Macy

January 16

11: 31 PM

"Bed." I said sternly, flipping the light with a satisfying click.

Liz ignored me, continuing to facetime with Jonas, her boyfriend who went to Blackthorn Academy. In fact, all my friends boyfriends went to Assassin school. Except me, I didn't have a boyfriend, exactly, but he went to a private school in Washington DC, training to be President. But again, I didn't have a boyfriend.

I clambered up onto Liz's bed and peered over her shoulder to look at her adorably geeky boyfriend. "Hey, Jonas, do you know what time it is now?" I asked with false sincerity. "Night time, and we have class in a few hours, and I can't sleep with all the nerd love going on over here, so, goodnight." I closed the computer.

"That was rude," Liz commented a few minutes later, when I was in my own bed, although she didn't sound mad. "You could have let me say goodnight at least."

I snorted. "Oh please, I totally heard you guys playing the 'no, you hang up first' game for at least 3.6 minutes, so don't you give me that."

I could almost hear Liz smile a few feet away. "Good, you're getting better."

Liz was a good tutor for all things spy.

"Goodnight, Liz."

"Goodnight, Macy."