Beep
Beep
Beep
Smack!
"Ugh!" I groaned. Just another mundane day in the life of Zachary Goode. There was nothing really special about that day. It was Thursday and I was ready for the weekend, but it wasn't a day any different than any other, like I said before. But it was the day that changed my life. We moved around a lot, me and my dad. He was convinced that the next place we moved would have even better opportunities than where we were living. I didn't really mind though, I got to see a lot of places in the United States. At that point I had a count of 37states we lived in and a short jaunt in Costa Rico too. Dad was pretty cool. He was the kind of man who wore many hats. In his spare time, when he wasn't holding hushed conversations on the phone that he thought I didn't know about, he taught me self-defense. I got dressed, and waited for the bus like any other day. I had this game with myself; I looked for the things I wasn't supposed to see. I found the imperfections in commercials, and looked for the kids who stayed in the shadows. It was an ongoing thing and I kind of did it subconsciously. I walked on the bus and saw is girl who blended in perfectly. At that moment I knew I had to get to know her. If she passed you in the street you wouldn't notice, but I did. She had this subtle perfection that made me need to know her. I was going to know this girl, and that was a promise.
CPOV
Ring
Ring
Ring!
"Hello?" I asked groggily.
"Chameleon, how do you feel about a mission?"
"Solomon?"
"The one and only." I could hear the smile in my mentor's voice.
"It's time already?" I couldn't help but sound a little disappointed.
"I wish it wasn't. I know you wanted to keep your promise but it's not safe for him anymore."
I sighed. "I know."
"Okay, you should probably get going."
I realized the time. "Oh, crap! Yeah, ok. Bye."
"Let him of easy, kay?"
"Kay!"
I hung up.
"Liz!"
"Yeah?"
"Can you hack into Russellville High and get the bus to stop at the apartment building? It doesn't need to be really complex, just secure."
"Ugh! Public school systems are so easy! Give me a challenge some time will ya!"
"Sorry." I gave her an apologetic smile.
I had five minutes to get ready if I ran to the apartment. One minute for outfit and four for breakfast.
Page break
The apartment building was only about a 20 minute sprint from our house so I didn't look too out of place standing in front of the large tenement. I made sure I got on the bus one stop before Zach so there would be an empty spot next to me. This would be a lot easier if he trusted me. (I also kind of missed being close to him but nobody needs to know that.)
We were best friends when we were little, but one day we found out Cassandra had gone bad. Chris moved all around the country and I got training at Gallagher. That is where I met Liz, Bex, and Macey. Soon, though, Cassandra caught on and she followed them around. We were enlisted to help protect Zach for as long as possible. When I was little, I already knew about spying, Zach's grandma made me promise I would keep Zach out of this life, out of the danger. She was a spy too, and she died not too long after.
The bus screeched to a halt and Zach got in. The bugs I planted in his room really did him no justice. His hair was messy in all the right places and his emerald eyes were glinting with exhaustion. I had my backpack at my feet and he sat next to me, like Macey predicted he would through my comms.
He looked me in the eye and I was scared/hoping that he would recognize me. But all he said was, "Hey."
I smiled shyly at him. "Hi."
"You a new kid?"
"Yeah, I move around a lot."
"Yeah, me too. You know what new kid?"
"What?"
"I'm going to be your personal guide. I'm Zach." Like I didn't know that. I had been stal-I mean surveilling him for the better part of the past two years. But I nodded and smiled anyway like I was committing it to memory. Because that's what normal girls do.
"What if we don't have the same classes? I'm Cammie." I, for a fact, knew that we had all of our classes together. But I still had to ask. Because that's what normal girls do.
"I'll figure something out."
I just nodded and stared at his reflection in the window. Because that's what spy girls do.
Zpov
There was a seat next to the girl. I considered sitting somewhere else but then I realized that if I wanted to know this mystery girl I was going to have to talk to her so I sat down next to her. "Hey."
"Hi." I wasn't all that surprised that she was talking to me. It would be kind of rude if she didn't . But what did surprise me is she smiled. I might have been able to keep my composure if I was walking by and she was smiling at her friends. But no. she was smiling Straight. At. Me. Oh God, her smile was beautiful. She was beautiful.
"You a new kid?" What kind of question is that? Of course she's a new kid. You would've noticed her before if she wasn't.
"Yeah, I move around a lot."
"Yeah, me too. You know what new kid?" Oh gosh. I sound like one of those jocks who gives the hard headed beautiful girl a pet name. On a second thought, maybe that's exactly what she needs. A pet name. New kid just wasn't it.
"What?" Even the sound of her voice is intoxicating.
"I going to be your personal guide. I'm Zach." The perfect chivalric gesture. It might have something to do with wanting to spend the day this girl (whose name remained unknown) (but she didn't need to know that.)
"What if we don't have the same classes? I'm Cammie." Cammie. That's a nice name. Yeah, I could date a Cammie.
"I'll figure something out." I internally smirked. What I didn't tell her is that I slip into class late all the time. I have Grant and Jonas cover for me most of the time. I also didn't tell her that at our school was really tiny so the chances of us having the same classes were pretty substantial. I saw her gaze at my reflection in the glass and my internal smirk grew exponentially.
You wanna know something I hate? Inspiration. Seriously. I ask it for a new chapter on one of my stories and what does it give me? A whole new story! And then I go and ask again and it's like "I give you a whole plotline and you come back asking for more? Could you be more ungrateful?" (In addition to being unhelpful, my Inspiration also has an extremely short temper) So then I post these stories to appease my Inspiration, and I end up with five stories, the longest one having six chapters, one of those chapters being an author's note. Oh, and you might be like "Psch! Forget inspiration! Write without it!" But the problem is that I really need Inspiration to write. This is a sampling of a story without inspiration:
I went to the mall. I got attacked. I almost made it. I didn't though. Zach was there. I hated him. I stopped hating him. I love Zach. We almost died. We didn't. We kissed. Later we get married and live happily ever.
See? Sucky story, right? That's what I thought. If you want that plot (God knows why.) It's up for grabs.
In your review tell me what you hate. If you care about my mental health you could tell me that that happens to you too, and I'm not going insane.
Speaking of insane, I self-diagnosed myself with misophonia. It's where; when you hear certain sounds, it is torturous. My sound is squeaky mechanical pencils. Also the sound of scratching on metal.
Anyway, you don't care, right. I really just kind of got on a tangent. Sorry. You'll forgive me though right?
Parrots tried to put roofies in my Dr. Pepper,
~Alysa
P.S. Review, you know you want to.