"Three weeks!" I exclaimed and threw my shoe against Blake's bedroom wall. "It's been three weeks and I'm going to murder somebody!"
"Look on the bright side," Blake said optimistically.
"What bright side? I'm going to rip off her head and spit down her throat!" I yelled. "I can't stand her!"
"I'm sure the feeling is mutual," Blake chuckled.
"I don't care! I'm not the one that's moved into her house!" I sighed angrily and stood up from Blake's bed. I pulled my underwear on and flipped Blake off when I saw him blatantly staring at me.
"Stop yelling, it's too early," Blake said. "Come back to bed."
"I'm not having sex again," I said.
"It might relieve your anger," Blake smirked.
"More like relieve your urges," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I need to go to the Agency."
"Oh yeah, first day of freedom," Blake grinned. "What are you planning on doing?"
"Getting pissed," I said. "Beth and I are going out."
"Where was my invite?"
"What invite?" I said and blasted myself with deodorant. "I've got to see James, then Rob, then I have to train and then I'm coming home, getting cleaned up and heading straight out."
"Maybe we'll join you," Blake smirked.
"We?"
"The guys."
"As long as the bitch doesn't come then I don't care," I shrugged.
I really wanted to kill Emma. She did everything she could to make my life a misery.
Yesterday she "trod" on my laptop, that was not left on the floor last time I saw it, with her six inch high heels and managed to plunge a hole through the middle of it. How she managed it I had no idea. Eli had to hold me back before I could strangle her.
I could easily snitch to Rob, but I was going to get her back when she least fucking expected it.
I mean, I was the trained killer and she was barely scraping through recruit basics.
I dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a white vest top, giving Blake an eye full when I bent over and pulled my shoes on.
"How are you getting there?" Blake wondered as I grabbed my jacket and slipped it on.
"Eli," I muttered and picked up my phone.
"Ah, your bestie," Blake grinned and I rolled my eyes.
"Goodbye."
"Where's my kiss?" Blake smirked.
"Fuck off," I called and walked out of the room just as Dante walked out of his.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I said coldly.
"So... You and Blake-"
"We fuck, that's it," I said.
"Nothing more?" Dante wondered and I shook my head. "So... Would you be willing to-"
"Don't even go there," I cringed and walked past him and down the stairs and into the kitchen where Emma was sitting at the table with Mason. "I'm just bumping into all my favourite people," I said sarcastically and Emma glared at me. I ignored her and grabbed an apple from the side, turning round only to crash into Eli. "Even better,"
I muttered.
"Watch it!" He scowled.
"Watch it!" I mimicked and rolled my eyes.
"Fuck off," he scoffed.
"Original," I sneered.
"Childish," he snapped and shook his head. "Get out of my face, Daisy."
"Gladly," I said and barged past him.
"Oh just fuck already!" Mason yelled and I raised my eyebrows at him. "The sexual tension between you two is giving me a hard on!"
"I wouldn't go near her with a four foot pole," Eli said.
"You've got more chance of me fucking you, Mason, than me ever touching him," I said and Mason's eyes lit up.
"The odds are pretty high then," he smirked and I flipped him off, biting into my apple.
"When are we going?" I said impatiently.
"When Joey and Noah get their asses downstairs," Eli said.
"Ah, Hampson, you fat shit!" Carter yelled loudly and I poked my head out of the kitchen door and saw Carter helping Hampson down the stairs, with most of Hampson's weight being held up by Carter who was struggling. "I don't need crutches he said," Carter muttered and rolled his eyes. "Hampson, you need fucking crutches, you heavy lump!"
I smirked in amusement as Carter struggled to carry Hampson into the kitchen and finally Hampson sat down at the table. We caught eyes and he nodded to me and I returned the nod.
"Hungry?" Eli asked Hampson who shook his head. "You need to eat, man."
"I will," Hampson muttered and waved his hand dismissively.
"Make sure you do," Eli warned.
"Wow, who knew you had emotions," I said sarcastically.
Eli rolled his eyes. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," he said.
"Does it look like I give a shit?" I said and shrugged my shoulders.
"Obviously not," Emma murmured, looking me up and down, her nose wrinkling in disgust.
"You wanna repeat that?" I snapped and stepped forward, but Eli grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back.
"You're so close to freedom," Eli muttered. "Don't fucking screw it up now."
"And you care because?" I wondered, looking up at him.
"I'm sick of driving you everywhere," he said quickly and let go of me, taking a few steps back.
"Sorry we're late!" Joey called, rushing into the kitchen with Noah behind him. "We're here now, we're ready!"
"About time," Eli muttered and barged my shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen. "Let's go!"
"Daisy, how are you?" James asked as I sat down on his sofa in his office.
"Bored," I stated. "Can we speed this up a little bit so I can go home?"
"How are you feeling now that you know you're going to get your freedom back?" James asked.
"I wouldn't go as far as to call it freedom," I said and rolled my eyes. "More like observed captivity."
"You're not captured, Daisy," James frowned.
"But I'm not free to leave the confines of this town am I?"
"Not until we know you will come back."
"And when will you know that?"
"Judging by your commitment to the Agency," James said and rolled his eyes. "I think you know the answer."
"But I want to know what you think."
"At this moment in time I believe we will never be able to trust you," James shrugged.
"I'm sure that's exactly what Rob wants to hear," I said sarcastically.
"How is living with your new housemates, Daisy?"
"Great."
"Drop the sarcasm please, Daisy," James said. "I want an honest answer."
"I want to kill Emma, shoot Dante, occasionally punch Noah and shake Joey and tell him to get the hell away from this place," I said.
"Mixed emotions then," James nodded.
"I think it's pretty clear."
"Eli informed me you and Emma don't get along."
