Okay disclaimer for the entire story: Ally Carter owns the Gallagher Girls
And me (being a spaz) saw when I got a review I pretty much flipped (out of happiness of course)...and there have been 14 views! 14! now there's 19! ahahaha! I'm so happy! Its 23 now!
And a huge shout out to CammieisBoss14 (for some reason it won't let me do the dots in between!)! Thank you sooooo much for being my first ever reviewer ( I'm probably making a huge deal out of this while some of you are rolling your eyes)
Chapter 2
Caitlyn's p.o.v.
5Am. We were up, and ready at 5 Am. We might have looked like zombies, but at least we were up. Do you know what time we were supposed to be up at? 7 Am. So why in the world were we up at 5 in the morning? Mission preparation.
So, there we were. Cammie, me, and the girls we talked to yesterday getting ready in Liz's room. (Expected me to say 'Bex's' or 'Rebecca's didn't you?)
Macey was pulling out tank tops and short shorts, sandals and accessories, make-up (or as Cammie calls it 'torture' and her ticket to 'H-e-l-l') and wigs, and purses and backpacks. Phone cases, fake passports, the list went on really. Seriously, you name it, she had it.
Liz was reading her notes, so, if by chance she had to take out a Russian drug dealer on this mission she was ready. (In all honesty she could just read one note card and they'd be nearly half dead, with boredom. But don't tell Liz I said that!)
And Bex, poor, poor Bex, got the worst of it. Tina- blabber mouth was sitting next to her and she had nothing to punch. (Although, Bex has been screaming into her pillow several time in the past ten minutes)
"C'mon Mace! Time's up! Remember nothing too revealing!" I said, the sleepiness in my voice saying I had hardly gotten any sleep last night. I had planned everything out, every single possible scenario. "Fine, but I mean it's practically a honey potting mission!" exclaimed Macey.
Ten minutes later I'm dressed in short-shorts, blue flip flops and a light blue tank top. Cammie was wearing the same as me with a few exceptions. Her shorts were mid-thigh (Macey was pretty pissed off at my demand there) and pink flip flops with a light pink tank top.
Those boys would never know what hit 'em. Maybe even literally.
~*~* Time skip a few hours*~*~
"Oh, I want one!" I heard Bex practically shout as she saw a group of boys whom I immediately recognized as Blackthorne boys.
"Lily, they aren't puppies!" Macey exclaimed while using Bex's cover. Bex scowled for a millisecond, but put the chirpy attitude back in place. Did I mention how great an actress Bex is?
"Oh, Taynia they're just boys! It's not even like they can hear me!" Bex lied while using Macey's codename as payback. It was Macey's turn to scowl but unlike Bex's, it was barely noticeable. She ain't the daughter of a politician for a reason.
"Most of Blackthorne is down. Just two more to go" I sent the girls the text through the comms phone. I know right. Liz is a freaking genius. I mean it, she may be smarter than the research track teacher, but we'd have to perform tests on them.
I saw Bex, or Lily, pull out her phone. She flipped it open (throwing a 'casual' flip in her hair for the guys… show off). I saw her analyze the text and for a second I swore she looked smug. She showed it to Macey, or Taynia, and they laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Which, in all honesty, pretty much was at the moment.
But then I saw him. Bryan Solomon. Well, that was one scenario I hadn't planned for.
Did I not tell you to keep Bryan stored in your brain! haha! And I feel like this chapter too short so I feel like uploading chapter 3 in a bit…..there has now been 27 views! Holy hedge hog! So if you feel like commenting….go ahead….if you don't…that's fine….thanks for reading!