"No matter what you do Jamie I will always be the better assassin!" I yelled.

"What ever Rachel, you know you aren't!" Jamie snarled back. Swiftly I pulled out my pocket knife and pressed it hard against his throat. He had a smirk on his face lips; but I could tell he was afraid.

One thing about us Assassins is that we have a hard time controlling our anger. I'm probably the worst one in our grade. I'm not very good at self-control and anything else that has the word control in it.

Jamie's blue eyes were trembling. My hand was cramping and my arms grew heavy.

"Finish me off," Jamie spat, "Since you're a great assassin." I shook my head and put my knife back into my pocket. I smiled my hypnotic smile.

"No way," I laughed while taking a step closer to him, "You're not having me break the 'no maiming' rule."

"Because you're too weak," He spat. That just made me laugh more.

"No because I like this school." My laughing was becoming more and more like hysteria each painful minute. My stomach started hurting along with my sides.

"Rachel you okay?" Jamie asked. You would think me and Jamie were sworn enemies from that argument. But really we're really close. We love the same movies, books, shows and colors. We have this push and pulled thing going on. Like fire and ice; but with less complications. He's a lot more controlled and I'm wilder. I'm a lot more short-tempered and he's almost never losing his cool. I can honestly say he makes me want to be a better person. He gets me better than anyone in the world.

"Yeah," I giggled. My inside felt like they we're on fire and I couldn't stop laughing. "Come on let's get you to the infirmary." He said gently. I nodded and followed him as he took my hand. My lungs were going to spontaneously combust.

Every one was staring at me like I completely lost it. Great I can see the rumors now. 'Druggy goes insane' or maybe 'The new deranged lunatic.' Maybe they'll make T-shirts like they did for Jessica Staccata. It was hilarious and she got so much attention it was crazy.

When we finally reached the infirmary, I was asked a million questions. The nurse finally gave me this purple, sticky liquid to drink. As soon as it went down my throat I felt better.

"looks like some ones dirty prank," the nurse said while scowling to herself. She turned to Jamie, "Young man," she said, "I'm going to give this slip. This slip will let you stay with Miss Port, at all times, until Friday." He nodded and grabbed the slip from he hand. Jamie put his hand around my waist and I lied my head on his shoulder. We walked to My first class – Social studies.