• Her body walked a few feet from me then turned. “Your going to be nice, quiet, and do everything I say for the rest of this mission.” I nodded. “Now cover that damn boner of yours and lets get out of here.”
    I glanced down only to realize she was correct and I did have a boner. ********. Damn sexy in control b***h. I pulled my pants on and tightened them with a belt then threw on a red shirt. As I turned back to her it suddenly hit me who she was.
    “Your Sarayi Anat. The girl that sits in the back of the classroom.” I knew my eyes were wide with my surprise but she didn’t even notice, it seemed. Instead of freaking out at me or pointing her silver pistol at me she just turned toward the window.
    “Yes, I am Sarayi Anat. I am an undercover agent that protects people of interest.” I watched her back then her butt as she leaned her weight onto her left foot.
    “People of interest?” I walked around her suddenly putting my large hands on her shoulders and starred her in the eye. “You mean me?”
    “Yes, Maxwell. I mean you.” She uncrossed her arms and put her hands on my wrists. They were warm and tough but not forceful. “Some one is after you and I am here to protect you. I have been watching you since I transfered here. It is my job, my duty to keep you safe.”
    I wanted to move but I couldn’t. My hands began to shake and I couldn’t think for a moment. I watched her eyes stare back at me then they closed. She pulled my hands off her shoulders and held my hands.
    “Your going to be fine,” her hazel eyes looked up at me determined. “I’m here to protect you.”
    I nodded slowly still in shock. Sarayi let go of my hands and searched my room for a second finding my blue backpack and emptying my school supplies onto the floor. She hurried to my closet and grabbed my clothes at random stuffing the pack. When she tossed it at me my mood changed. I snatched the bag from the air and felt my body gain power and strength. That was my adrenaline kicking into my system.
    “What about my family?” I asked as she pulled her sweatshirt back on and moved for the door.
    “They will be fine if we leave now.” Her hair swung back into the midst of her hood a shadow cast across her face revealing the look of a female grim reaper. “Besides, it doesn’t matter if they die.”
    “That’s rude.” I replied not moving my gaze from the shadow. Her body turned to me hands on her hips. My eyes moved, hormonally, to her curvy sides.
    “It’s my job to be blunt. I have to tell you how it is. There is no beating around the bush when it comes to life or death. Even in importance. You are my priority so you will shut up and follow me.”
    I blinked and looked up at her eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.”
    Her lips smirked. “Good. Lets move out.” Legs turning quickly she opened the door and stepped out into the hall. I followed in a daze, my adrenaline wearing off. We moved down the dark hall to the stairs and around to the front door. I slipped my shoes on then took a glance back at the house. Nothing moved it was quiet. My parents had already left for work and my sisters were probably just getting up. I turned back to Sarayi.
    Her hand reached for the door knob but she didn’t open it. I watched her body stiffen for a moment then she moved quickly to the small entry table against the wall. She delicately ran her hand over the assortment of pictures then plucked a recent photo of my family. As she came back she handed it to me without a word then walked out into the cold Oregon morning.
    The sun made yellow and orange streaks across the gray clouds. Sarayi walked quickly down the walk ignoring the sky. I followed closing the distance between us with four strides; long legs. She didn’t look at me just kept moving. I held the photo in my hand then decided to place it in my bag.
    “Hurry up,” Sarayi called from the the corner or the drive. My parents lived up a short gravel round along the Alsea River. Highway 34 was the road that went into town and up the river. Our drive was about one hundred feet long with no one else living on it. Our yard was large and green surrounded by evergreen trees plus a few alders. Sarayi stood at the last bend in the drive around the turn was the highway and I could hear the cars.
    “Where are we going?” I asked moving quickly to her side. She pulled on her hood aimlessly then leveled her eyes with mine.
    “I told you, a safe house.”
    “I know,” I ran my hand through my greasy hair suddenly remembering that I hadn't taken a shower. “I mean specifically where?”
    “Classified.” She began walking toward the road.
    “How are we getting there?” I persisted.
    “You’ll see.” Short and sweet; man, she never elaborates. Her body moved forward in quick strides. We reached the highway in a matter of seconds. The road was empty but we could hear a few cars motoring around the curves of the foothills. The road was two lanes wide.