"I can handle myself" Shrugging off Kyle's hand Ren turned storming out of the hallway. Making her way to her room.

"Hey, wait up. I just wanna talk." Kyle was saying as he jogged to catch up to Ren's fast striding pace.

"Come on. If you don't stop I'll tell everyone about your little issues." Kyle sang taunting Ren as she ignored his comments.

What issues? Ren wasn't buying the lie that was spewing out of Kyle's lips. Just as her hands reached for the doorknob to her room Kyle's husky whisper blew across her ears. "I'll tell everyone about your claustrophobia-induced PTSD."

Swiftly turning the knob to her room Ren dragged the annoying bastard inside. Ren swirled back around glaring laser beams back at the man before her. "What do you want." She bit out. Not so much a question and more of a demand as she crossed her arms over her chest. Dragging Kyle's gaze toward her cleavage. Sighing Ren rolled her eyes.

"Eyes up here buddy." She said her voice a threat in and of itself.

Yet despite the clear threat behind Ren's tone Kyle just smirked down at the view he was getting. Though Ren's chest wasn't by any means big Kyle wasn't picky. "No thanks."

Ren scoffed at his response. However, she refused to uncross her arms just because some guy refused to be decent. On the other hand, she could appreciate his courage to go against her.

"Whatever, state what you want," Ren said cocking a brow as Kyle sighed. He was hoping to irk her a little more by staring but he felt that if he dragged his fingers against the top of her breast it would earn him a knife to the gut. As Kyle looked back up he could tell she might have already been contemplating that. Her dark brown glare blatantly told him how she would end his life.

"Well, I wanted to help. Hear me out. I know what your going through. I've gone through it before. Not fun. I- I had a rough time adjusting. My sister actually helped me a lot." He was saying as he walked over to the small bookshelf holding nothing. Ren hadn't had the time to fill her room yet what with it having only been 2 days since she came here.

"I didn't grow up very well off. My parents. They died when I was young. From what I can remember it has always just me and my sister. We lived on the streets since I was 5. Then when I was 15 we found the organization and joined 'The Grey'." Kyle said peaking Ren's interest.

"What about your times on the streets? I mean what happened to you between time on the streets and when you joined?" Ren asked her curiosity getting the better of her. She had to know. She had her suspicions but she needed to confirm them.

She couldn't help but follow the slow steps and movement Kyle made as he walked around her room. Taking in each empty shelf, the nonexistent stationary on her desk, and the nearly vacant clothing she had hanging in the closet. All but three sets of clothing hung in the hangers.

In total, she owned only 5 sets of clothes. One was her mission uniform for 'The Grey', another was a simple grey hoodie, and a long trench coat for the cool nights in NYC if she ever went top side again. Her training uniform she kept in the girls' changing room lockers. Finally, her casual clothing she wore now. A simple long black plain T with worn out ripped wide legged jeans. And her cloud foam adidas. Her comfort shoe. On missions, she would wear her military-grade lace-up black combat boots. That was the entirety of her wardrobe.

Thus, when Kyle opened up her drawers he found nothing. That was until he opened the last and discovered her 3 pairs of matching underwear and bras. They weren't lacy by any means, but practical. They were simple and plain. A color for black, white, and red. Ren should have been embarrassed when Kyle discovered them. When he cocked a brow turning back to Ren as if to test if she really wasn't frazzled. And she wasn't. Underwear was just underwear, right? It wasn't as if guys didn't own them.

What she was was annoyed. Was he simply telling her his pitiful backstory just so he could snoop around her stuff? Little as it may be it was still her stuff he was going through. "Nope. But my sis said I went through some major trauma after whatever went down on the streets. Now I can't remember a thing. But every now and then I would sometimes get pulled into panic attacks. It stopped now and quite frankly I can't remember what they were about. Or how they even stopped but I wanna help." Kyle said sounding sincere but for all Ren knew he was just a great actor.

Rolling her eyes she wonder just why Kyle was even here. What could he want from her? Was he sent here as a spy by Alexander or the other heads of the fractions to check on her?

"I know that look in your eyes. You're probably thinking if I'm a spy or not. And you can believe me or not, but I really am here to just help you. Look we both know you have PTSD and in this line of work that's not gonna be very useful. If you panic or freeze up on a mission that won't do either of us any good. Informant or Mercenary missions are dangerous." Kyle said as he picked up a piece of my panties. Scowling Ren narrowed her eyes on Kyle's blatant appraisal of the black colored panties.

"Is this really all you got? You need a better selection." Kyle said side tracking from his earlier conversation.

"My underwear section has nothing to do with you. Besides, it's easier and more convenient to put these on than wearing some flimsy fabric, as I try to run for my life." Ren said, remembering the one time she tried a thong, and the string kept digging into her butt crack.

"Look I need a partner. And given your history and my incredible skills we would make a great team. Everyone always goes with someone on missions. Safety measures, and all that. And as much fun as it would be to go with a stranger, isn't it better to have a partner who you can trust and work well with?" Kyle said as he placed her underwear back inside the drawer. Surprisingly enough he folded the panties back into a small triangle before slipping it back on top of the tiny pile. Ren would have thought that Kyle would just leave it unfolded. Tossing her panties as it was back into the drawer, but that wasn't the case.

