Chapter 1

"Oh. My. God." Ashley murmured as she stared dreamily at a ruche-detailed black skirt with a pair of 4-inches strappy pumps sitting in Forever 21 in all their glory. "These are PERFECT!" I frowned at her words― it was not that I hated shopping, but being the sixteen-year-old spy that I was, I didn't want to risk the chance of breaking my neck while running in those heels.

I turned to my best friend then said "Why don't you shop here for a while, I want to go to the bookstore to grab a book." Ashley giggled, "You're such a nerd." Then we bid our goodbyes.

It's half an hour later that I walked out of the mall with Pipes for Dummies (you never know when this could come in handy) in my hand that I saw them. A group of girls in uniform crawled out a van. They looked normal to the naked eyes, like a group of snobby kids going on a school trip. However, the person standing next to the van was enough for me to blow their cover.

Joe Solomon, one of the best agents in CIA, practically a living agent, and also known as my godfather.

I wanted to step forward to greet them, but decided against it. Instead, I watched them form afar. Joe talked about instructions with an impassive face. Then he dismissed the girls, they blended into the crowd within a minute.

I followed Joe, walking and blending into the crowd along with him, but nearly lost him― considering how good he was. Finally, he walked towards a group of boys, also wearing school uniform and greeted them like an old friend.

"Ok Boys," Joe said with a grin. "This is a great chance for you to compete with the girls. They are good," His eyes landed on every boy's faces. "But you guys are better." I rolled my eyes as all the boys smirked at what Joe said. "Okay, now you have two hours to trail them down. The fourteen of them are disguised and I believe you won't let me down. Your mission is to trail them to their final destination without blowing your own cover." He looked at the watch and finally said "You can start now."

They all went to different direction, until they were out of my sight. My lips twitched into an evil grin as a brilliant idea popped into my head.

The both of you. I thought. Are going down.

I walked around D.C and observed both of them (the Gallagher girls and the Blackthrone boys). Some of the girls are quite disappointing ―one of the girl had fallen down thestairs of the National Gallery, and one even fell into the water of the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. And all of the girls didn't even notice their trailers.

Solomon's words were true ―the Blackthrone boys were good; they could blend into the crowd and didn't get notice by the girls. But they hadn't meet the Chameleon yet.

I called Ashley and told her to leave first because I had some business to do. My first target was a Blackthrone boy who kept staring at a dark-skinned Gallagher girl. I pulled him into an ally when he walked pass. "What the―" I tried to struggle but it was too late. I knocked him off and left him in the small ally.

Then I walked up to the dark-skinned girl. Up-close, I could see she was gorgeous. She had black hair that reached the small of her back and sparkling brown eyes, like an Egyptian goddess. I brushed pass her. And the moment our eyes met, I slapped a naptotine patch over her neck. Her eyes widen and immediately fell into my arms. I pulled her into the back street with the other Blackthrone boy. I grinned as I looked at the sight of them― two go and twenty-seven left.

Chameleon 1: Spy School: 0

I did the same with the rest of the students; I took their comms and listened to their conversation. Both the boys and girls were getting confused and messed up. "Hulk?" a boy asked. I assumed he was the last one I didn't catch yet.

I searched through the mall and I finally spotted him sitting outside Starbucks. I observed him from afar. He had messy light brown hair and a pair of gorgeous green eyes, like two shinning emeralds. He was about 5'7 and was the hottest guy I had ever seen.

I smiled and walked toward him. I hugged my Pipes for Dummies to my chest and kept my eyes on my white converse, like the quiet, shy schoolgirl that I was (notice the sarcasm). I accidentally bumped into him, and mustered a blush as my eyes caught his emerald ones. At that moment, I felt like melting into a puddle at his feet. I could definitely picture myself skipping in a field full of dandelion while looking into that pair of eyes. I would make thirty babies, if only they all inherited those eyes.

I gave myself a reality check and mentally slapped my face. "I- I'm… I'm sorry." I mumbled, stepping away. He removed his hand from my waist, which was holding me when I 'fell' into him. His thumbs lingered on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine.

"That's quite alright." He said, flashing me a smile. Then I did the unthinkable. I went on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his cheek. I didn't know why I did it; probably the weather was messing with my mind.

I stepped back and blushed again. "Thanks" I muttered, and started to walk away.

Well, not before I slapped another naptotine patch on his face, that's it.

I walked into the museum just in time to spot Joe Solomon frowning warily at the ruby slipper exhibit. He was looking around, totally invisible- but not for me. I waited there, standing close to him without his knowing. Finally, some of the Blackthrone boys and Gallagher girls came, confusion written all over their faces. Joe was confused, too, because they were late for half an hour.

"Guys, I was totally disappointed with you, the both of you." Joe said, looking serious. That's when I smiled and walked up to him with a smirk plastered on my face. "I can say the same to you, Joey."

The look on his face was priceless. Joe froze when he heard my voice but quickly recovered and hid it in a poker face. He spoke in such a soft voice that nearly freaked me out. Nearly.

"Cameron Ann Morgan, don't you tell me that you're behind this whole thing."

I edited it as you can see, because it's written a few years back and the grammar is horrible…. And I also apologize for my lack of updating.