Zach POV
I did it.
Again.
"Really easy to catch you, you know that right?" 'Callie' said.
"Who are you really?" I asked.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," mystery girl said, disappearing into the shadows.
Cammie POV
Cammie Morgan.
codename: Chameleon
Mother: Rachel Morgan, part of the Circle of Cavan. Father: KIA.
I got to the Gallagher Institute for troubled young woman. We're anything but troubled. To te outsiders, we're a military school for girls. To other spy schools, like Blackthorne, we're spies. But really, we're assassins. The Circle recruits at Gallagher, which is what my mother wants me to do.
I had a mission from our cove ops teacher. To track down a spy from Blackthorne and find their location. Easy. I tail Zach Goode, Bex has Grant Newman, Liz is in the van and Macey has the one and only Preston Winters.
These Blackthorne Boys are going down. Gallagher Girl style.
"Knock 'em dead," Macey said, walking away, linking arms with Tina Walters.
Tina seems annoying to everyone, but really she's pretty nice. To her friends that is. She doesn't really care for... boys.
Speaking of, I spotted my target. He was walking with Grant Newman. Zach had black hair, messed up in every right place. He had intense green eyes and muscle. defiantly a player.
Grant was like, well, a Greek God. No joke. You could see his eight pack through his shirt and there was every bit of muscle in his shirt.
Bex spun around and I swear I saw Grant starting to drool. Typical. I looked towards Zach and saw he wasn't paying attention. He looked up, catching me. He didn't show any emotion, so I just smirked.
I saw him start to walk towards the museum. I ran in the back entrance, and into the first elevator that he would see. About 14 seconds later he entered.
"Hey," Zach said. He was obviously trying to charm me. Not gonna happen.
"Hey," I said, "Callie Abrams," I stuck out a hand and saw a flash of fear in his eyes. I looked up his file and found out he had a relationship with some civilian. Sarah Abrams I think.
"Blake Morgan," Zach said, shaking my outstretched hand.
"So what school do you go to?" I asked, turning on some of my own charm.
"Blackthorne Academy," he said.
"I got to Roseville High. So your some snobby rich boy like Preston Winters, right?"
"Not really snobby, not really rich," was his reply.
"Cool," I said. The elevator dinged, singling that we had gotten to the floor he needed to be at. He walked out, heading towards a exhibit.
"Wait," I said, grabbing his wrist. "Where are you going?"
"Ruby Slipper exhibit," Zach said, wriggling out of my grip.
"Mind if I come?" I asked.
"I have to meet someone," he said.
Okay. I'll see you around," I said.
"I doubt that," he said under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'll see you around," Zach said a little too quickly.
"I doubt that," I said. He turned and walked away.
Then it was my time to disappear.
Watch out Blackthorne Boy.
Here I come.