The Mess
CIA Academy Of Espionage
Washington, DC
645 hours.
I thought it was going to be a regular day at the Academy Of Espionage. Turns out, it wasn't. I was in the Mess and Zoe was saying something about shoes and Chip and Jawa arguing against her.
"Nike's are the best!" Chip insisted.
"No!" Zoe practically screamed. " Adidas are. To be honest, I wish Warren were here to back me up."
"He's evil!" Jawa said.
Meanwhile, I was staring at Erica. She was reading her textbook like always (She was reading "How to defeat an enemy in less than five hits."). Today, for some reason, she looked more beautiful than ever. Her raven black hair and ice blue eyes. Snap out of it Ben!
Ok. I. Can. Do. This. No I can't. I couldn't help sneaking another peek at Erice, and when I did, she was staring at me. Zoe saw her staring.
"Sor- Sorry." I couldn't meet Zoe's eyes. Ever since I found out she had a crush on me, there was a lot of tension between us. I could feel her glare at Erica. I don't know how I felt it, but I did. Mike saw this and he tried to help.
"Guy's calm down." He was looking at both me and Zoe. Then he gave this wolfish grin to Zoe. I felt a pang of jealousy and I tried to calm myself. Zoe saw this, though, and she instantly beamed. She was back to her old self. Jawa and Chip were still arguing about shoes.
"Guys," Mike said," there's no need to fight. Everyone knows Converse are the best."
Really Mike? I could see the same look on Zoe's face. Right then, the bell rang.
"Awwww," the whole school groaned.
I felt a light breeze in the wind and my pocket felt a little heavier. I rushed into the boy's restroom and went into a stall. I opened the note. It said
Meet me in the library. 100 hours sharp. Tomorrow.
- E
This isn't good.