Chapter 17

Emily's P.O.V

Once Alvin and I got to the carpark he made his way to a black Porsche and getting on it, I was slightly impressed but I tried to not show it. We got onto the car and when he was starting up the car I couldn't help but furrowed my brows as I was worried about the place he will be bringing me to for ice cream. How am I suppose to end his life at a place filled with crazy teenagers running around?

"Emy. . . Is something wrong? Do you not want to go for ice cream or do you not like the car?" hearing Alvin's voice, I stopped thinking about the issue and looked straight into his eyes thinking of how I should even reply to him, here I am thinking of ways to kill him yet there he goes worried that I might be unhappy about something, why can't he just be more hateful or mean to me at least I wouldn't feel so guilty having to kill him. . . I've never once felt emotions such as guilt as I was trained to discard all worldly emotions, so why is he such an exception I kept wondering to myself. His expression got uglier and uglier by the minute and looks as though he is about to break down if I do not give him a reply.

"No nothing is wrong just that I am not a fan of malls or crowded areas so I hope you aren't going to bring me to places with crowds. . . And I think your car is really cool." I gave a random excuse that I am not a people person and wanted to avoid crowds and once he heard that his expression changed, he doesn't look like he is on the brink of a breakdown and even his gaze seemed to be softer.

"Just trust me alright, it won't be the mall or a crowded place, just sit back and relax until the car ride is over princess." As he said that he had on a devilish grin and just by looking at his grin, it sent shivers down my spine, I felt blood rushing to my face as he called me princess and even though I should have rebutted the way he called me princess made me feel inexplicably happy, I simply shifted my gaze away from him and spend all my attention looking at the clouds in the sky.

20 minutes passed and the car came to a complete stop, once again, confusion strikes me again, I didn't get off the car as I thought we were at the wrong place but once I saw Alvin getting off the car I know that we were definitely not in the wrong place. He opened the car door for me and held it there as I got out and started taking in my surroundings. To my left there are trees, to my right, there are more trees, lets not even get me started on my front and my back, if I am not wrong, we should be at the forest near the edge of the city we were from. I looked towards Alvin blinking my eyes in confusion and was hoping he will explain what was going on as how can there be any ice cream in the forest. . . Oh, crap can it be, that he knows about my mission and he wants to kill me off first instead? Stupid me how can I trust him just like that. Before I could do anything, Alvin closed the car door, locked the car and then started dragging me deeper into the forest. My brain was now thinking of the many possibilities that might happen and paranoia was starting to mess with me, scenes such as rape then murder or even just torture and murder. My right hand was flopping at the side of my skirt as I was being dragged by my left hand, that was when I felt a hard object in the hidden pocket of my modified school skirt, I reached in and felt a cold metal feeling, that was when I remembered I had my mini dagger covered in its sheath in my pocket. I was about to take it out and attack Alvin but before any of that was going to happen, he stopped and due to his sudden stop I crashed into him causing me to yelp in surprise and my hand slipped out of my pocket without taking out my dagger.

"I know it isn't much but I hope you like it." I was lost for a moment wondering what he was saying as I thought that he was about to kill me but my thinking was way off and I was totally not expecting what I was about to see. I looked towards the clearing in front of us and there laid a nicely set pink mat with flower petals all scattered around with a picnic basket in the middle, my heart was filled with unexplainable feelings, I was speechless and I felt tears welling up. No one has ever been this good to me before and now the one and the only person who is nice to me is the one who I have to kill. . . .Why must God play such a cruel joke on me.

As tears started rolling down my cheeks, Alvin went into a full-on panic mode.

"Is it bad? Do you not like it? Don't cry, please don't cry. . . Even though you still look beautiful while crying, if you don't like it we can just go elsewhere for ice cream." Alvin's face was full of devastation and the sight of it looks a little hilarious, I sniffled and rubbed my tears away as I couldn't help but let out a giggle, for the first time in so many years this is the first time I felt like I am smiling and laughing from the bottom of my heart.

"Dummy, I am just touched, I like it. . . ." I flashed him a smile to show that I really like it, currently nothing else mattered, not even the mission. . . I know it is very unprofessional of me but how am I suppose to kill someone when they treat me so well. At least all the other guys I have killed have done many evil and immoral things and all they have ever wanted from me is to get into my pants. Maybe I can have a talk with father and maybe we can spare Alvin's life. . . Or there might be other ways to take over Alvin's dad company instead.

Alvin led me over to the mat and opened the basket revealing lots of dry ice packs with several Ben and Jerry's ice cream tubs in it, there were quite a few flavors.

"I didn't know what flavors you like so I just bought a few different flavors and the more popular ones." He gave a sheepish smile while scratching the lower back of his head. I looked at the different flavors and spotted my 2 all-time favorite, vanilla as well chocolate chips.

"No worries, you got my 2 favorite types." I couldn't contain my excitement and exclaimed.

We started chit-chatting about random stuff such as our hobbies and all while we were eating the ice cream.

"Why not we play 21 questions?" He suggested.

"Sure." So he started first.

Alvin: What is your favorite animal?

Emily: Rabbits, because they are so cute and fluffy.

As I replied I saw a slight disappointment flashed in his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it arrived, I brushed it off and started with my question.

Emily: Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

Alvin: Extrovert, how about you?

Emily: I am more of an introvert.

Alvin: Oh, uh, soooo, how many guys have you dated?

Emily: None, I've never once been on an actual date.

I wasn't expecting that question but I replied as honestly as I could, it wasn't particularly a lie as all the past dates weren't even considered dates they simply wanted to get into my pants and those dates were for missions, even this hangout was for a mission at first, actually coming to think about it. . . Currently, why does it feel more and more like I am on a date? I wrinkled my nose and shot him a question.

"Are we currently on a date?"