Zach Goode.
That's me.
I go to the Blackthorne Academy for
exceptional young men.
But it's really just a school for spies.
Yeah, spies.
My mom's the headmistress at Blackthorne. My dad? Once a top spy. Now? MIA.
Mr. Solomon was yapping about tails and stuff I probably already knew. Then I heard the word mission and perked up for a second.
"Your Mission is to get to the ruby slipper exhibit by four o' clock," Mr. Solomon said. That's super easy. There has got to be- "And there's a catch. You'll have some of my best tails." I have never been caught while sneaking around. Almost. Till I met Sarah Abrams. Why did she of all people see me? Why did I date her? Why did I have to lie to her? Other than that I never have. And never will from now on. "Your tails know your names and that's all."
About a hour later we were all set up and ready to go. I jumped out of the car (no joke I actually JUMPED) with Grant and we started walking around.
We saw to girls walking by us. One with thick, long, brown hair. The other had sparkling blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The one with the brown hair spun around, I swear I thought I saw Grant drool a bit. And Grant's the one who usually has the girls drooling over him.
I caught the other girl staring and she blushed a cute red, looking away.
Wait a minute. Did I call a civilian cute? AGAIN? No. No more civilians. God what am I thinking? I'm on a god damn mission! I started to walk away from Grant, signaling to split up and meet up at the exhibit. I walked towards the elevator, only to find the girl with the sparkling eyes.
"Hey," I said, putting on the Goode charm.
"Hey," was her response, "Callie Abrams," she stuck out her hand and-WHAT? She has got to be a tail. No way could she be a Abrams. Well it is a really common name. I'm not sure.
"Blake Morgan," I said, shaking her hand, leaning up against the back wall of the elevator.
"So, what school do you go to?" she asked, turning on her own charm.
"Blackthorne Academy," I said. It's not like I'll ever see her again.
"I go to Roseville High. So your one of those snobby rich boys like Preston Winters?" Callie asked.
"Not exactly snobby, not really rich," was my reply.
"Cool," she said. The elevator stopped and I got out, walking towards the euby slipper exhibit.
"Wait," someone said, grabbing my wrist. It was Callie. "Where are you going?"
"Ruby slipper exhibit," I said wriggling out of her grip.
"Mind if I come?" she asked.
"I have to meet someone," I said.
"Okay, well I'll see you around," Callie said.
"I doubt that," I said under my breath.
"What?"
"Nothing. I've got to go. See you around."
"I doubt that," Callie said. I started walking away, trying to ignore that whole encounter. I looked back for a second, only to see she was gone.
I ran into the exhibit 4 seconds late.
"Your late Zach," Mr. Solomon said, coming out of the shadows.
"But I don't have a tail, so that counts, right?" I asked.
"I'm not so sure," Mr. Solomon said.
"Hi Blackthorne Boy," Callie said, stepping out of the shadows next to Mr. Solomon.
I was caught.
Again.