Will do, have to start writing, because I was gone and left my phone, then I had to charge it when I got back, and it keeps losing service so I don't know when the next update will be
Ok, I finally wrote the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, I was really busy. But now you can read it!!
Chapter 7: The whole night I was thinking about Nate. I guess you could say I was hooked on him. I didn't know if I liked him or if he liked me. He's a killer, a murder. How can I trust him? He apparently trusts me enough to almost kiss me in front of my dad. What was I hooked on? Was it the face that he killed my best friend? His midnight blue eyes? His laugh? His attitude? His lies? What could it be? I fell asleep, but got woken up by my phone. Someone was calling me. Out of all the people I could possibly guess, it was Ashely. She texted me before saying she got out of the hospital. And saw what happened with me and him after she got shot, in the arm. Oh, no. She knew my secret, our secret. She must have seen us kissing after she got shot. This couldn't be good. I had to see her, to tell her not to tell anyone. If she did, I can never met Nate truly. I answer my phone quickly. "Hello, is this Megan?" she asked. I though for a second, what if I said no. Would she say something about me and Nate? Or has she already? Please say she didn't! She didn't say anything about it so I got a little calm. "Umm, yes?" I said, confessing that I was myself. "We need to talk! Soon, now, tomorrow! I don't care we just need to talk!" She commanded me over the phone. I got nervous, did she know about something? Is that why she was mad? I didn't ask, I just nodded. I looked at the time, 11:24. "All right, "I said trying to sound calm," tomorrow we shall met up at the park." "No! That's too public! We need to talk in private!" She yelled like she was being murdered. Oh, how that brought up that night. It got my more nervous. "I'll met you at my house! Tomorrow at 11 am. DON'T be late!" She commanded at me. All I could do was listen. Ashely was so demanding, one of the things why I didn't like her. The next day, I didn't dare be late to that meeting. She was scary and mean. I wish I was as brave as her. I met at her house and she opened the door quickly. "We don't have enough time," she said pulling my into her house quickly. She had a cast over her left arm, but it looked like she could still use it. Like it didn't even get shot. "What did he tell you so far?" She asked. I stared at her blankly. What was she talking about? Why didn't we have enough time? "Did he even tell you?!" She asked madly. I couldn't say anything, I just shook my head. "Sweetie, do you even know what I'm talking about?" She asked calmer. I shook my head again. "Dammit!" She yelled and grabs knife and plunged it into the hard counter. The knife went in like butter, but Ashely barely noticed. She didn't care, she was to pissed. "What?" I whispered, trying not to get her more mad. She might start punching my with her good arm. She didn't, she just gave me the hand. "I can't say," she confessed," it isn't my mission to tell you. He has to. Stupid new, young agent!" "What? Agent?" I asked. She covered her mouth. "I can't tell you! He has to!" She yelled. "Who?" I yelled back finally. "Me," a familiar guy voice said. I turned around to see who it was. It was Nate. What the he// is he doing here?!