Hello lovelies! This is my new Alex Rider story. I've been meaning to write this down for a reeeaally long time, but until yesterday, I'd never gotten around to it. But now here it is, for all of your reading pleasure.

The basic gist? Alex is a secret agent... until the agent part shows through, making the secret part no longer a factor.

I'm open to suggestions. It's my favorite thing in the world when people's reviews say ideas, and things they'd like to see happen, and the way they want the story to go.

Now finally!

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider in a 'published book' sense. I do however claim him as a boyfriend. He's mine, so back off.

"And that, class, is how you make your very own small explosion." Mr. Brink concluded. The room was filled with 'oos' and 'ahs' when the cork shot to the ceiling from the water bottle on the lab table filled with vinegar and baking soda. Foam poured out of the bottle in a way that vaguely reminded Alex of a volcano.

'Yeah,' he thought sarcastically, 'Just like a volcano. Except without the boiling magma, or scolding lava… Or generally any other life threatening feature…. The worst that could happen is you get this in your eye and it stings for a moment. Get lava in your eye on the other hand…'

"Thank you class! But remember that if you try this at home, you need to ask a parent, and do it outside. I don't need any angry moms yelling at me for teaching their kid to cover their kitchen in vinegar foam." Mr. Brink called over the final school bell. Somehow Alex had managed to day dream long enough to make it through the school day. As if he needed to know how to make vinegar fizzle pathetically out of a water bottle. He'd be better off with a Molotov Cocktail in his line of work.

Speaking of work, Alex hadn't heard from them in a while. It was almost two weeks. Yeah, it doesn't seem like that much time, but for these people, it was. Alex was a little surprised that hadn't contacted him yet… Actually… never mind. He wasn't. He somehow got the feeling that they thought Alex would just know to come, and show up willingly on his own.

"Pft. Like that'll ever happen." He though aloud as he mounted his bike and pulled it away from the school bike rack. He wasn't going anywhere near that place until absolutely necessary. Hopefully, yet highly improbably, but still, wishfully; never.

Alex mindlessly pushed his bicycle peddles and rode home in his zoned-out state of thought. Upon finally reaching his house, he stood his bike in its usual place in the garage, trudged up the front steps to the door and fumbled with his keys.

Nope, that's the key to his bike lock.

Nope, that's the key to the neighbor's house, so he could get in and feed their cats while they were away.

Not this one either, this one's the key to the school. (The janitor dropped them, and Alex thought it useful to make a copy before returning them.)

Nah, this is the key to the basement.

Not this one.

No.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

No-

"Oh, Alex!" Jack jumped with shock when she opened the door and found Alex standing in the doorway. "I almost plowed you over, kid, I didn't expect you home already."

"Hey Jack." Alex said, smiling a real smile. Seeing jack always managed to lift Alex from his down-in-the-dump moods. "Where're you headed so fast?" he questioned as he walked through the door, leaving it open for Jack to soon exit. He placed his beat-up backpack down against the wall with a thick 'thud' noise.

"Well if you must know," Jack teased "I have a date."

"Oh?" Alex said, smirking knowingly. He knew Jack well enough to sense any lies in her voice. "With whom?" he asked, raising an eyebrow doubtfully.

Jack glared. "Fine, Mr. Smarty Pants. I'm going grocery shopping. I swear, I haven't met a decent guy in such a long time. They're all either jerks or gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but hey, a girl's gotta date, too."

"Yeah."Alex laughed. "Can you pick up some peanut butter?"

"It's on my list" she assured.

"Smooth or crunchy?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course. Say I'm in school, out in the court yard with my lunch, when all of a sudden I get threatened by a ninja, and the only way he'll spare my life is if I give him a crunchy peanut butter sandwich. If you got smooth peanut butter I'd be dead."

"…… So crunchy?"

"Yeah, crunchy's good."

"Alright kiddo," Jack laughed, "I might stop at the bank, so I probably won't be home for another two hours or so. Can you handle yourself?"

"Mm…" Alex answered sarcastically, "I'm not sure. Maybe we should call a sitter. I wouldn't want to have to tuck myselfinto bed. The thought of taking my nap without a nap-time story is absolutely horrid. Look, see? I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about it." He held out his arm and pointed to the non-existant goosebumps.

