The Agent's Priority

C1

I roam my eyes around the crowded grounds just inside the ever so large gates of Neandro State University (NSU)

Though we are certainly out of hearing range we we're not that sheilded from their loud chattering and multiple finger pointing as we or rather I impatiently wait for a certain dark blonde haired, brown eyed boy

"What's taking that spoiled little brat too long?" I grumbled tapping my foot on the cemented ground impatiently slumping back to my black Audi "Why don't we just—"

"No Zai we're not going back to the cafeteria" Lance scolds from beside me as he crossed his arms also searching through the crowd "But seriously, what's taking him this long?"

Agent Lance Calvert, my bestfriend and primary partner in crime more like missions for almost about 6 years—well ages according to him. His once blonde hair now dyed into an ash grey color contrasting to his light blue eyes

I shrugged blankly staring back at some students glancing at us whilst rolling up the long sleeves of my button up of our school uniform to my elbows

"Do you think some terrorists already have his head?" I beamed feigning excitement and interest at Lance as he rolled his eyes at me tugging on his tie loose

"Terrorists have whose head?"

I snap my dark grey eyes at the reason of my time being wasted

I squint my eyes at the brown eyed and messy dark blonde haired excitdedly smirking idiot

As expected... an attractive time wasting jerk

"Ah... Mr. Timothy Anderson, I'm agent Lance Olivarez at your service" Lance shook his hand politely and proffesionally dragging out his middle name followed by a fake surname "and this is my partner agent Zaiarhys Corell" he gestures to my unapprochable form narrowing his eyes at me warningly

Ignoring the outstretched hand I just watched him blankly assesing him from top to bottom

Neat, well-polished, portraying slight nervousness by the constant shoving of his hands in his pockets

I blinked my sour scowl easing up a bit

Still ignoring the awkward smile on his light tanned face I switched my attention to the three secret service agents in their signature suits and dark tinted shades then gestured to the bags on their hands with a single nod

The two of them got the message and began marching stiffly towards the direction to the right where the boys dormitory building must be all while the other one chose to stick to Timothy Anderson's side

SSA Agent's: stiff as heck

"I'm sorry is she mute?" Someone tried to whisper in a hush tone, though I didn't detect a hint of mockery nor any kind of humor on his voice I still got irritated either way 

Bending down to grab my black duffle bag I narrowed my eyes on his curious brown eyes that is now widenening in realization but before he could apologize I was already walking towards him with my shoulder bumping his, making him tense up at the slight contact

"Settle in your dorm then get to your 9 am class right after. Don't waste my time waiting any longer than this Sir Anderson" I whisper lowly and straight to the point over my shoulder and to his back emphasizing his last name rather harshly before continuing on my stride towards where the said class will be

Leaving Lance to do the explaining and I'll handle his lecture later but now I'd rather clear out the entire hallway and the classroom than talk with him without being... polite