Chapter 1
Macey's POV
UGHH! I hate my mother! She always tells me what to do and never listens to what I have to say. And it's not just my mother, I was talking to the Senator, and he was bagging on my boyfriend Chase. In case you didn't know, Chase goes to Blackthorne. He's Preston's cousin. Who knew Preston had such hot family members when he looked like that. Back to complaining about my mother, she still thinks that I am cheating at Gallagher. At least now I am getting straight A's. It's a win win situation for me, I get to piss off my parents and at the same time excel in something that is worth it, in my opinion.
I absolutely hate it when my parents make me go on the campaign trail with them, and this time Headmistress Morgan had Abby go with me to the convention, not that I minded; Abby is a great person to talk to.
When I am on the campaign trail with my parents; Abby is the only one who knows about me being a spy. She gives me a connection to Cammie, Bex, and Liz, whom I miss so much over summer break. I love them, even though I have never said it. Being at Gallagher made me realize that people in your family don't have to be blood related. Even the Blackthorne Boys, as Cammie likes to call them, have become part of my extended family. Well, everyone besides Zach and all the stupid drooling 7th graders.
It has been about three weeks since I have left Gallagher and if I never see my parents again, it will be too soon. I know I really shouldn't act like this, but when you have lived with the Senator and his wife, you learn to dislike them.
At this moment, Abby is sitting in the back of the limo with me as we go to some brainless political party that the Senator's wife is throwing at some gauzy hotel.
I love dressing up, but I don't like to dress up when it has something to do with my parents. I am wearing a green cocktail dress that goes three inches past my butt. I decided, since they are making me go to this stupid party, I might as well use that to spite the rentals. In that sense, I am going to have a blast.
Pulling me out of my reverie Abby asked, "I haven't seen Chase in a while, how is he?"
"He's fine I guess, I mean I can't talk to him because he is doing something somewhere around the world," I replied not really knowing the answer to that question. My relationships had never been easy, even before I was a spy. I was the daughter of a Senator for Christ's sakes. People would always be taking advantage of me. The worst time that had happened was when this jackass asked me out and I had replied no, but he persisted. After he followed me home, he scaled my house, climbed through the window, and broke it by the way, then took a handful of my underwear and bras, then hung it on a clothesline outside my house, and said, if you don't go on a date with me I am going to take a picture of this and give it to the paparazzi. Dumbass shithead. I wanted to castrate him the second I met him, and then he pulled off that stunt and I was ready to call my security guards, who would probably not be very helpful, but would laugh, then lazily walk up to the guy and say, mister don't come around here again, then leave the room.
Then, of course Abby had noticed that I was somewhere down memory lane, and had to bring me back to reality with one word.
"Explain," Abby said.
"There's not much to say Abby, I mean the dude goes to Blackthorne and I can't see him, since the world would blow up if I tried to escape, plus he is probably with his parents completing a mission," I replied sadly.
Abby always knowing what to say said, "Well, dating a spy is always hard, but at least your not dating Zach."
Once she said that, I immediately started feeling better.
"I know right, I mean who leaves his girlfriend right after he kisses her, or even saves her life," I said.
"I really can't understand what Cammie sees in him, I mean his personality itself is infuriating," Abby responded.
"I know he loves Cammie, but does he really have to leave her hanging ALL the time. On top of all of that, he has his irritating smirk that could bring his mother to insanity," I complained.
"Cammie needs a better taste in men," Abby said.
"We really should stop talking about Zach, because if we continue talking about him, we are bound to start talking about how he is always there for Cammie, and how once Cammie is really upset, Zach is the only one who can comfort her, oh shoot, I am about to throw up, I am saying nice things about Zach," I started to make gagging noises. Abby and I started laughing after that.
"He really is good for her, even though I don't approve of him," Abby replied after we stopped laughing.
"I know, she needed to start healing after that little thing with Josh," I answered. Abby gave me a look, that pretty much said, what is it about sneaking out and lying to Headmistress Morgan that made this particular situation 'little.'
To answer her look, I said, "Josh never really stood a chance at his and Cammie's relationship becoming serious or anything like that. He was really an experiment that just ended up hurting Cammie, I mean did she really think it would last?"
"I don't know, you're supposed to be her best friend," Abby said with a shrug.
"I wasn't at the time, I was still the stuck-up snotty bitch everyone knows me as," I said.
"Who says you've changed? Shit, we're almost there and I haven't done my make-up," Abby said.
"Jeez Abby, and your supposed to be the real spy," I said mocking her. She just shot me a look. Personally, I didn't think Abby needed any make-up; she was more beautiful than me without it, just like Cammie is, even though she doesn't think so. We, as in Bex, Liz and I, have to constantly remind her that she is.
Abby was putting the finishing touches on her make-up as we were pulling up to the front door of the party. Usually, Abby would wear her Secret Service uniform, but I wanted to blend in today, not stick out like a sore thumb.
The party was a normal one, ugly dudes hit on me, old guys asked me to dance, and the young good-looking ones just tried to get me to 'leave for a little while' with them. All in all, it was a pretty shitty party; thank god it was time for Abby and I to leave. As we were walking out to the car, I saw someone whom I didn't expect to, or want to see at the moment.
"You've got to be shitting me," I mumbled under my breath. Even Abby was shocked by who we saw.
