My heartbeat sounds louder than the crowd outside, screaming and booing. 

All this, is driving me crazy. 

I have to kill my best friend's boyfriend tonight.

Well ex best friend apparently, she threw me into the trash after practically spitting in my face.

Fake bitch.

Asher's already done his part by getting a fake injury to get Mason over here. Zac and I sprinted all the way to the locker room as soon as we saw him coming. 

We beat him to it of course. 

He was right, it is dark in here.

 I wonder why it's so dark, maybe it's dark so that they can't see each other's-

"Lena focus."

 Zac scolds. Realization slaps me in the face, "Wait, did i say that out loud?"

 "Yes, like many things you say out loud." he says amused.

 It's so infuriating how he can be so calm and annoying at times like this.

 I hear very loud footsteps, very heavy. 

"Dude, would it kill you to pick up your feet?" i whine.

 "Lena, shut up!" i zip my mouth and try to hide the best way I can.

 His shadow draws near, kinda looks like the locness monster. 

I try not to giggle by biting my free hand. 

Oh, yeah I'm holding a big ass gun in my left hand.

 For some people it would be very heavy.

 But for me since I've practiced, it's like holding a feather. 

It's an M1911. 

A weird shape might i add for this type of shit.

 I checked plenty enough times to see if it's loaded. The match is really loud so a silencer would have been unnecessary.

 He finally walks in, tired from the fit he pulled on the field. He takes off his helmet and jersey and sits on the bench.

 "Why do i do these things to myself?" he mumbles.

 I'm starting to feel sad for the guy. He may be a total douche but he as feelings. 

I catch Zac motioning to me some weird hand gesture.

 "What?" i whisper to him, "What?" He puts a finger to is lips looking aggravated.

 "Who's there?" Mason says looking up, "Who's there, come out!" he demands.

 I sigh and as i'm about to come out-

"Babe!It's me." a familiar, backstabbing, chicken waddling, egg cracking bitch comes into view. 

"Babe, what are you doing here?" Mason asks smiling. 

"I came to cheer you up." 

She hugs him and he takes a while to return the hug.

 "Nisha, about your friend Lena, she looked kind of upset earlier." he  starts. 

"Don't talk about that bitch. I got what i wanted from her, you too." he sighs and grins, stupid grin. 

I start to see red and my breathing becomes harsh.

 "Yeah, you told me she was a bitch but never said she was a hoe."

"She was a pathetic bitch. I bet she slept with both of those strange guys she was walking with." She finishes for him.

 I march towards them ignoring Zac who's trying to stop me. 

I aim my gun at the both of them, they hadn't realized i was here until... 

"You know what? You two deserve each other." I say shooting them both in the head.

 I barely notice what i have done. 

The gun fires are lost like screaming under water.

 No one can hear it. 

Blood which was pulsing in my veins, slows down and becomes normal. Everything is slowed.

I can barely feel Zac grabbing my arm and dragging me out of there. "Lena let's go."

I barely notice their bodies falling limp and bleeding out. 

The sound of Zac shouting my name so ambient and faded but quickly registering. 

Why do I feel so good?

It's something I've never felt before, like winning the lottery or something.

That's how it's supposed to be.

I smile at the thought.

We're soon hit by the cold night air and standing in the car park. 

He paces up and down checking his pone and running his hands through his hair occasionally. 

I think it's a coping mechanism of some sort. He's probably stressed out.

"It's okay. You killed the target. But he strictly said one person. Lena why the fuck would you do that?!" i shake my head and shrug my shoulders. 

I feel absolutely nothing. 

I'm not scared anymore. I survived didn't I?

 I thought you know what, doing one really messed up thing would ruin me for life but, what life? 

What life do i have? Here i am living in a drug lord's house where he holds me hostage. 

Who will probably kill me later. 

"Whatever." i say indifferently. We're waiting for Asher to pick us up. 

"What is it with you? Why are you always so calm?" he asks.

 "I don't know." i admit. In truth i don't know. 

Maybe it's because I've always felt that my existence is insignificant. 

Maybe that's why.

later back at the masion

"Why would you do that?" Asher asks me really looking me deep in the eyes.

 His hold on my shoulder is so gentle i  could mistake this situation for a weird hug. "I am tired of you two asking me this question." I say sitting down on a bar stool.

 "Leave her alone." The douche bag says as he walks in. "She's just perfect for the job." He strides in smiling.

 Where's the permanent scowl i'm so used to seeing. 

He's wearing a lose shirt that shows off his lean body and slacks.

 It seems as if he was here the entire time. He's holding some kind of book or papers in his hand and sits down across from me. 

"So, because she did such a fantastic job, she deserves pancakes. Aunt M." he calls. 

Pancakes for moi? 

I let the joy seep in and goodbye to the awkward feeling in my chest. 

I bounce in my seat excited for my meal. She walks up to me with a plate with a tower of raspberry pancakes and syrup dripping off it's sides.

 Her smile is shy but that does not measure up to the magestic thing in front of me. It's illuminated by the light in the kitchen and i watch as the syrup glistens like crystals. I swear I can hear the song, Angels we have heard on high being sung by a choir somewhere.

 I take the plate not believing my eyes. "It's beautiful! Thankyou aunty M."

 I grab my fork but as soon as i'm about to dig in, someone next to me coughs. I roll my eyes and ask, "What!" irritated by the fool that's straightening his face waiting intently for something. 

"Thank you Dou...I mean Ryan." that was so hard to say. He coughs again!"What?" i ask nearly throwing my fork at him. He doesn't even flinch. Do not come in between me and my food.

"I need you to sign this." he says sliding a paper to me. "Why am I signing this?" i ask, i hate writing. 

"It's for your new I.D. You'll be enrolled for a term at Legacy High. They require you to ave killed at least one person.

 In this case you have killed two people. And your new name will be Angel D'Amelio." i nod, completely understanding this bull shit.

 I thought coming here meant no school. Lord why me, first i'm kidnapped by a douche, next I kill two people then I can't even eat my diabetes inducing food. 

"Okay." i say finally, snatching the pen from his hand to sign the stupid form. "So many dumb questions." i mumble. 

Like seriously, do you like killing? Are you familiar with poisoning? What would you say is your expertise, dismembering,disembowelment,poisoning or stabbing. Some really freaky questions.

 It takes forever for me to get to the last page that's like page 14! Like come on! I hand it over to him. He takes it grinning like he knows something i don't. 

Oh god please don't let it be another killing!!

Zac and Asher look at each other disappointed.

 "What's wrong?"i ask them. "Um, since you'll be coming to the school, we will have to baby sit you." Asher says.

 I raise my eyebrow and the black side of me is holding the knife tight. "What did you say?" he looks at my hand and his eyes widen.

 "Only for a short while, just so you can learn the place. You won't even know that we're there." he says raising his hands. Zac rolls his eyes and laughs. 

"Seriously Asher, you think that she can kill you with a butterknife?!" Asher fixes is face and relaxes. I feel kind of embarassed but you can't underestimate someone with a knife. 

"Have you ever watched orange is the new black?" i ask. They all shake their heads. No way. What have these children been watching? The hunger games?" 

I know what we're doing this week or this whole term." I say excitedly. "We are watching this show now!"

 I stand up with my plate and grab all of their hands and drag them into the living room.

A storm is coming.

and it's orange.