Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy

Zach's P.O.V

All credit goes to Ally Carter. I own none of it.

Caution: Spoilers from series

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Chapter 1- No Way

I stare at the ceiling and listen as the two other people in my room sleep. All I can hear are their breaths, my breaths and the beating of my heart. I twist over to look at the clock on my bedside table. The numbers 4:37 am glowed in a deep red that stared back at me. Time to get some sleep. I've got to get up in 1 hour and 53 minutes, anyway. As I drift off into sleep, I think over what happened today.

Yesterday Dr. Steve declared that Blackthorn Institute for Boys would be doing an exchange with the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Also, that apparently to do this exchange, you would have to apply in room groups, and not everyone who applied will get to go, as only 15 spots are available.

Grant, my roommate and friend, got excited by this exchange and immediately looked at me and Jonas, my other roommate and friend, as if say 'Yeah, I'm in. You with me?'. Jonas being the nerd he is said okay. That it would be cool to see another school like ours. But me? I shook my head, no.

There is no way I will volunteer to spend a semester at some place I don't know (or ever even heard of), with some girls I couldn't care less about. These Gallagher Women are probably just amateurs, CIA wannabes. No way I was doing this. I would rather just train at a real spy school, with good teachers.

'Morning, sleeping beauty." Grant teased, as he and Jonas walk out of the bathroom. I have no idea what they were doing in there together, but I don't think I want to.

I pull on a jacket over my black T-shirt as I reply. "Talking to yourself again this morning, Grant. You might have a bit of a problem there."

"Come on. I'm starving. Let's get breakfast." suggested Jonas.

I grunted in reply and headed toward the dining hall.

After breakfast we were called for a school meeting, probably for the exchange. That's good, I can sleep for another half hour and I get out of my first class, Countries and Languages. Well, I would have slept in there too so, I guess not much of a gain.

I notice Grant and Jonas are actually paying attention to this meeting, so I sit up, thinking that this could be important. "We have picked our lucky 15 students, boys, and I think you are all wanting to know who they are. Well, here we go." Dr. Steve calls out about 8 names I don't know, then 3 very familiar ones. "And our sophomores, Room 275, Grant Newman, Jonas Tate and Zach Goode."