Hello everybody! I know, I'm excited too about updating on my own name, but thanks for all the help Hope, Hannah and Rach :). This is my dad's spare laptop in case you guys are wondering. He got it like 2 days ago and I'm using it for 'homework'.

Hope y'all will enjoy this new story that I'm still working on :)

Jasmine xoxo

Still leaning back on Tom's chair and running a hand through his curly, black hair, Frank sighed from the recent events. He just couldn't get them out of his head. They replayed over and over and no matter how hard he tried, his couldn't shake it out of his mind. Why does she keep doing this to him? And why does it hurt so bad now?

2 hours earlier…

Frank was unclogging the boys' toilets when his mop started to flash a rapid, red light. He immediately knew what that meant. He rushed out of there as quickly as possible, making sure his cart of care-taking tools didn't fall over in the process. He made sure no one was watching when he slid open the light switch and placed his thumb on the biometric panel. Glancing around more time, Frank opened the door and pushed his cart into the corner of the cupboard. He took one final breath before pulling the lever and plummeting down to HQ.

His appearance changed dramatically when the lift doors opened. Frank now had on his M.I.9 suit on, his glasses had disappeared and his hair had been groomed a little. He was a little shocked to see the team standing there instead of Stella; he was expecting another mission. Hiding his disappointment and showing confusion, he walked over to the table in the centre of HQ, facing his team who were standing on the other side of it.

"What are you doing here?" Frank hissed at them. "You are supposed to be in class; we don't have a mission."

"But we do." Tom threw a bunch of files onto the table. Frank opened the files when Tom gestured for him to open them. He skimmed the first page, not believing what he was reading. He looked up at the team who looked down all of a sudden.

"Where did you find this?" He asked them. Dan, Aneisha and Keri all looked at Tom while Frank waited for an explanation.

"I found them in the boys' toilets. The files were hidden in there and I found them before anyone else did. It turns out we have a mole inside of KORPS and they're trying to send us information about their history." Frank looked impressed; he didn't think that anyone could pull that off.

"I mean seriously, couldn't the mole have hidden the files somewhere more hygienic – " Frank looked at Keri sternly, telling her silently that it wasn't the time and place. Keri stopped straight away and let Frank talk.

"So The Grand Master actually has a successor and they've been ordered to assassinate every agent in M.I.9?" Frank swallowed deeply while the team nodded in reply.

"Right, we need to stop them. Tom, try and track something down on the M.I.9 database. Keri, Dan, Aneisha, do whatever you can to help him. I'll call Stella and warn her about this." Frank ignored the 'sneaky' glances between the team and made his way into another section of HQ.

Pulling out his phone, he took a deep breath. Calling Stella was a bit of a put down for him; it always lowered his self esteem, but he knew he had to call her otherwise the whole of M.I.9 could be in more jeopardy than they already were.

"Stella."

"Ah, Frank. What a nice surprise." She responded sarcastically. Frank frowned and sighed deeply.

"I'm not in the mood, Stella. I've got a situation report."

"Speak."

"Well, it turns out we have a mole inside KORPS. They hid information in the school and Tom found it in a bunch of files. According to this information, The Grand Master has a successor. They've been ordered to assassinate the whole of M.I.9." Stella was speechless. Frank waited patiently for an answer; he knew that it was a lot for her to take in all at once.

"This is not good. We need to have everything as secure as it can be. Files, buildings, the mainframe, everything. I'll get on it right away."

"Thanks Stella. And I was just wondering if we could talk some time, about us maybe?" He heard her sigh with frustration over the phone.

"Frank, stop it. Thanks to the situation you alerted me to, I'm now under a lot of stress. And also, I'm trying to check all of the agents backgrounds very closely and putting them all under interrogation." Frank heard her snap. He had to hold the phone slightly away from his ear.

"So that's a no then?" He didn't get a reply; Stella had already hung up. He felt something snap inside of him. A sharp pain hit him hard and fast in his chest. He hissed through his teeth and clutched his chest with his hand while putting the phone in his pocket with the other. A wave of anger as frustration washed over him. The feeling hit him like a ton of bricks: he didn't know how to escape. He crouched down slightly while inhaling and exhaling deeply through his teeth. Maybe, he thought, just maybe she'd hurt him one too many times.

He felt helpless. He felt hopeless. He felt as if no one needed him, wanted him, cared for him. His brain just froze in the middle of his thoughts. Maybe that's all true, he thought, nobody needs me, wants me, cares for me. Everybody hates me.

Frank saw a couple of body-shaped figures move towards him. When they went to pull him up, he then realised he slid to the ground. The energy drained from his body, not returning any time soon, but those figures wouldn't give up. He couldn't quite see clearly, but his mind wasn't clouded therefore he knew those figures were his team. They probably heard the thud, he thought.

His vision focused on what was in front of him. He saw the main part of HQ and knew that the team had helped him there. They sat him on a chair, knowing something was up, Aneisha's judgements more than anyone else's. But she knew better than to disturb his train of thought right that minute and gestured for everyone to go back to school.

Frank didn't move a muscle when the lift doors closed. He sat there, staring at a blank space on the wall. His mind froze on Stella, the only person he really knew was hurting him. He knew that she knew she was hurting him, so why did she keep doing it? Massaging the bridge of his nose, he paused the recent events and sighed. Stella was so beautiful. She was one of the only things that could brighten up his day, and then he flicked back into reality. He knew that she wasn't his anymore. He knew that she was the only one hurting him. Then why did he always think that there might be a small chance for her to love him one more time?

Present time…

Frank hadn't moved. He hadn't flinched, he hadn't spoken. His eyes didn't even move when Tom came down to charge his communicator. But he knew that Tom was worried about him, but he shouldn't. Frank was fine, wasn't he?

He hadn't gone back to his care-taking job, which was a first for him. He had always loved seeing the kids walking about, even if they were on their phones. He had always loved how they talk to each other with a language that Frank still gets confused about, even if they did insult people. He had always loved how active they were, even if they couldn't be bothered to pick up a piece of rubbish and put it in the bin. And he had always loved how they can be polite when they felt like it, even if they did have the worst timing.

That thought brought him back to Stella. He remembered when she was disguised as a school supply teacher. His jaw had dropped at her appearance, especially when he saw her hair down; he hadn't seen that in ten years.

But then the recent events came flooding back to him, and he realised that that Stella was the same person he had always loved, but had hurt him so many times.