Escape

The Talk

"Have you gotten closer to her?"

"Yes, she doesn't suspect a thing."

"Did you place the microphones?"

"Yes, they're all in place and activated."

"Good. I knew you were the right one for the job. What about those boys she hangs out with?"

"She's mad at them, but she hasn't given any details as to why."

"I need you to befriend them, too, earn their trust."

"Yes, boss. I'll try, but I don't think they like me very much."

"What did I say about calling me that?"

"Sorry b- Alex."

"It's okay. I don't care what you have to do, but you need to earn those boys' trust. Don't forget to watch out for Marcel. I know him. He's probably already suspicious about you. You'll have to work to get his trust."

"All right. May I ask why this boy is so important to you."

...

"Have you ever been love?"

"No, I don't think I have."

"Then you wouldn't understand. You have your assignment. I'll check in with you in a week."

"I won't fail you."

"You better not, or else you're dead."

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Amar's POV

"You can do this, Amar. You can do it." I muttered to myself as I slowly walked over to them. I shook my head and walked away, then towards them. Any time I got close enough, I would turn around.

I had finally decided to talk to the boys. I was a bit curious as to what this meant. I mean, they would greet me with a small smile or wave, and I would stare then look away. I was curious how this affected our...friendship, I guess you could call it. I had a very long debate with myself about this. When I say long, I mean long. Yesterday I wanted to talk to Marcel and Niall during British Lit., but I didn't. I wasn't ready, but today... I wasn't sure if I was ready today, either.

On one side, they could've forgotten about me a long time ago. The boys probably hung out and laughed at how they made me think we were friends and how they hated every minute they spent with me, but they're not like that.

So, on the other hand, they might genuinely miss me. It took me a while to admit it, but I miss the boys, too. Oddly enough, I yearned their wild behaviour. It might be because I haven't had the typical teenage years like everyone else. Through my high school years, everyone bullied me. At home, my parents ignored me, and my brothers treated me as if I wasn't a part of the family, and the only friend I ever had, killed himself. I never went to parties. The party I met Louis was a complete coincidence. I was taking a night stroll, and I guess I just walked into the house. That was my first party and the first time I got drunk.

When I was with them, I got to be a regular teenage girl. I didn't have to be the pathetic girl everyone hates and bullies. I got another opportunity at friends. I got to be me, Amar.

They were sitting at the bleachers, Niall's head on Marcel's lap and Liam's head on Zayn's lap. I couldn't wait until they finally got together, to be honest. Niall, Marcel and Liam were having a conversation while Louis and Zayn were listening. Coach allowed us to change back into our clothes early. I knew I shouldn't be complaining, but it was weirding me out. He would usually be our arses and yelling how big disappointments we are. Now, he seats at his desk, asleep with a sign that says 'do not disturb'. It seems like we got a clone version of Coach Romero, just lazier.