My twelfth birthday and my dad lost me at the mall. Okay, so I used my 'chameleon abilities' to get rid of him. We're in Washington D.C; I wanted to check some stuff out while he tried to find me.
Walking through a crowd, I saw the green eyes of a boy I've seen three times today. Tail, I thought. Can't be a spy though right? He's just twelve. I'm just being paranoid. Just in case, I slipped into Macy's. I was about to click the elevator button, but a hand beat me to it. I looked up to see the boy smirking at me.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi." I pressed the button again hoping, praying, the elevator would go faster. The boy had brown hair that was kind of dark, but not really dark. He also had piercing green eyes. The elevator doors opened and I stepped in, with him copying my actions. This is nerve racking. I need to know whether or not this boy could kill someone with a rubber band. I put my hands in my pockets, and he leaned on the railing.
I could feel his eyes on me. I glanced at him and almost immediately, he looked from me to the reflective door frame. I restrained rolling my eyes. He's not supposed to know I'm a spy, so I'm not supposed to know that he's one, too. He's one, too. Is he spying on me? I looked back at him. He didn't look too much like a spy. He 'caught' me staring at him (like he was staring at me through the door frame) and smirked. I rolled my eyes and walked out the now open elevator doors.
"So where are we going?" he asked.
I stopped short. "We?" I asked in a harsh voice.
"Yeah, I'm going with you."
"No, you're not."
"We're in D.C. You're a girl, and you're alone. There's a high possibility you could get jumped," he said, turning me to face him. He's trying to get me to let him follow me. Probably so it won't be suspicious if I catch him again. I sighed.
"Fine, we," I glared at him and his smirk, "are going to find my dad, so me and him can leave and go to my birthday party." I started walking towards the fountain, and I sat on the edge. He was right behind me the whole time.
"It's your birthday?"
"Yeah."
Reaching out to grab my phone, I heard him say, "Happy birthday."
"Thanks," I muttered, punching my dad's number in to my phone.
My dad wouldn't answer my calls.
"Got a name?"
"Sure. Lots of them."
I groaned after I called my dad for the fourth time. I stood from my spot and shoved the phone in my pocket. Walking away, I heard him getting up and come up beside me.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" In my defense, I was determined to find my dad. I only heard the questions; I didn't acknowledge them.
"No," I said, searching the crowd.
"Then I'm about to make this your best birthday ever." Before I could even think about was he was going to do, he pulled me to the side and kissed me. It was soft and short; he had his hands on my elbows. When he pulled away, a smirk was on his face and he slid his hands into his pockets. I was about to say something when I heard a strong voice yell, "CAMERON!" And turn to see my dad.
"Dad-" I started.
"Where have you been? I've looked everywhere for you! And who's this boy?" He looked at the boy in front of me with disgust.
"One, I called you. And two, this is a kid I met when me and mom were in D.C. last winter break," I lied smoothly. The kid looked at me but seemed to understand.
"Oh, okay," my dad said, now just glaring at him. Did he see us kiss? Most likely, but let's just go with the slight chance that he didn't. "Let's go to your party. Don't forget to call your friends."
"Okay. Hey, you want to come?" I turned to the green eyed boy.
"Sure. Where?" he asked smirking. When doesn't he smirk?
"My house at (bla bla bla-because I don't want to put to name of specific locations)."
"See you there," he said before walking off. I watched him go, memorizing his habits. He preferred his right leg, just saying. He turned around and smirked even wider when he saw me staring. I blushed and followed my dad out.