Her thick black hair whipped at the sudden movement. Anna trained her eyes forward and began walking, pressing her hand so hard into her skin she felt as if she not only stifled the blood flow, but she also stopped the circulation all together.

It was pretty easy to get fooled by it. That grip on her arm was vice-like but Anna didn't let up. If she released it now, it would only start bleeding again. And she didn't really feel like leaving her DNA all over this pristine white floor. Seems almost disrespectful if you asked her.

Still, how Mina managed to sink her nails in so far without her realizing the damage she was causing still baffled her. Anna was no stranger to cuts or bruises. In fact, her skin was layered with it, fine white scars decorating all over her body. One was even fat and puffy from bad healing but that laid across her lower back, out of sight. No doubt if any of these preppy schoolgirls saw such a scar they would probably label her some nutty gang member. Although, the analogy wasn't that far off.

The hallways were quickly clearing. Anna watched as the remaining students scurried about, trying to get to their classes before they were too late. She walked casually by them all. Besides, what was the rush? It wasn't as if she would die from blood loss if she didn't get to the nurse now. She could bet the cuts were even clotting themselves this very moment. The only reason she was even going to the nurse in the first place is to clean out whatever infection could have gotten in the cut from Mina's nails.

Anna came to the very end of the hallway but she stopped before turning. The nurse's office was not far from here, just a few doors down. It wouldn't be going anywhere. For now, she was too enraptured in the sight that had captured her eyes, staring through the large glass windows that dominated the left side of the hallway.

It suddenly hit her how secluded they were, this school. It was huge, it was beautiful, and it was expensively furnished. And she was pretty sure the socks on the standard uniform she wore cost more than her whole apartment. A bit of an exaggeration but the point was still made. The people here were impossibly rich, and for some reason, that made them even more closed off from the world outside them.

Maybe that was why they had so much land spanned out around them. To make physical the distance between themselves and the average citizen. Anna huffed a small laugh at the thought. She didn't blame them. In fact, she would have done the same thing too if she were impossibly rich and surrounded by a world that was not. But her? Rich? That made her laugh even more.

Money was never a big aspect for her. When she lived at HQ she never really cared about money, knowing that all her basic needs were already being taken care of and she didn't care to buy anything else. Now that she was on her own, she needed money, to survive, and although she may not be rich like these people, she had a decent amount to last a few years without any job. Thomas paid her generously. He even offered to raise her pay once but, at that time, she turned it down, so eager was she to get the hell away from him. He had been extra weird that day.

Long story short, she may not be rich but she was well off. And would continue to be if she kept this job. Anna suppressed a sigh, still staring out the window, before she turned in the direction of the nurse. The first thing she saw were black heels. They were simple, not too fancy, and covering the same standard white socks but the fact that it was black heels made Anna's eyes travel slowly upwards in surprise.

Everything else was the same. Same pleated skirt, same white shirt, same blue and burgundy blazer, and the same striped tie. Everything else was just the same except for those black heels. Anna's eyes slowly came to rest on the black heel wearing blockade in her path.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked calmly. She was always calm, even though the girl's sudden appearance made her heart jump a little, she didn't show it. They didn't call her the Two Faced Agent back at HQ for nothing.

The girl crossed her arms in front of her. At the movement, Anna was suddenly hit by a light, nice smell wafting from the girl's slim yet curvy body. Briefly, Anna noticed that her nails were manicured too – like almost every girl she'd laid eyes on since she arrived – but was distracted when the girl's eyes narrowed into slits, her sky blue eyes running her up and down as they slowly filled with malice.

Anna would have frowned at the hate she felt radiating off the girl – she certainly felt like it – but she merely cocked her head to the side in inquiry. Why, oh why, was this blondie standing before her and looking at her as if she just crawled out of the gutter?

The girl's hair was curled stylishly, big blond ringlets that fell down to her shoulders. They bounced when she moved, and she reached upwards with one delicate finger to toss a curl to the side. It fell right back into place.

