The Agent's Priority

C8

"Thought you died... damn that was close"

I feel so fucking loved

"And you're dissappointed because?" Timothy raised an eyebrow

"Its saddening I tell you"

"From a tiny cut on the hand? Seriously dumbass?" I asked irritably at Lance as he just smirk at me mischeivously

"That doesn't look tiny to me" Timothy piped in frowning as he shudders at my bandage hand making me roll my eyes

Everytime I look at the wound dressing that asthma boy made I kept on remembering his last name which I happen to hear from earlier

Reed

They called him Reed

Yeah still didn't know his first name, well atleast its still his 'name'

After the incident of me halting an actual blade with my hand that ended up slicing a little deep into my skin but in my defense I manage to hold the belly of the blade with my fingers but Ken panicked that he manage to jerk the tip into my palm

And speaking of Ken and his friends well they're already reported to the Principal's office where Coach did the explaining on my stead since I flat out refused to do such something so troublesome. The complaint was quick to reach the Sullivan University and..

Let's just say that they and also their school are now kissing their popularity and reputation goodbye

"Scared of a little blood Anderson?" I taunt waving my hand on his face as he swat it away "Where's Maureen by the way? I kept calling her 3 times already"

"Said that she'll just retrieve her blazer or something and will be joining us shortly" Lance informed popping a grape into his mouth and I just hummed nodding slightly and dialed her number once more

"So who's life did you save by the way?" Tinothy asked curiously

"Don't know his name." I shrugged a shoulder refraining from saying 'asthma boy'

"Its a he... is he having lunch here?" Lance piped in looking interested

"... no, I don't see him here" not bothering to look up as I shook my head and played with my water bottle

As a matter of fact I come up to a conclusion that he does not eat lunch at the cafeteria

Dismissing the thought my eyes drifted unconciously on Timothy who sat across from me and next to Lance who's slowly shoving his mashed potato into his big ass mouth

He looked up sensing my stare and I narrowed my eyes when he smirked at me triumphantly and wiggles his eyebrows weirdly

"Don't you dare say shit." I spat just when he opened his mouth to say something

So instead he shrugged and shove a spoonful of mashed potato into his wide open mouth

"Real charming Anderson, real charming"

"That's a stupid move by the way" Lance distractedly muttered "saving a guy who has a full body protection gear with your own bare hand, what a stupid heroine"

I glared at him but chose to stayed quiet since I know he's partly right

"Reflexes" I murmured aggresively poking the lone brocolli with my fork

And its true, I didn't know what came over me that I barely even register myself pulling him out of harms away and endangering mine in return

Maybe for the fact that he is a mere civillian. And its my job to keep civillians safe everytime whenever I'm on a mission as I could without getting distracted as possible