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ANTHONY's P.O.V

Anna!!

Most people do a lot of things when they're terrified. Damnit, even atheists pray, trust me I know, I've been in a couple of airplanes. But her name was the only thing I could say, with questions running through my head.
Why did I do it?
Why did I tell her?
The metallic taste of blood reminded me of what had just happened and as everything came rushing back to me, I heard the shot again.

Boom!!

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Growing up as the only boy put some kind of pressure on me. I didn't like being broke so I did everything to get money...fast. That was how I met her, the woman that got me in this mess. I should say I regret meeting her and I hope she rots in hell but deep in my heart I know that's a lie. Even as I bled out on the floor, she still looked like an angel, holding the gun like Selene in my favorite movie UNDERWORLD. I couldn't help but flash a smile.
FOOL!! a voice in my head yelled, "you just got shot'.

My name's Anthony and this events lead or led to my death. I don't even know what tenses to use now cos my death is so inevitable. I met Anna at a funeral. I'm not actually the funeral type so I wasn't feeling comfortable. But what could I do, I was there to work. As I observed everyone closely, waiting for my pickup, my eyes caught a beautiful face smile. You wouldn't blame me for taking a second look, I mean, who looks down at a corpse and smiles. I couldn't help but focus on her. She was dark, maybe 5'8 but those Gucci heels made her 6'0. She was pretty curvy in her dark blue shirt and black pants which seemed like she didn't belong there, 'maybe she just came from work' I thought. My nights of watching E! made me deduce that she wasn't just any woman. Those were expensive shoes, she would be around her early 30's and I was just coming out of my teens. I totally forgot about my assignment and decided to talk to her. I don't regret that decision although it cost me. Let's just say my kind of work is not one you leave to talk to people, infact, the less people, the better. I carefully tucked in my 9mm into my gun holster, buttoned my jacket and prepared for the moment of the century.

ANNA'S p.o.v

Hey!, I'm Anthony.

A voice interrupted my thoughts. I was prepared to vent my frustrations on him till I looked up and saw his face. It was the cute mysterious guy I noticed earlier. Greg always said I smiled when planning something evil, I hope this stranger didn't take it as a sign to talk to me. My boss was being buried and I was here, smiling.
Classic dumbass!! I scolded myself.
You look really sad; he said.
What a dry joke!!
what are you kid,in high school or something?' I asked, smirking. I watched as his face fell and felt a little sorry for him.
Hey, Anthony right? I'm sorry'
He showed the biggest smile in the world, ' You're not entirely wrong. I'm in college. And I'm above 18'
Nice, but I don't see how that is my business'. I was back to being my cold self. I loved me like this. He smiled and looked at me like he wanted to eat me up.
Hey!!! I'm like two times your age! I said disgusted. I regretted that immediately I said it.
'so you're thinking what I'm thinking..hmmmm'.the jerk never lost his smile. It was a cute smile but damnit he was like 19.
Ok, I'm sorry for looking at you like that and maybe I'll take you out just to show you how sorry I am' he said, still smiling. 'You look like you could use the distraction'.
He was right. I needed the distraction, I was stressing over who had mudered my boss so I needed some time for myself.

Ok. Just one drink.

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Hey guys, hope y'all like the story and don't forget to drop a like or comment. Knowing you guys like it will inspire me more and your ideas will also help me improve as a writer.
With love, Anthonie.