"Hardy-har har," Jack said, pulling her arm through the sleeve of her slender red leather jacket. "Be good while I'm gone. Do your homework, answer the phone if it rings, don't do drugs, stay in school, and don't get abducted by international terrorist organizations."

"Sure thing." Alex promised. "See you in a bit."

"Bye!" Jack shouted through the door she already had closed.

Almost immediately after the door locked, the phone rang. The shrill echo made Alex jump. He walked over to the phone, having a feeling he would know who it was, but picked it up anyway.

"Hello?" he said into the plastic telephone.

"Ah, Alex," Mr. Blunt said, with only a miniscule amount of emotion in his voice.

"I thought it would be you, sir. But to be honest, I'm not generally in the mood to deal with 'work' right now," Alex answered hesitantly. For a moment he debated on hanging up, but he knew this was coming, and that it was inevitable, so he continued the loathed conversation.

"Well Alex, if you knew it would be me, and you didn't want to deal with this, why did you pick up?" Blunt spoke back, trying to keep the upper-hand in the conversation, as to keep his authority.

"Jack told me to answer the phone if it rings." Alex answered dryly.

Mr. Blunt paused for a moment confused, but continued to say, "Well since you listened to her, and wound up here with me on the phone let's talk business. As a matter of fact, what say you come down here."

"Jack also told me to do my homework." Alex answered, smirking at the joke.

"Well how about when you finish that? Did your guardian say anything that would stop you then?" He asked half rhetorically and very frustrated.

"Lets see…" Alex said calmly, knowing it would annoy Blunt even more if he coolly went along with the question. "She told me not to get abducted by any international terrorist organizations. But it's okay if you send a ninja after me. I'll have a crunchy peanut butter sandwich in just a bit."

And then Blunt was fuming, and Alex knew it. "Boy, you get down to this bank right away, or you'll be seeing a thousand ninjas at your door, ready to drag you here to me and tie you to a chair so you'll listen to what I have to say!"

"Yes sir." Alex replied, suddenly serious again. "I'll be down at the bank in fifteen minutes." He heard the click on the other side of the line, and glared at the phone. "Bye to you, too, sir," He mocked, annoyed.

Alex opened the front door, and grabbed his red, flannel; lumberjack inspired jacket and his keys and began to pull the door shut. That is, until he caught sight of his backpack. Oh. Yeah. That's right. Math homework. Alex paused and debated internally on whether or not he should do his maths first, but then quickly decided that though math actually seemed more enjoyable, 'work' was probably more important. And inevitable. He compromised anyway and wound up bringing the notebook and worksheet with him.

Alex sullenly plodded out the door. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. He was just getting back into the swing of things. Just starting to feel as though school would be a normal occurrence. People were just starting to get used to always having him around. And now, oh so suddenly, WHAM! Ripped out of normal teenage life to be thrown into a world where he didn't belong. But then…

School wasn't really where he belonged either. Just thinking back on the last hour proved that. Everything there would always be fake. The kids would be thinking "Oh, I'd better remember human anatomy so I can pass this test!" and Alex would be thinking "Oh, I'd better remember human anatomy so I can pass the security guards after finding the easiest way to knock them out!"

There should me a middle ground. There should be a secret agent high school. The can call it Secret high. Or Agent school. Or make it a pun off the title of that superhero movie about the kid with the sidekick friends and call it Spy High. And the school would be so teenagers who were also spies could actually have both. Spying and high school.

Okay, so it was incredibly farfetched, but it was these daydreams that kept Alex from losing his mind. And so as his mind wandered, Alex mounted his bicycle and pushed hard on the peddle in the direction of the bank that wasn't a bank, and the people that he wouldn't call friends, and in the back of his mind, knew that this wasn't going to end so well…

And there ye have it maties!! Chapter one. I hope this turnes out to be around thirteen to fifteen chapters around this legnth, but then again, these stories can be so damn unpredictable. There will likely be a fair amount of cursing later on. It only seems natural for a fourteen year old to scream "SHIT!" when a big burly guy in a suit starts chasing him down a narrow hallway.

I'll try to update in about a week. Now lastly, please comment. Even if its just 'good job!' and thats all. Just so long as I have some feed back to fuel me to keep going.

Thanks a bundle!