Their Secret Little Assassin

Chapter Seventy Three

"Thank you for letting me in," I tell him.

"Are you gonna give it a shot?" He asks.

"No," I shrug.

I get up to leave the room and walked passed Ezio and Mr. Williams.

I turned back to look at them.

"How low do you have to be to make up a story like that?" I question.

"You said you were a good actor," Ezio whispered to Dante.

"She's an assassin, let's be real, she can read us faster than she reads a book," Dante shrugs.

"I know half of the story was true, you definitely went there, but you didn't try to commit. It was a different reason. Was it Ezio's fault? Childhood trauma maybe? Just venting about the life you were born into? When you're ready to tell me the truth I'll be upstairs waiting and then maybe... MAYBE, I'll consider going," I smirk.

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It's been like a week and they still haven't told me.

Alessio goes back on Saturday and it's already Wednesday, but also my first day of school back.

I'm actually really excited, I got up extra early to get ready for it.

I made my way out of the shower and into my closet.

As I scooped out my clothes I realized that they all look ugly.

I mean I know they aren't but they look all muted and gross.

I threw on a black shirt and gray sweatpants and made my way to Elmo's room.

I stood on his bed looking down on him.

"Elmo!" I yell at him.

He woke up and tried to knock me down, but I jumped off his bed before he could attack me.

"What do you want, Belle?" He yawned as he rolled into his pillow.

This is kind of embarrassing, I didn't really think it through.

"Um, nevermind. Sorry," I say as I go to leave his room.

"Don't apologize, what did you need?" He asks again.

He sat up in his bed and turned on the light.

"It's nothing," I say.

"You need help?" He asks a bit of shock on his face.

"No," I scoffed. "I never need help."

"Picking out clothes," he smirks.

"I'm leaving," I tell him.

"Let's go," He smiled at me.

He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder to lead the way.

I smiled a little even though I really didn't want to be touched, I'm getting a bit better at it.

I led him into my closet and he sorted through the clothes.

"These are all so small," he scoffs at them. "Let me get you something from my closet."

"Just help me look for colors," I sigh.

I start holding up articles of clothing and asking the color.

I put them in a pile on the floor in sorted colors and dismissed Elmo.

I closed the closet door and got dressed after.