Anna quirked a brow. "Since you don't look as if you want to speak any time soon ..." Anna released the hold on her injured hand, sure it was beginning to clot by now, and attempted to walk around the girl. Well, letting go was a big mistake because the girl grabbed that same area, causing pain to shoot up Anna's arm. She held back her hiss of pain and looked at the girl.

"What?" she asked calmly. Always calm.

"Who are you?" The question was a simple one, usually asked with curiousity but, somehow, this girl managed to make it sound half like a demand for answers and half like an accusation. It was a mystery what she was accusing her of though.

"Annabelle Ferguson," Anna replied. The pain was too much now. She slowly looked down on the grip on her injured arm and said, "You're getting blood on your hands."

The girl let her go immediately with a squeal. Not able to resist, Anna rolled her eyes. Why did that not surprise her?

For a second, she thought of asking her for her name too. That was the polite thing to do, right? And Anna was nothing if not polite – when she needed to be. But something told her she shouldn't even bother. This girl wasn't talking to her to make friends, she wasn't even trying to satisfy her curiousity. She had a reason, a specific one. Anna didn't care enough to find out.

She turned around. Before she could even take another step, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the floor sounded behind her before the girl appeared in front of her again. She was pretty fast for a blondie in heels, she noticed with a slight widening of her eyes. Anna would have complimented her on it – polite, remember? – but the words got caught in her throat when the girl grabbed Anna's hand and swung her around, making her slam into the window wall. That she did not expect.

"I was still talking," the girl hissed. Anna looked up at her. Her blue eyes were fiery with anger and she was taller than Anna, by a few inches, glaring down at her with the accompanying curl of her upper lip. Anna felt the frown creep across her face.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked her. "The bell rang around ten minutes ago."

"Don't worry about me," the girl snapped, her words heated. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Anna nodded, not knowing where she was going with this. In all honesty, she could have the girl on the ground, either screaming for her mother or knocked out unconscious – whichever she was feeling at the moment. She could have grabbed the girl's hand when she gripped her and twisted it behind her, pushing her up against the window wall. She could have dodged the hand that had shot out to grab her before being thrown on the wall. She could have done all these things and more, but she didn't. Because she was under blasted cover.

It wasn't Annabelle the NPA agent going to this school but simply Annabelle Ferguson, regular girl. So, all those thoughts that had sprouted forward was tampered down immediately and she allowed the manhandling. This girl was lucky she couldn't showcase exactly what she could do. Anna's eyes drifted upwards to the camera currently pointing in her direction and decided that, even if she did want to do what her instincts had fought to do, she couldn't because, for all she knew, eyes were on her.

So, Anna simply nodded to the girl's question, who crossed her arms before her again.

"I knew it," the girl said. "So how come you're already talking to my boyfriend as if you guys are friends?"

For a second, they just stared at each other before Anna straightened up and cocked her head to the side again. "I'm going to need more information than that. Who exactly are you talking about?"

"Jessi Beaumont!" the girl screeched, stamping her heeled foot into the ground. "My Jessi! I saw you talking to him!"

Now Anna was very confused. She would have understood if the girl had said she saw her standing around him, or she saw her talking to someone he knew, i.e. Dan, or something to that order. But talking to him? He barely looked at her. She didn't even know if he noticed she existed. Talking to him? That was stretching at bit too far, wasn't it?

"I wasn't talking to him," Anna replied coolly. "We barely even made eye contact."

"Oh, so you're calling me a liar?" the girl taunted.

Anna didn't even blink. "Yes."

"How dare you?!"

Anna sighed, fed up with it all. She wasted more than enough time talking to this blondie and only to find out it was about nonsense like this. Curse her curiousity. If she hadn't cared about what the girl had wanted to say so badly that she was willing to get violent over it, she would have left a long time ago. "Look, I have a few cuts to go clean and you have a class to get to, so why don't we just cut this short?"

The girl opened her mouth to speak but Anna held up her hand, cutting her off. "Okay, I'm willing to compromise. How about we have this conversation later then? I promise, you can go on and on about how I'm talking to your boyfriend and I can go on and on about how little contact we had at all. Sounds fair?"

