"Or what? What are you gonna do, blondie?" The brunette kid laughed, the rest of them all sharing the same patronizing expression.

I glanced at Flynn from the corner of my eye. He'd been quiet for a bit, but judging by the knowing look he wore, I suddenly realized why.

As stupid as it seemed, Flynn knew that his friends were underestimating me. He knew that they had no idea I was an assassin. He knew that I was going to hurt them.

Yet he did nothing to stop it.

So when my fist collided with brunette-boy's face at an inhuman speed, Flynn's smirk only grew wider. The boy toppled back against a table, chairs scattering everywhere. The students in the cafeteria gasped and began exclaiming things.

I instantly regretted hitting him as soon as I saw the blood. It was everywhere, and it reminded me of all the carnage that I'd witnessed through Midnight. It made me feel dizzy, and for a moment I thought I might faint.

Summer gawked at me when I turned back to her. "Run," I said, because I knew that shit was about to hit the fan. She picked up her stuff and left quickly.

I wanted to join her, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Chaos had erupted around me and I was dead in the center of it all. I didn't want anyone else getting hurt -- I really didn't. But unfortunately the group of boys in front of me had different ideas.

I backed away as they inspected brunette-boy's nose, which looked severely broken. He was rolling on the floor in agony. I felt terrible, even if he was a cruel asshole who had just bullied me earlier.

"You're so dead," one of the boys yelled at me, fury dripping from his voice. that was when I decided to run.

Skidding and stumbling around tables, I tried to avoid bumping into students still staring at me in shock. Six scary guys were currently chasing me and these idiots were still standing around, gaping.

I was pretty sure one of the guys was helping brunette-boy, which meant one less person to worry about. So technically there were five boys after me, pushing and shoving their way through the crowd of people.

It's fine. You're fine. You've taken on hundreds of ninjas before. You've killed experienced men much older then these boys. You'll be fine.

I tried telling myself all these things. They didn't make me feel better at all. Knowing Flynn was after me scared me the most because he was better then me, always had been. And he had four other guys backing him up.

And I was alone, yet again.

I shoved a table -- food and plates still on it -- at the boys behind me. They mostly dodged it, but it hit two of them in the gut. They pushed it away before continuing after me.

The cafeteria was loud now. So loud that I was getting a headache, because everyone was shouting things and running all over the place trying to watch the fight, but not trying to get caught in it, either.

"Move, move!" Flynn was snarling from behind, obviously aimed at the students. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...

I had to leave the cafeteria, but there were too many people to get through. The boys were gaining on me fast. I leaped onto a table and nearly lost my balance. Luckily my training kicked in, and I didn't fall.

Flynn jumped up behind me. He was so close and I was terrified. I leaped to a nearby table and started hopping across the whole of the cafeteria, my hair flying everywhere and getting in my eyes.

This distracted me momentarily. Unfortunately it was just enough time for Flynn to lunge at me and pull me to the floor, his arms yanking me down from around my waist.

The landing hurt, and I felt slightly winded. However I shook it off as we began to roll, each trying to get our kicks in during the process. I finally managed to headbutt him in the mouth. That caused him to let go of me as he reached for his face.

I scrambled to my feet, grateful that I was wearing bike shorts beneath my short skirt. Flynn lay on his back, examining the blood on his hands. He looked up at me with evil eyes. There was crimson liquid smeared across his teeth and lips.

I gulped out of fear. What have I done now???

One of his friends came at me from out of nowhere. He tried to shove me to the ground, which i had a feeling was because he didn't want to hit me in the face. I guessed it was because I was a girl. Some guys, even cruel ones, still had a strange habit of hesitating when it came to hitting females.

I, however, had no problem hitting boys.

I swung my fist at him, sending a right hook to his face. It was a hard one -- I felt pretty bad. I started to think that maybe I should just stop fighting and let them beat me up. I didn't really want to hurt anyone.

If anyone was going to get injured, it would be them. They hadn't been trained as assassins their whole lives like I had.

Except for Flynn, but I wasn't going to go easy on Flynn. I knew he would kill me if he wanted to.

I felt the eyes of my fellow freshmen upon me. I needed to stop, needed to give up. They couldn't know who I really was. It would ruin everything I had worked for.

Flynn knew what was going on. He was smirking at me the entire time. He knew how badly I wanted to be normal, to fit in. He knew I would hate it if everyone knew what I was, and that gave him pleasure.

So he turned toward the huge crowd of students, grinning like a shark. He wiped more blood from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. I knew what he was about to do, deep down inside of my stomach. It distracted me, and so two of the boys grabbed my arms and pinned me against the wall.

"Let go of me!" I struggled against their grip, but then their friends helped hold me down and I was over powered. I can take their hits, I told myself. It will be fine. I'll be fine.

"Hey, everyone!" Flynn shouted, addressing the crowd. Their attention was all on him now.

"Sasha here has something to tell you all, doesn't she?" He looked over his shoulder to where I was pinned against the wall.

I wanted to die right then and there. No, no, no. He was going to do it. He was going to do it and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

When I didn't answer, he returned to facing the students and said, "She's been lying to you. She's not what you think she is."

This caused an uproar of murmurs and anxious glances. They were all staring at me, I recognized nearly every face. Luckily Rebecca and Summer weren't in the audience. But Natalie was, and she looked scared.

I felt so ashamed of myself at that moment. Flynn was about to ruin my reputation at this school for good. No one would look at me the same ever again. I wanted to cry.

Flynn moved towards me, eyes dark and narrowed. "Tell them, blondie. Tell them what you and I both know is true."

