Cory's pov
"Cory, put your fucking hands up." Shelby said, holding the gun up.

"Shelby, you have to let me explain. Please." I said, not putting my hands up.

"I SAID HANDS UP!" She pointed the gun straight at my head.

Now I know what you're thinking. Cory, what the fuck did you do this time? Well, let's look.

I'm an assassin. I kill people for money. Rarely. In modern day, the most I'm used for is for stopping a robbery. Really.

It's not a honest living, but really I don't care.

See, it's easy for me too hide. But not from Shelby.

Shelby, the pure hearted sweety you all wish you could jerk off to, is a cop. Which is great.

So, everything is awesome in my life. And of course I get to have a crush on her, because this is a Corby book.

What? Think I don't know you're there? I do. Deal with it fucking twats.

I've got everything working out for me. So I'm hanging out, when I get a call to go stop a robbery. Pretty simple, right?

Let's just say, the robbers got away, and Shelby caught me there. So yeah, that's nice.

"Shelby, let me expla-" She shot me, right in my hand. I looked at my hand. She shot it straight through the middle, the size of an eyesocket, and you could see right through it.

I grabbed my hand and stopped myself from screaming out in pain. She still held the gun steadily.

Another shot ran out. This time, I saw her hand slipped and she fired twice and hit in my right arm both times. And this time, I couldn't stop myself from screaming. My knees gave out, and I fell to the ground.

She dropped her gun and ran over to me. She fell down too, and checked my bullet wounds.

"Coryimsosorryishouldhavelistenedtoyou!" She blurred out. I looked up at her, her eyes filling with tears. I managed to sit up, and looked her in the eyes. "Shubs, I'm fine-" She tugged me forward into her lips, and then, ya know, we lived happily ever after.

Expect when Shelby killed on snake on accident. She cried for 3 weeks.