My rejected Assassin

Beep! Beep! Beep!
My alarm clock blared, shattering the morning's peace. "Hayls! Get up!" my brother Austin yelled from downstairs, his voice already hinting at the day's impatience. I groaned, pulling the covers tighter around me, but the smell of chocolate pancakes and waffles wafting up from the kitchen was too tempting to resist.
After a quick shower, I pulled on my usual white skinny jeans and a black long-sleeve crop jumper, tying my hair into a messy bun. Downstairs, the kitchen was alive with the familiar morning chatter of my parents, Austin, and my cousin Jared. I kissed Mom and Dad good morning, grabbed my Converses, and quickly devoured my breakfast.
Soon, Austin and I were in the car, Jared following in his own. School was just a blur until I spotted Kylie, my best friend and the beta's daughter. "Hey!" she yelled, and I called back, already feeling a sense of normalcy settle in. But that feeling vanished the moment the most amazing scent hit me: fresh raindrops with lavender and honey. It grew stronger, pulling me in, until the person who owned it stood right before me. Erik Andrews. The playboy of the school. He looked at me with disgust, and fear tightened its grip. I knew what was coming next.