"You spoke to Eli?"
"I speak to all of your housemates, excluding the newcomers, about you."
"That's fucking creepy and I wouldn't trust a word that comes out of Eli's mouth."
"It matches up to your character that I see," James shrugged.
"My character?"
"Yes, your personality. How you act, what you're like-"
"Yes," I snapped. "I know."
"It shows that how you are in my office with me is how you are in real life."
"Do you speak to Blake?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"He cares for you, Daisy, he only wants you to be happy."
"What did he say?"
"That you're not happy."
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "So do I have any privacy whatsoever?" I snapped. "Or does everything I say get forwarded to you?"
"Daisy, I'm just trying to help-"
"Help?" I scoffed. "No, you're not. You just want me to not run. You want me to want to be here at the Agency. You don't want to help, you want to manipulate and brainwash me so I feel happy about being here! James, let me tell you something that you should already know; I will never accept being here. The only reason I'm sitting in this chair is because I'd be forced to if I didn't turn up and because of this stupid fucking tracker in my wrist! You better pray there's not a way to deactivate it because if there is then I will find it and as soon as I do I'll be gone."
James sighed and pursed his lips. "That's it for today, Daisy. You may see your father now."
I shot up from my seat and scowled then James turned to his computer and started to rapidly type. "When I have got to be here next?"
"Have a week to yourself. I shall see you next Friday," James said and I walked out of the room, muttering a sarcastic thanks as I did.
I rolled my eyes at the stares I received as I made my way to the lift. It wasn't like I was going to take someone hostage again, things like that get boring after doing them once.
I stepped into the lift with other agents and I smirked when the girl I held hostage walked in. Her eyes widened and she edged as far away from me as possible. The guy she was with glanced warily at me.
"No hard feelings, right?" I said once the doors were closed, breaking the extremely awkward silence.
"Excuse me?" The girl stuttered.
"You know, for the whole knife to your throat thing," I said. "It was nothing personal."
"You held me at knife point!" The girl gasped.
"I would have done it to anyone, you were just closest," I shrugged. "If you get scared at that happening then you'll have a lot more to worry about when you go on missions."
"Is it true?" The guy blurted.
"You're going to need to elaborate on that, mate."
"You got captured on a mission and were tortured?"
"How does everyone know about that?" I muttered and shook my head. "Yes, it's true."
"How did you survive?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Apparently I nearly died."
"Shit," the guy gasped.
I sighed and followed after him. I sat in the passenger seat and I glared at Emma in the mirror when she got in the car, followed my Dante, Noah and Joey.
"Er... Isn't this illegal?" Joey said, looking at the four people in the back seat.
"We kill people," Eli shrugged and started the engine. "Screw the law."
Joey quickly shut the door and Eli pulled off the driveway.
The car was silent for a while and I chewed on my lip, not liking the awkward silence. I glanced at the radio and reached forward at the same time Eli did. Our hands clashed and we both quickly pulled away. I slowly reached forward the second time and turned the radio on, tuning it to Kiss FM.
"Not this shit," Eli said and changed the challenge.
"Hey! I liked that song!" I argued at changed the channel back. Eli raised his eyebrows at me and swapped the channels again. I gasped when he grabbed my hand when I reached for the radio. "Get off!"
"Stop changing the channels," Eli ordered.
"Let go of me."
"Daisy, for every second I'm looking at you I'm not paying attention to the road so if we crash I'm blaming you," Eli snapped and roughly shoved my hand away. He looked back at the road, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and ignoring my glare.
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Ass," I grumbled.
"Daisy, how comes you're going to the Agency?" Noah asked and I looked at him in the reflection of the mirror.
"That's none of your concern," I shrugged.
"Did you do something else wrong?" Dante called and I arched an eyebrow.
"Why do you assume I've done something wrong?" I snapped.
"People talk," Dante shrugged. "You're not the ideal agent."
"I'm not an agent," I said. "And if you carry on listening to shit about me I will rip your ears off and make you eat them so you shit them back out."
I saw Eli turn to look at me out of the corner of my eye, but he didn't comment.
"Someone's sensitive," Dante scoffed.
"Shut up, man," Joey frowned. "Daisy is actually nice." Joey caught my eye and smirked. "Deep down."
"Watch it," I warned but chuckled.
"She's also a great kisser," Noah added.
"Half the Agency could tell you that," Eli muttered.
"Noah, shut the fuck up. Eli, if you weren't driving I would have thumped you. I'm not a slut," I scowled.
"Of course not, princess," Eli said, smiling sweetly at me.
"Screw the driving," I muttered and punched Eli hard on the arm.
"Jesus!" He yelled and the car swerved slightly as he clutched him arm. "Fucking hell, I'm driving!"
"You shouldn't have called me a slut," I shrugged. "Or princess."
"You're mental."
"And you're an ass."
"You don't just punch people that are driving!"
"You don't go around calling them sluts!" I snapped. "I'm not a slut. Fucking Blake does not make me a slut."
"I think you'll find it does," Emma muttered.
"If you want to carry on breathing then shut the fuck up," I called. "You can talk, little miss bitch. It took Mason two days to get into your knickers, or lack of knickers."
In the reflection of the mirror I saw Emma's mouth drop and she went bright red. "I-I don't know what you're talking a-about!" She gasped.
"You fucked Mason?" Eli said and shook his head in disgust. "Jheeze, he'd fuck a mannequin if it had a vagina."
"How did you know!" Emma hissed.
"I've lived with these guys for over a year, I know them," I said and rolled my eyes. "You have no right to call me a slut. Oh, and I really hope Mason hadn't gotten rid of his STD."
I smirked when Emma's mouth dropped and an ear piercing screech filled the car.