176 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 14

Friday, 9th Of March 2018. 1400 Hours. 9-G.

[From Echo]

I've tweaked your skill tree. You can resist 9mm bullets and used [Focus] skill now. Simply put, you have the ability to slow time down now. Just say the word and the ability will activate. Alright, good luck, Lynn.

[End of the message]

That person, Echo, really wanted to keep me alive although I didn't want to be kept alive. Even if I tried to suicide using one of my weapons, that person would stop me before I even knew it. Simply put, he was hated and loved by me.

The class had finished. It was time to go home. Farl and Sissy didn't make any fuse so I wouldn't have anything to worry about when I went back to my home, but before that, I would go to a coffee shop located twenty blocks away from my school.

I packed my belongings and put them inside my bag. I helped the class by cleaning the whiteboard. I grabbed my backpack from my chair and walked away to the door of that classroom.

The girl stood in front of my classroom. Her hair was ponytailed, and she wore a large backpack on her back. Her name was Tara, she was my only friend in that school since the seventh grade. She was a keeper. Tara and I were friends for a very long time and I was sure that she also felt the same way.

"Heyo Lynn." She greeted me.

"Hi, Tara." She grabbed my hands like a couple and we walked together to the front gate of the school. The coffee shop itself was too far to be reached by walking alone so both of us had to take a vehicle to get there.

Luckily, Tara was a rich person, she had her own driver. I entered her car after she entered the back seat of her car. The chauffeur was a very handsome man that had the age around thirty to thirty-five years old.

I was immediately greeted by the soft breeze coming out of the air conditioner. The cold air hit my body. It felt very nice in comparison to walking to the coffee shop on this hot day.

Tara looked at me. Her red lips started moving slowly as she let out a few words from her mouth. She was known for her calming and soothing voice among our class. Most of the boys had eyes on her and most of them had confessed their love to Tara, but every single one of those confessions was rejected coldly by her.

She started talking to me about what happened to me and about what happened to my parents. I doubted that Tara had known much about the rape and murder that I had gone through. I'd rather her knowing the false truth under the presentation that I didn't know anything at all.

"Sorry, I think it's just a rumor. It was a minor family issue. That's all. My parents died because of an easily spread disease," I answered.

"Is it alcohol?" I asked.

Tara opened the cork of that alcohol bottle. It seemed to be very likely that the chauffeur allowed her to open the bottle, but I really doubt that she would be allowed to drink it.

She grabbed a glass and poured the red liquid into the wine glass. She sipped it and the chaffer didn't even react to that behavior. It made me wonder whether she was really allowed to drink alcohol or was it because her chauffeur simply didn't have the nerve to warn her.

"It has some woody apple taste. You can try this out." She poured the wine into another glass and offered it to me. I kindly refused since I was still illegal at that point. However, Tara insisted me to drink that red wine that was very expensive.

"Fine." I sipped red wine.

The liquid felt sour and had a little bit of sweetness. However, it had the same taste as a tea that was overdosed with tea. The tanginess on that wine was very real. You would have some ceiling in the roof of your mouth.

Nevertheless, that liquid was very delicious and I wanted more of it. Tara just smiled at my request and she simply poured another glass. I sipped it, drink it, and asked for more. Tara just smirked at me like a big sister.

"Oh my. You're quite a fan of alcohol aren't you?" Tara poured another glass at my glass.

"Yeah." My head has started spinning and the bottle of wine that was once full had become almost empty. There might only be a third of its content before it was drunk by me.

Tara realized that I was drunk. She noticed that my way of talking was very unusual and my face had reddened from the alcohol. Tara caressed my face slowly. She took off my glasses.

Her eyes blipped two times. Her lips move around as if it was savoring my whole body. He caressed my cheek with her soft hands. I was spellbound by her random touches.

"Tara..." I was speechless.

"Lynn... Are you still want to go to the coffee shop?" Tara asked me.

"Mmmm." I couldn't think anymore. "Not really."

"Is my house a good alternative? You are drunk and you won't be able to do anything at this point. Just stay over, once, I promise." Tara gave her idea and I just accepted.

Tara was still holding my glasses as I was very high because of the influence of the alcohol. I couldn't think about anything. When I peeked at Tara, she seemed to try something unusual. She had gone through the line of personal space. Her move was very unpredictable and very unusual.

She kept her face in front of my face If I peeked at her. I immediately felt the soft breath in my face as she did that. Tara was too charming. She might have a hidden agenda, but I wouldn't think that Tara's agenda would result in any bad things.

"Driver, house." Tara gave a command to her driver and he immediately changes the GPS coordinate to a house located in the elite area of the old town.

As the driver drove the car, Tars kept seducing me. She had touched my hair slowly, each finger of her hands represented a very different emotion. Tara held my shoulders. She really wanted my attention or something.

It only took us half an hour until we arrived at Tara's house. The house had three levels and had a very large garden that was surrounded by metal fences. The front door of the house opened automatically as the car entered the house itself.

Once we arrived a the garage of that house, Tara immediately got out of the car and helped me to walk. I was dead drunk at that moment. Asking two plus two wasn't a good idea to tests my drunk level because the symptoms were there, I simply couldn't think about the simplest thing.

"Easy and slow, Lynn." Tara helped me walk. Her house was empty. There was nobody besides Tara and her chauffeur in that house. She guided me upstairs.

The room was decorated with many different white-colored items of furniture. The table in that room was white, the computer was white, and the other appliances in that room were also white.

Tara guided me into her bed. She put her school coat on the nearby table. She approached me who was laying down on the bed. Tara's face became closer to my face. She looked at me slowly as I tried to grasp what was going on.

"Lynn, I have my eyes on you since we met." She said as she put her finger on my face. Her face had reddened as if something had struck her suddenly.

"Me too..." I whispered to her ears. Tara slowly put her hands on my shoulders. She hugged me as I was laying down on her bed.

"Lynn..." She pulled away from my body and her hands moved to the buttons of my school coat.

"Tara..." I put my hands at her shirt collar. Both of us started opening the buttons of our clothes one by one. Slowly, but surely, our face became red. It was expected. This move was made when both of us were drunk. I immediately did something crazy and indecent.

"I love you." I hugged Tara from the bed and Tara immediately fell to her own bed.  Both of us were laying down without face facing one another. We were a drunk couple in the middle of a bedroom without anyone watching us. Tara pulled the blanket on both of us.