That made the girl madder. Anna watched as her face reddened and her mouth opened but nothing came out. Feeling slightly accomplished that she reduced her to this speechless state, Anna turned and walked away, throwing a simple hand up as farewell. After a few moments, she heard a low but angry screech and the clicking of the heels grow farther away.

Anna looked back around to see her blond curls disappear around the corner. For a while, she just stood listening to the click of the heels until it faded away to silence. Then she merely just stood there wondering what just happened. Did she just get confronted for allegedly talking to someone? She'd only seen that in the movies.

Anna went back in her head, going over the Intel she had unknowingly gathered. Blond curls, nonstandard shoes, claiming she was the girlfriend of who Anna believed is one of the popular kids. All the movies she watched was telling her that she just had a mini head to head with Ms. Popular. But, Anna was not one to judge the book. So, with a toss of her head to get her hair out of the way, she continued to the nurse's office, opening the door.

If she had compared this room to a hospital, it would have been a lie. A hospital looking like this is sorely lacking. But, a school nurse's office looking like this? Times magazine would have given it five stars and named it 'Best Nurse's Office of the Year'. Anna stepped through the door and immediately, she saw the nurse sitting behind a desk in front of her.

The desk was high, only leaving the top of her head, bobbing up and down, visible. Her hair was pinned up and she wore green scrubs. Behind her were beds, all laid out in a horizontal row, and partitioned off from each other with very nice-looking curtains. To the left of Anna were chairs, all leather, all huge. It hit her like a log that that was the waiting area. To the right of her were wheelchairs, crutch sticks, a water cooler, and a sanitation area. The door beside that area must lead to the bathroom.

The room had AC. Anna stepped farther in, trying to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. This school was just way too much. The nurse got to her feet, gathering up some papers and clipped it to a clipboard. Then she stepped out from behind the desk as Anna came forward. The nurse jumped when she saw her.

"Oh goodness!" she exclaimed, hand to her chest. "You were so quiet I didn't see you there."

Anna held out her arm. "I need these cleaned and dressed."

"Oh?" The nurse held her hand, taking a closer look. "Where did you get these?"

"Some girl."

"I've never seen you around before. Are you new?"

"Yes."

The nurse laughed. "You're new and you already have 'some girl' digging her nails into your skin? You must have gotten her pretty riled."

Anna didn't reply. She was thoroughly confused as to why the nurse was talking so much instead of doing what she was paid to do. Was she one of those nurses that felt the need to make friends with all her patients? If she was, Anna could just do it herself. She knew basic first aid. It was the first thing she learnt during her training. She even knew how to do way more than that, from all those times she got injured on a mission and she had to patch herself up before help arrived. These simple cuts would be no problem.

The nurse sighed and gave her an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry but I really need to get these things to the headmistress or she's really going to flip. And," she leaned in, holding her hand up to her mouth, "between you and me, she can get a little crazy."

Why was she not surprised? The nurse laughed loudly at her little 'secret'. "So, if you could wait right here, I'll try to get back as fast as I can."

"Take your time," Anna said, waving her off. "I know how to do it myself."

"Oh, you do? Are you sure?"

If she was sure? Of course, she was sure. Why would she say that in the first place if she wasn't? Anna resisted the urge to frown at the woman. "Yes," she pushed out. "I'm sure."

"Okay, well..." The nurse sent her a quick, fleeting smile, inching her way to the door. "As long as you're sure you're okay..."

Anna didn't reply this time. She kept her face still as she watched the woman tiptoe towards the door. The nurse looked both reluctant to leave and happy she could. She was probably wary, knowing she might get in trouble for leaving a student alone to tend to her own injuries. Anna sighed and motioned with her hands to get her out the door, mouthing 'I'm fine'. That served to be the last bit of reassurance the nurse needed to get her out the door.

Anna finally allowed herself to roll her eyes to the ceiling in annoyance before sitting in the nurse's high back, comfy leather chair.