Summary:
An assassin passing her town was never what June expected. He had skills far more advanced than her. He was powerful and held high connections.

CHAPTER 1.

"June, wake up. Mr. Alexander's been looking for you." A hand shook her awake. She had been taking a nap in the student council room on top of the stack of boxes in the corner. June whined in protest and swatted the hand away. She turned onto her side, thinking she was in bed, and then fell ungraciously to the ground. Cole rolled his eyes as he heard a loud thud, accompanying a few unsightly words. "You up now," He called teasingly, "June?" He ran a hand through his dark hair.

She moaned angrily in response. She reached out a hand for Cole to help her up, when the door started to open. Instantly, she let go and dropped back to the ground.

"Ah Cole, have you seen the folders for the festival? June was supposed to send them to me. . . What are you doing?" Mr. Alexander asked, staring at Cole who was still bent over the boxes and his hand still held out for June. June quickly pushed a few folders into his hand and stayed hidden. Cole held them up and handed them to Mr. Alexander.

"I was just stretching. Found them." He grinned. He took them and thanked Cole. Mr. Alexander's was a teacher in his late 60's. He was the principal of their school and part-time English teacher. He had taught teenagers for so long that he knew their thought process. He was very popular and so loved by the students that even the students that had graduated years before still visited him. June was particularly close to him because he had been her grandfather's best friend; his house just across the street from her family's.

He opened the door again to leave, but turned back for a second.

"When June is finished with her little nap, tell her she can start organizing the books on my shelf in the English classroom." He smiled. June sighed and got up from behind the boxes.

"Yes sir." She said gloomily. Mr. Alexander gave a small chuckle and left. She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

"What time is it?" She asked yawning. She tied up her hair into a pony tail. Her hair wasn't long enough to fully tie up so half of her hair always hung on the sides of her face. It was the only way she could style her hair so it would look good. Her hair was straight. It didn't go any other way, no matter what she tried. She had tried curling it once, and it still stayed as straight as glass. So she cut it short. It hung halfway down her neck in a layered fashion. She inherited her hair from her mother. Her mother was a half. Part Japanese and part Filipino. Her Father was English. She got the colour of her hair from him; dark mahogany shade. She hardly got any other looks from her father. They were probably in her features somewhere, but it was definitely hard to notice. The only thing that was noticeable was her eyes, but they were a mixture of colour between her father and mother, sort of a brownish green.

Cole checked his watch. It was almost an hour after school had ended. Some of the students had stayed after school to help with the preparation for the annual school festival. While everyone was running around doing errands, June had taken the free time to take a nap. It was a pretty bad example, especially for the younger grades since she was the vice-president of the student council.

"Funny how you can never hide anything from him, hey?" Cole said jokingly after she had finished arranging the books in his classroom. June nodded seriously in agreement. Cole was her best friend and jokingly, her lover. To put it simply, they had known each other even before they had been born. The two were like soul mates. Their mother's had been issued to the same hospital on the same day. Cole was almost a full day older. Their parents had jokingly said that they were twins in different wombs.

Of course, June didn't think much of their relationship. You could say she did know that it was obvious that one day she would marry him. She loved him too much not to. She knew they were meant for each other. But, in her teenage mind, she still didn't want to accept it. She was mature enough to realize that she was too young to be in love. Her philosophy was that teenagers were stupid. They didn't know what love was. Teenagers say they love each other all the time, but really, they're only in love with the idea of being in love and she wasn't going to give in to love yet. In reality, she was probably just scared of an actual relationship. If something happened, she didn't want anyone to get hurt and she definitely didn't want their relationship to change and be awkward.

"Why don't you date some other girls?" His friends always told him. "You really want to wait for her and be stuck with her for the rest of your life?"

He'd always grin in reply and say, "Yeah, I do."

June turned the page of her math textbook, filled with boredom. The class was quiet. Everyone was doing their homework, obediently, after the notes were done, letting their teacher relax for once. Mr. Grant was currently at his desk, sipping a dark coffee with a serene look on his face. The corner of June's mouth lifted into a small smile. She had to feel good for him. He almost never was able to get the class to be quiet, especially at the end of the day.

Leaning back in her chair, she raised her arms, stretching. At the same time, her eyes widened in embarrassment as a loud growling sound erupted from her stomach. All eyes turned to her and grinned with giggles. Her cheeks filled with a light pink. "Oh shut up, you guys. I'm starving, I can't help it." She said picking up her textbook and hiding behind it. Her friend sitting behind her patted her back in an attempt to comfort her embarrassment. To make it worse, Mr. Grant laughed also, forcing her to slide down her chair and hide her face. The laughter died soon after, much to June's relief.

The bell rang a few minutes later, signaling the home time and June darted out of the class and headed straight for her locker. She rummaged through the unorganized mess of binders and loose papers and made a mental note to clean up before the next scheduled locker check. Throwing in her math textbook, she grabbed the homework for her other classes and slammed the locker closed. Someone called out her name and she turned around to wave a smile at a group of students in her grade. After they passed, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and merged into the crowd of students. She spotted Cole waiting at the railing above the stairs talking to Amanda Burke, a girl they saw around the school at times.

"Hey Amanda!" June smiled.

"Hello June." She smiled shyly.

"We're going to the café on the corner, you wanna come?" Cole offered.

"The one run by that nice old lady?" They both nodded. Amanda shook her head with a small smile. She was a quiet girl, a kind of person that would always be in the middle of a high school social pole. "I'd love to, but I can't. My Dad's coming home from the U.S today from a business trip. He's been gone for a month so I want to spend as much time with him before he has to leave again."

"That's cool then, we'll see you later." June waved as Amanda disappeared down the hall.

June and Cole walked into the small café near the school. It was a quaint little store. Cole was sure that him and June were the only customers that went in there everyday. They hung out there so much that they knew the patterns of people that came in each week. It was usually the same people every day give or take the occasional person passing through town. The owner of the store was an old lady, Ms. Ellie Andrews, who always held a sweet smile and thought Cole and June were young adults that had married young. Everyday she would change the story of how she thought they had met and fell in love. At first, June would protest, but then after a few days of the story changing everyday, she put up with it and eventually found it fascinating to listen to.

They sat down at the counter and waved to Ms. Andrews who immediately started fixing them drinks. Cole looked around and waved to the elderly couple in the corner table. Ms. Andrews waddled over to them from the other side of the counter and pushed the steaming mugs of hot chocolate into their eager hands.

"Thanks Ms. Andrews." Cole said happily. Ms. Andrews raised an eyebrow and quickly snatched his mug back from him. "Oh, right. Thanks Ellie." He corrected himself and grinned like a child when she returned the drink. Ms. Andrews left to clean the counter and Cole turned to June.

"It feels awkward to call her by her first name. I feel like I'm being rude." He whispered. June took a sip of her drink.

"Aren't you used to it by now? Besides, it makes her feel young. Let her have her fun." She fished out a mini marshmallow out of her mug and popped it into her mouth.

"That's the thing! She's not young!" Cole whined. June shushed him by holding her finger to her lips.