I went to my locker to keep my bag inside. As soon as I approached the locker, I saw a sticky note on the door...

The offer still stands...
XO XO XO, loads of kisses

Jessica.

I stared at it for a couple of moments.

What the hell Jessica. The girl just was ridiculous and evil at times. If someone saw this note it would just create such a mess.

Now she is doing this letter writing stuff. I was about to take it off...

I extended my hand...

And at that precise moment...

There was a ripping noise and the note was yanked off my locker. Stupefied, I turned around and saw a black hoodie disappearing into the crowds.

The man was some hell of an assassin.

Anyways, I did what I had to and walked towards the class.

After walking some more and exploring tiles on my way, I entered the class, narrowly missing a swinging punch trap set at the door. It was set for no one in particular, just for whosoever fell for it, student or teacher. I walked to my seat in the third row and sat down with a sigh.

"Whassup dude?" My friend Jack asked, slapping me on the back.

"Nothing much. What about you? What's up?"

"The ceiling, duh," Jack said with a straight face and burst out laughing at this own joke.

Yes, you hear a lame joke, which is a poor excuse of a joke and is offensive to the entire joke community, you should know it is coming from Jack.

"Really?" I asked him. "For a change, why can't you come up with something more creative, so that people can atleast laugh?"

Jack waved a hand dismissively. "Hah! What's the use of that? I don't need a joke to make people laugh coz-"

"Your face is enough for that," his twin brother Jones said, coming to sit beside me.

You heard me. These two are literally named Jack Davis and Jones Davis. Either someone wanted to prank them, or their parents were oblivious, they are addressed as Jack and Jones. While Jack was a clownish person, Jones was a silent, brooding one. Polar opposites, but never missed out on the opportunity to take a jibe at one another.

However, I was not able to hear what Jack said as a comeback, and I am really glad for it, because our teacher, Mr. Williams entered. And when he is in the class, you just don't speak. Act it out, mime, faint, do whatever the hell you want to do, but just don't make a sound. He has ears like a bat and can kick you out at the drop of a hat. Why is that, I don't know. So, at this moment, a very silent aura descended over the class.

Then the fun began.

Well, not really, but in some way it did. Mr. Williams started speaking. And that made the task of remaining silent even more harder than a Herculean task. His voice sounded cracked, nasally, somewhat like a drone of a bee, or any other buzzing thing, albeit a cracky one. It was a kind of voice that would send you rolling on the floor with laughter. Apart from that, the way he totally appeared was more hilarious than Jack's face, and that is saying something. His hairstyle was like T-X from Terminator, minus the bun. He always wore a proper suit, not the formal three piece thing, but the formal one : shirt, bowtie, coat, trousers, tailcoat, cuffs, cuff clips, a pocket square and black shoes so shiny that a mirror would shy away from them. And to top that, he wore a monocle on his left eye. Why he dresses like a cross between an evil scientist and a person attending a medieval wedding ceremony, no one has any idea.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and furrowed my brows. I knew if I opened my mouth, I would start laughing and get thrown out faster than you can say 'out'. I glanced around and saw the same fate with everyone else: furrowed brows, twitching lips, bobbing shoulders, biting of lips, fidgeting; in other words, symptoms of suppressed laughter.

I tried to ignore his voice quality and instead focused on what he was saying.

"Today we have a new seating arrangement. It has been sent in by the Principal. This will be your arrangement for the rest of the year."

No one said a word due to the censorship on the freedom of speech. Although, the body languages said it all: shoulders slumping with relief, bodies tensed from anxiety, pokerface, eyes lighting up, etc.

"But before you all make a chaos with that infernal noise you create-"

As if.

"- I would like to introduce you to a new transfer student."

Now he had the undivided attention of the class. I obviously knew about it, but to remain 'inconspicuous', I played along.

Mr. Williams looked at the partly open door. "Please come in and join us."

The door fully opened and this time the students did not bother holding in their gasps.

I don't blame them.

Because in walked a slim, tall girl, dressed in a white shirt over which she wore a black chequered shirt, with black skinny jeans and white sneakers. She had raven black hair that fell in soft waves down to her waist. And she had a pale skin and bright green emerald eyes. She had a pokerface, but still looked gorgeous.