"And what makes you think I trust you or that we would even work well together," Ren said as she cocked her hip against the drawer. Blinking she tried to hide her shock at her own movements. Since when did she walk closer to him?

Kyle shrugged, "I don't know, maybe we might grow to trust one another."

"We might even work really well together." Kyle said his bright amber eyes growing closer. His hands trailed against Ren's wrist.

Ren's breathing slowed as she looked up into his eyes. Eyes that look so much like "his". Suddenly, the piercing screech of bells echoed in her mind. Her breath picked up. It was getting harder to breathe as Ren panted for oxygen.

"You've disappointed me today Ren. I had such high hopes for you. I believed in you. It's such a shame really. Seize her." Her 'mother' had barked as the agents behind her marched up wrestling a poor defenseless 15-year-old to the ground. Little Ren didn't go without a fight after all. She used all the skills, her 'mother' had taught her against the guards. Kneed them in the shins, kicked them in their groins. Punched them in their guts. Little Ren had used her nails, her teeth anything she could reach she scratched, bit, shewed off. She needed to buy time for the boy. She needed him to escape. He had to.

Ren could remember the pain that ensued from the electric tasers the guards had paralyzed her with as they tackled her tiny body to the ground. As they shoved her face into the cool metal of the floor. As they pulled her skinny little arms behind her back cuffing them with iron so she couldn't hit them.

But before Ren could get too lost in her memories Kyle was there. His soothing tone. A bit loud but it got her to snap out of it. "Ren! Ren! Hey, look at me it's ok. It's alright. You're not there. It's alright."

Ren blinked looking back at his amber eyes. His orange-shaded yellow irises. "His" eyes. And suddenly it was too much for her. Shoving Kyle away Ren blinked away her fear. Her tears. Steeling herself.

"Get out!" She said as Ren realized what Kyle had done.

"Get the fuck out!" Ren bellowed. She didn't care who he was. She couldn't. And even if she did care what he did, he could have warned her. That was uncalled for and by no means how you should even deal with someone with PTSD. He knew that if he came closer to her it would trigger her attack. She knew it. Yet in the moment. Ren closed her eyes he was clearly different from what she had thought he would be. He had obviously changed. He wasn't the boy she knew. And even if he was she can't, she shouldn't get involved with him. She can't be partners with him. So Ren glared up at the amber-eyed boy, her eyes ablaze with fury.

"I know what I did was stupid and reckless, but I knew you wouldn't agree. On the bright side, you snapped out of it? I helped see? Look please, I can help, this proves it. I could get you out of it if you have another attack. Besides what good is it if I told you beforehand." Ren was dumbfounded by his words as she nearly gawked at his audacity. He could have given her a heads up it wouldn't have changed anything. She still would have panicked.

"Please-" Kyle began before Ren was shoving him back out the door. Kyle wasn't going out easy though. Quick as lightning, Kyle reached behind him. Gripping the doorknob and slamming it closed before Ren could toss him out the door.

Using his expert skills Kyle swiftly duct under Ren's arms. With his 6 foot height and Ren's 5"6' the task wasn't easy. But Kyle successfully managed to slip under. Maneuvering himself to stand beside her instead of being caged. One panic attack was enough for the day Kyle didn't want to illicit another one. Now that he knew for sure that close spaces caused her to have attacks Kyle would be more careful.

In all honesty, Kyle didn't know why he wanted to help her. There was just something about her that pulled him in.

Ren was still glaring at him as Kyle smirked back at her. "Look I get it. I really do and I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. I wanna help, really I promise it isn't some sort of scheme." Kyle was rambling but Ren wasn't listening, because all she saw was the same boy who gave her his snacks when she cried. The same boy who stood up for her when the other kids threw pebbles nicking her skin. When they mocked her Kyle stood up to defend her.

"You really should go," Ren said trying to stay strong despite the tear streaming down her face and then another.

Panicked Kyle hurriedly rushed to her side wiping away the small droplets. "Hey, shit I didn't mean to make you cry. Damn it. I'm really not good with criers you know." At those words, Ren glared back up at him. His laughing smirk told her everything she needed to know. He was trying to joke with her. To get her to smile.

"You're an ass." She said, pulling herself away from him as she walked towards her nightstand. Plucking up a couple of tissues to wipe away the tears. It was a good thing she had waterproof mascara on. You never know when you need to jump into a pool of water.

"You ok?" For a moment Ren's shoulders stiffened as she swore she could hear the little boy who had saved her in Kyle's voice but she wasn't there anymore. They weren't there anymore. He wasn't a kid anymore. They weren't kids anymore.

"Ya fine," Ren said before Kyle smirked his arrogant smile back at her.

"It's getting late tho, wanna grab some dinner? I'm starvin' beside we haven't worked out the plan of our partnership yet." Kyle said his easygoing personality and charming ways caused Ren to roll her eyes.

"I can see how people could fall for you so easily." Ren's sarcastic drawl flew right over Kyle's head as he opened the door. Gesturing for Ren to leave first.