Heyyy,, Im goin to focus more on this story from now on! i hope you like it, review and tell me what you think!
i do not own the covenant (though i wish i owned reid garwin or chase crawford :/) or The gahlager academy series.. (i cant spell) i use the spy stuff from them books so you dont need to have read them to understand this :)
Enjoy :D xx
P.S. i just realised that it was missing a few bits, must have messed up when i uploaded it :/ sorry guys, hopefully its ok now :S
I walked up the large stone steps that lead into Spencer Academy, an institute for the insanely rich or insanely smart. I was in both categories. My family is rich due to the career choices of my parents, which is top secret. I have been placed into the three top schools for exceptional students: this includes Gallagher Academy, and St. Louis, all of them focused on just how exceptional we were. Getting kicked out of all three was an achievement because the students in that field of work normally don't get pregnant in high school or set up surveillance equipment in the hottest teachers shower or get set up.
As for the pregnancy, it was a false alarm but i got kicked out for 'corrupting the young mind of tomorrow's future', in other words, i was canoodling with one of the male students.
Yes, i did put a camera in the shower head of the hottest teacher there. It was for the benefit of the female students (and some male); it's just too bad he overheard someone talking about it. I took the blame and had to move yet again.
My last school was great, and i gained a best friend whose name is Ash. He is, no doubt, one of the best 'exceptional students' i have ever met, not to mention he is very good looking. Like, Abercrombie and Fitch, good looking. I accidentally fell upon some plans about the government that were top secret while on an external examination in the south of France, so i got paid off and sent here. To this Academy that specialises in swimming and academic subjects (used for careers in medicine) instead of concealment and covert ops, it was my personal hell.
I guess i should tell you just how exceptional i am.
I have attended three private schools for spies.
I finished all the years possible in England, at the age of 13, with full marks. Yeah, I'm smart.
I am trained to lie and kill someone twenty different ways with a hair pin.
I think I'm pretty badass. Wouldn't you agree?
So while walking down the corridor to my locker, which number and combination i have memorised, i am storing information about everyone that is there. Most of which are staring.
It is lunch time so i make my way to the cafeteria to see what nondescript slop they are serving to the 'not so exceptional' students. I immediately notice a sort of ranking system within the walls.
As my eyes are scanning, i have already noted every possible exit, how many people are in this room, what could be used for weapons and while calculating the strength of most students my gaze lingers on the centre table.
At the centre table four of the most attractive men i have seen along with two pretty girls were sat talking and laughing. The two girls were sat with the boy with long hair and the one with a momma's boy face. The other two men had their backs turned so all i could see was the blonde hair and shyness of the other.
From my place near the doors i could already tell that two of them were taken (by the girls sat), the blonde one was a playa (as he kept spanking every remotely attractive girl walked past), and the other was shy, probably the youngest of the group. I had to go and find out if my predictions were true, otherwise it would bug me all day.
I looked down at what i was wearing. Not in my uniform yet, because i was given today to find my way around and unpack my things, i was still in the clothes i travelled in. my grey baggy sweatpants hung low on my hips showing the blue lace boy shorts i was wearing and my tight white vest top clinging to my curves and stopping just below my belly button and was showing the matching bra faintly. On my feet i have my grey pumps that i have renamed granddad slippers (because they remind me of them), my brown hair is tied into a messy ponytail, and i have light make-up on my not so ugly face.
I walked over to the table and sat down next the blonde boy. They all just stared at me like i was breaking the law.
"Hello, i want to ask you some questions?" i said getting straight to the point, adding more of my old English accent to my words.
Still staring at me the mocha girl answered, "Ok, shoot"
"You two are together, and so are you two?" i said pointing to each couple.
"Yeah, I'm Kate and this is pogue, and that's Sarah and Caleb." Woop! I was right!
"And you, Mr Blondie, are a playa, you think your god's gifted, and use your status at this place to your advantage?"
"Wait...what?" he answered with a shocked look on his face.
"Mmhmm, thought so," i said giving him a pointed look.
"That's Reid, he's an arrogant ass. But he grows on you." Kate interrupted again.
"Oh, that's disgusting." Blondie's face lit up with a flirtatious smirk. Did i mention i had a terribly dirty mind? "And this terribly handsome young man is the baby of the group I'm guessing?"
The group burst into fits of laughter at the boy who had turned a cute shade of red.
"That's our baby boy!" the biker dude piped up.
I'm so good at this game; I really should stop before I reveal my secret. All the information I was collecting about the harmonics within the group were stored in a little box in my memory for future use. Though I was interacting with these people I was still collecting vital information about the space surrounding me and its inhabitants. If I was going to survive here I had to have as much information as possible.
Standing up I walked behind Reid and gently laid my hands on his muscled shoulders as I felt him shiver at my touch.
"Well, I better be off. Places to see, people to do." With a wink I walked away, giving my walk a little sexiness, upon seeing the gaze belonging to the blonde rebel, firmly on my bottom.
Reflective surfaces rock.