The Agent's Priority

C28

I leaned against the wall of the building behind me and watch the busy impressively neat field as the familliar jerks play their sport

I was just passing by to get back at the block C dormitory when I see him doing laps... and now playing with them as if they we're old besties or some shit

"Thought you we're supposed to guard the President's child... agent" a voice taunt beside me as he had the audacity to lean next to me

"I am watching him now actually... which is supposed to be your job agent Brown" I stated blankly gripping the strap of my book bag when he was now talking to the supposed coach

He stayed silent feeling him tense beside me

"You knew" he grits

"You think so?" I hummed my tone dripping with dark sarcasm

"Just so you know I'm doing a fine job before you came—"

"Really now? So you know about that—" I pointed at the field where Matthew is now practicing catch with the coach "then what kind of a fucking protector are you for letting him do such thing even with his condition?!" I whisper-yelled as he continued to glare at me offended

"Because that's what he wants" he grits "he can do what he fucking wants and I'm always here to make sure he's safe—"

Shaking my head I began to walk forwards my focussed solely on the guy in question as I took every length possible to keep him safe

Why?

I don't really know...but I'm sure that if Rafa's on his shoes I'll— No

"Don't" he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder on a firm hold before I could shove him off he explained "Believe me I tried but he— he didn't listen"

Huffing I still shove his hand away counting 1-10 before leaning back on the wall stiffly with my back digging on the rough wall in attempt to restrain myself from stomping towards the panting Matthew

"on who's orders are you taking from" I stated stoically switching my gaze on his equally blank features

"The first lady"

"Why?" I demanded now leaning on my side as I faced him fully with my arms still crossed against my chest

"She might not be his biological mother but she cares about Matthew like her own" came his reply as he was now watching Matthew as my gaze trained on the side of his face "even Timothy"

I know Timothy knew about the existence of his older brother but from what I've observed it had been long since they've seen each other from the way they look at each other the same day when I had an argument with Lance

They hold the same look of longing and sadness however Timothy's was also one of disbelief's

I only wonder how long we're they separated.. why did they separate? Did the president have to do with it?

"How long have you been watching over Matthew?" I asked with my arms crossing against my chest once more

"6.. almost 7 years now" His eyebrows crossed as he thought over it "And now I'm 27"

"You're old" I stated bluntly

"And you're still young for such a job" he scoffed

Gritting my teeth I turn my glare to Matthew laughing features at what he found humurous on a long haired kind looking guy slightly taller than him as they talk