The Agent's Priority

C6

"You're on guard this time"

I pointed at Lance and he just stuck his tongue at me with his face void of any emotion

He was slightly cranky and pale today and refused to be stuck on that dorm complaining about how it suffoctes him so here he is now wearing a very lazy yet comfortable looking outfit consisted of a loose grey sweatpants, a black band shirt and a grey unzipped hoodie, and a pair of dark tinted ray bands that made him look like he came out straight out of bed  looking like a slob

Wait is that my—

"That's my shades permhead.." I grumbled fastening my steps as he started speed walking ahead of me with my shades covering his no doubt panda eyes "Give it back. Now." I growled as he ducked low when I lunge the back of his head 

"Not now Zai..." he grunts as I spun on my heel to glare at him from behind me with his hands shoved deep inside his large hoodie pockets "Not now— brat that's my bomber jacket!"

I glanced down at my black leather bomber jacket before raising an eyebrow at him in challenge "this is mine, you lost yours back at India remember?" I curl my lip at him as I felt his own glare behind my very own rayban aviator

"That's absurd—"

"Why the fuck would I lie?!"

He paused for a moment raising my shades up to his head and crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes at my jacket which happened to be the exact same replica of the one he accidentally misplaced during our mission back at India

"For one." He held up a finger before pointing it accusingly at me "its a size too big for you—"

"You we're there when I fought sweat and vocal cords—"

"Oh please stop overexaggerating—"

"And I specifically asked for this size so don't you dare fucking—" I was already a foot away from him when a hand on my shoulder stop me

"Really guys? What was it this time.." Timothy whined exasperatedly from between us before grinning once again "come on Lance we gotta get to our morning practice or we're screwed"

I watch blankly as he successfuly steered that grumpy stealing brat away from me with the secret service agent Forlon following right behind them still as stiff as a board

"Oh See ya lateerrrr Zaia!"

Yesterday's events went like a blur, I ended up walking the blue eyed asthma boy to his Biology class, I was too preoccupied on the familiarity of his asthma attack that I didn't even get his name

I didn't even know what had gotten into me and I walk him all the way to his class which made us walk for a literal half an hour

What...? I made sure for him to get to his class safe when I made it pretty clear that I was not happy about guarding Timothy, my mission, the one I was assigned to make sure was safe 24/7?

Tuning out the proffesor, I play with my dark green pen and focussed on twisting it along my fingers

That's fucked up right?

I sound so fucked up

I am fucked up

"Miss Corell I would suggest you put that pen down and pay attention to my class"

Why can't she shut the fuck up?