I reddened a bit realising that I was checking her out, something which I never did (remember my chivalry?), but then I saw I wasn't alone. Almost all the boys were gawking, staring, drooling openly. Okay, maybe not the last part, but you get the point. And the girls, um...well...I cannot accurately ascertain whether they were intimidated or irritated, or worried, considering the repetitive glances they send towards the boys.

And Mr. Williams. Don't even get me started. I could see the effect of that beauty on him. And that effect was: pokerface. Huh, what else.

"Would you introduce yourself?" Mr. Williams asked.

"Sure. My name is Evelyn Cruz. I am originally from Sicily, and have come here for a change of air," my assassin, a.k.a. Evelyn said, and then smiled. If no one had swooned till now, they would now after seeing her smile.

"But majorly I wish to complete my education and gain more experience by exploring new cities," she continued, her smile now gone and replaced by her straight face. "That's it."

"Thank you Evelyn. Now you may go and take a seat."

Evelyn scanned the room and saw an empty seat beside Chris. She walked towards it. She was walking like a cat, without making a sound. Every head she passed turned around to escort her to her seat with their eyes.

Few more seats down the aisle, I saw Jessica fuming with her pretend jealousy. And in that envy, she stuck a foot out in order to trip Evelyn. Bloody hell!!

Before I could call out to warn her, Evelyn just increased her speed and instead of dodging the foot, she stepped on it and moved past as if nothing was there. However, her stepping did produce a noise. It was like a chain reaction then.

There was a loud crunching sound.

There was a loud howling sound.

At first I thought she had broken Jessica's foot, but then it turned out her foot was fine. Jessica's stilletos, um, not fine.

Jessica yelled. "You witch! How dare you break my sandal?!"

To this, Evelyn stopped, turned, returned, and stepped on Jessica's other foot, which was followed by another crunch and a broken heel, and Evelyn's words," Like this."

Mr. Williams, given his intolerance for noise, kicked Jessica out instantly. Jessica yelled,"My father will hear about this-"

The rest of the sentence was muffled as Mr. Williams slammed the door shut in her face.

I resisted the urge to applaud.

Jessica just had to do that. She totally had to pull off that trademark Draco Malfoy statement. Now the task of not laughing was even more tough for us poor mortals.

I looked behind and saw Evelyn standing near the seat beside Chris. Although the seat was empty, Chris was sprawled over the two so that the second seat was practically half covered.

But he didn't move. He was too transfixed by the unearthly female specimen.

Evelyn said to him,"Scooch over."

She was hardly fazed by Chris' looks. The effect though was clearly visible on Chris, as he stared at her, his gaze hooded, jaw ajar, and a little drool at the corner of his mouth. Yes, it was glistening and therefore noticeable. Another moment, and his tongue would probably come out, ready to devour a delicious morsel.

Evelyn still stood with a pokerface. She narrowed her eyes and said again, though with an added construction. "Scooch over, wolf."

Mr. Williams should start giving out snicker excuses. I personally felt the urge to laugh even more when it was forbidden to laugh, or emit any sound for that matter.

At that comment of Evelyn, Chris snapped out of whatever trance he was in and hurriedly sat back in his chair, discreetly wiping his mouth so Evelyn would not see. But judging by the small smirk on her face, I concluded that she totally saw.

Mr. Williams continued his seating plan. "Fourth row, sixth seat, Mr. Gregory and an imaginary Ms. Walkers," he buzzed on, oblivious to the students vibrating with suppressed laughter in class.

"Twelfth seat, Mr. Evans and Ms. Cruz. And that is all."

I picked my stuff and walked over to the last seat. I placed my things down on the desk and sat down. I saw Evelyn coming my way. While I was watching her, a sudden thought that had been stubbornly doing laps in my mind, came to a screeching halt and allowed me to focus on it. And when I focused on it, a very cold realisation settled in: this girl is my assassin?! I mean, she could perhaps do it; I had seen enough Avengers movie to know that Natasha Romanoff is one hell of an agent, but that is reel, and this is real.

I was getting really panicked over this, because Evelyn did not look like someone who should be sent out in cold blood to kill and probably get killed.

This realisation hit me so hard that when she reached to her seat and said, "Hello" , I did the most chivalrous and definitely not the most embarrassing thing I have ever done in my life. I heard Evelyn say, "Wow, rude...", before...

...I passed out.

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What do you think of Evelyn?

Most importantly, how many of you saw it coming?😁😁😁😁

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Till the next chapter...

May the force be with you
- (fetching water to revive Joshua) Natasha.