I refused. No, I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't let him win. He had hurt me too many times before and I wasn't going to tolerate his games any longer.

His smile faltered.

"Let go of her," he suddenly told the boys at my sides.

I frowned in confusion. What the hell was he doing? I thought he wanted to hurt me?

The guys holding me exchanged puzzled looks. "What?"

Flynn's glare deepened. "I said, let go of her."

They reluctantly did as he asked. I rubbed my sore arms and noticed red marks from their grip.

Before I even had a chance to process my thoughts, Flynn was aiming a fist at me. I dipped my head back on instinct, then held up my left arm to block his next attack. I predicted correctly, his hand charging at my face but failing to hit me.

I didn't know what he was doing. He was attacking me, randomly, after that whole announcement he had just made. But why? I was so confused.

I didn't want to fight him in front of everyone. I didn't want them to know what i was capable of. But as the next hits came, I couldn't stop the reflexes that kicked in, parrying his attacks with polished sequences.

The "audience" gasped. That was when I realized.

Flynn was showing them what I could do. He was proving it to them.

"Tell them, Sasha," he growled as he kicked me in the belly and I fell to the floor. I rolled to the right, avoiding his foot as it stomped down where I previously lay. I was halfway off the floor when he stomped at me again. I blocked it with my arm.

It hurt like hell but I sucked it up. I was not allowing him to injure me again. Over my dead body.

Once I managed to get off the floor, I saw that Flynn had picked up a lunch tray and was swinging it at me. I fell back against the tables, the first swing barely an inch from my nose. He swung again and I ducked just in time. Then as I waited for the tray to come around a third time, I gripped the legs of a plastic chair nearby and hauled it up in front of me.

It clashed with the tray, and both objects went flying. The students were losing it now, yelling and shouting things behind me. But I was far too scared of Flynn to pay any attention to them.

I climbed onto the table quickly, then stepped off on the other side. Flynn followed me as I continuously backed away.

"Do you want to know what she is?" he snarled at the students. I searched for any sort of weapon, found a plastic knife and made a grab for it. Flynn knocked it from my hand and tackled me to the floor. He punched me once, twice before I finally managed to bring my knee to his belly and get him off me.

Once we were standing again, I immediately had to block a series of harsh kicks with surprising skill. People let out gasps and murmurs again, making me cringe at my actions. No, no, no.

An adult voice sounded from the other side of the room. "What the hell is going on here?"

I felt a sliver of hope enter my heart. Maybe this teacher would stop Flynn before he killed me? Before he finished his speech?

But Flynn had clearly though of that, too.

Dodging my roundhouse-kick and following punches, the blond boy stopped my left hook mid-air and brought it down into a arm lock. I winced in pain and tried to free myself. it was no use, he had me down.

I struggled to escape his hold, kicking at his shins. He dragged me -- still in the lock --- toward one of the tables closest to where the crowd of students were standing.

Then, with one final movement, he picked me up off the ground. I felt sick to my stomach as he slammed me down against the hard plastic tabletop, hand gripping my neck so that I was pinned.

His next words felt like knives on my skin.

"She's an assassin. That's right, Sasha's an assassin, just like me."

The following silence was deafening. Even the teacher was frozen to his spot. No one moved for a solid ten seconds.

I pulled at Flynn's fingers furiously, he was strangling me and cutting off my air flow. I didn't even care at this point what everyone thought, I just wanted him to let go of me. I didn't want to suffocate.

But my legs were free...

I stared at them, realizing what I needed to do. Flynn's eyes seemed to follow mine as he noticed my legs, too.

But he didn't try to stop me. Instead he smirked, then spoke harshly, "Do it."

Why on earth would he want me to do it?

I was struggling to breathe. I had to save myself.

But he wanted me to save myself, and I didn't like that. Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong.

"Do it!" He yelled. "Show them what you're capable of, blondie."

I was going to fall unconscious soon. I knew it. Slowly, slowly, I was losing all sense of reality.

"Let go of that girl, right now!" The teacher's voice suddenly boomed, although there was a slight tremble to his words.

Flynn's green eyes darted upward. He let out a growl. "Get the fuck away from me before I snap your neck, too!"

I didn't want to show everyone my abilities. I didn't want to prove what Flynn had said. I didn't want any of this.

What I did want was to run back to the manor and dive under the covers of my huge, warm bed and never leave. Never.

By now my vision was getting blurry and black splotches were appearing everywhere. Oh no. Oh no. I have to do it, I have to do it, I have to do it.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pain taking over my body. I'll die if I don't. I'll die. I have to save myself. Everyone will know what I can do, but I have to save myself.

And so without thinking, I swung my legs up, wrapping them around Flynn's neck. His grip loosened on me as I squeezed my thighs tighter around his throat.

When he finally let go, I released a quick, raspy, breath before pulling my body up toward my legs, then twisting my torso to the side. Flynn swayed as my weight pulled him down to the floor, forcing his body to contort until it was him taking all the blow while my body landed softly afterward.

I had just done a ninja move. Right in front of everyone.

I kept my legs around his neck for a few more seconds, holding him in a lock. Realizing that he was not attacking anymore, I eventually removed them. He coughed raggedly, but a bitter smile pulled at his lips, taunting me even after I'd technically beaten him.

Because in reality, I hadn't. Flynn had won.

I stood up quickly and stepped away from him. As my gaze drifted from the boy on the floor to the students and teacher before me, I knew then that I had officially ruined every aspect of this new life.

Every. Single. Aspect.

And it was all my fault.

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