like I will be seeing lots of annoying rich children. I sighed as I flopped on the bed.

I finished unpacking hours ago. I just ordered some dinner from the Chinese place nearby. Soon, the doorbell rang. Looks the delivery was here, I quickly wore the nerdy spectacles. I already was wearing coloured contact lenses to hide my natural colour.

“Erm, hello,” I spoke shyly not meeting his eyes,

“Here is your delivery, thank you for ordering. Please do leave feedback on the website. Hope to see you again!” He passed me the food, waved and left with a smile.

I closed the door, and went to the living room and started to dig into my dinner while watching the Netflix show, Queer Eye. The show is amazing, I love to Tan the most.

It’s amazing how five gay men change the lives of people. Watching them, I get inspired to improve my life, even if it starts with a small thing.

I created social media accounts a while ago. All my posts are very informative regarding facts about anything and everything.

The next day, I woke and showered, changing into appropriate clothing to match my character. A long-sleeved pink shirt, with white jeans not forgetting my spectacles. I carried my bag, blades hiding in my boots. The hidden compartment in my bag carries my guns and their bullets. What can I say, I love to be prepared for any situation.

While everyone loves to use guns or blades. I, personally, love to use swords, especially twin ones.

I walked into the school administrative office,

“Erm, go-od morn-ing, I am a new stu---dent here,” I stutter in nervous, while in my mind, I am scolding the lady for being so slow.

“Your name?” her voice sounds ridiculous,

“erm, Layla Willison” giving her my undercover name.

30 minutes later, I got my schedule and other details. Like woman, old people walk faster than you. I still gave her a nervous smile and walked out.

I acted lost and nervous while walking over to my locker. I kept all my things, pushed my glasses up my nose. The things I do, I sighed mentally.

“You must be the new student” a girl spoke beside me,

I nod my head nervously,

“My name is Amelia, it is nice to meet you. Come on, I will show you to your class and at lunch I will introduce you to my friends” she grabbed my arm, dragging me to class.

She has the same photographic skills like me, she peeked at my schedule over my shoulders just now and memorized it. She is in all my first half classes, she reminds me of Isis. She talks as much as Isis. I can tolerate one Isis, I for sure can handle one more.