A / N: Hey! I really hope you liked my last chapter, I really hope you'll all review! Last chapter, Cammie's mum announced the test that will bring the story into place, this time though, Bex and Grant find out who their with,
Disclaimer: My dad owns three ducks (Gurtrude and Mickey) and three Yorkie Terriors cross Jack Russell's, his girlfriend owns two chickens named Bart and Homer, I own a ginger cat, my mum owns our house (mostly), her boyfriend owns a play station, I own a cat, but none of us own Gallagher Girls.
On the plus side, you learnt a few new things about me xx
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Chapter Two:
_~ Bex's Point of View ~_
I didn't sleep well last night. I tossed and turned and thought about the test. If I got paired with Grant. And then, this morning, once I've woken up for the thousandth time, I find a note has been posted from Anna to me under the door. I stumbled into breakfast to find Tina and Alfie playing a different sport, yesterday it was tonsil hockey, now their playing rugby with their mouths. Disgusting. Cammie and Zach had clearly made up, and Grant is looking at them enviously because I wont let him kiss me like that. I roll my eyes from the door. Liz's eyes landed on me and she waved me over. I took the seat next to Grant and his arm goes round my shoulders.
"Can you come with me to see the list, Bex?" Grant asked me as soon as I sat down.
"Sure," I said, knowing no one would know it was there yet. The hall was full and the smell of waffles was drifting round. Nobody skipped breakfast on Waffle Wednesday. NOBODY.
We get up and walk over to the empty notice board. My name was always near the top. I scanned through.
Alexandra Allwood & Thomas Gamble
Nicola Armstrong & Lewis Green
Lucy Banter & Keoni Phillips
I was nearly always after Lucy on these things so I took a deep breath and moved my finger down to the next line.
Rebecca Baxter & Grant Newman
I felt relieved, and the anticipation drained out of me. Sure, he was annoying sometimes, but Grant was the one I cared about most, so to be sharing with him would make life a lot easier.
I stood on my tiptoes and pecked him on the lips and he took my hand. He pulled a waffle out of his pocket - yeah, he's so weird - and snapped it in half. He offered it too me but I shook my head.
He attempted to speak with his mouth full.
"Kall we took dat the toes?" he asked, meaning shall we look at the houses.
I nodded and led him up to my room. We climbed the ladder to get to my bed - I have one with a desk underneath it, pretty cool, huh? - and lied down and flicked through the catalogue of options. We circled about five and cut out their pages and studied them closer using my laptop. The first one was in the centre of town, near the chemist, doctors, newsagents and vets, all of which were on Pickleberry Lane. Grant shook his head.
"No," he said. "Its too crowded. Trust me, I've been in the Saturday rush to the post office. It isn't pretty."
I laughed at his serious expression.
"What about this one then?" I asked, searching 19 Farmyard Road. It was a quiet place, but it was a flat, and about thirty minute walk - 20 minute bus journey - to Gallagher, and we have to be in class by 9 and no one likes to be woken up at 7:30 by rustling right above their house. Grant shook his head again and pointed to a cottage, where part of the insides were curved.
"No way, Grant!" I said seeing him about to nod. "I don't like it."
We looked at one of the houses three streets away from school, located on Jasmine Drive, number 11, right at the end with a fair amount of garden space and two bedrooms. We faced each other.
"This one," said Grant.
I smiled and clicked to see the rooms. The previous family had turned the second bedroom into a study. There was a power shower and a bath in the bathroom and a drive at the front.
"Its perfect," I said to him and he grinned at me.
Grant and I walked down to the meeting the headmistress had called. Cammie was sulking with Zach when we got there and muttering rude, highly offensive words under her breath about something to do with him being too childish. Liz was slouched against Jonas and Macey was scowling at the table. Grant led me over to an empty table with two seats on it and the headmistress rang the bell for silence. Everybody looked towards her.
"Calm down, students, calm down. Today a friend and I are going to explain the details of the test. First of all, I will be reading out some names. These are some of the pairs that haven't reported they know yet. Tina and James, Alex and Thomas, Amber and Lewis, Cameron and Zachary, Bethany and George, Katy and Callum, Anna and Keoni, Kayleigh and Daniel. That's it. Now I will pass you all on to this good friend of mine, Faraday Hill."
A round of applause erupted, Faraday Hill is like a zillionaire and last time she gave us all £1000 each because she needed to get rid of it. . She's amazing and a decent person as well. She's Cammie's godmother.
"Hello, its good to be back and see all your smiling faces!" she said brightly, tucking a golden string of hair behind her ear. "Today I'm going to explain your test to you." She adjusted her blue lacy blouse and straightened her collar. "It will start tomorrow, now that you all know who your with. You have one night to complete your slips and paperwork for your pair and begin packing. Tomorrow, you will have just an hour to finish preparing before you drive or walk or take taxis to your new home and back. A few empty vans are £5 an hour, and you better include that in your list of demands in your sheets otherwise your going to have to take more trips than necessary to unload and move in. I have planted about a thousand and a bit pounds in your new house, in a cupboard. There will be no school for the rest of the week so you can customize, paint, build and buy things for your house, of course, you can go over budget. I know Blackthorne Boys inherited a lot last year when their richest teacher passed away." A few heads looked down, others looked annoyed. Grant was looking down and looking annoyed. "But we need to make sure you know the rules." She posted up a huge banner behind her that had rules elegantly scribed along it.
"Rule number one," she read out. "All pairs must have separate beds. Rule number two. "No pair should hide anything from us, like alcohol, cigarettes or anything else." She peered around at all of us. "Rule number three. No relationships with civilians. Rule number four. No violence. At all. Especially not on each other. Remember the police don't know about this, they could arrest you and take away your career as spies forever."
She paused.
"That's all the rules. Now you are welcome to dinner here occasionally, about twice a week if you want it. But you'll go home for lunch and have a slightly longer period of time to cook. Every other day there will be a cleaner, making sure your house is tidy. If she catches you breaking the rules , she will report back to me and I will harshly punish you. Except for the people on Jasmine Drive, who will have a separate one because our cleaners schedule is so busy. They will clean themselves some days, other days the cleaner will show up. That's, by first names, Macey and Nick, Rebecca and Grant, Elizabeth and Jonas. That will be all from me. You have one hour to return your paperwork. Now scram."
Faraday Hill shooed us out of the room like we were dogs and said something to Cammie's mother. Grant grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the rush of students and onto a sofa.
"I already did the paperwork. I did it before we went down, remember?" he said.
"Oh yeah," I realized. "I almost forgot."
And then we walked up the wooden stairs to my room, and began taking everything out of the wardrobe. I made him get some boxes and look away when I packed my underwear, I packed my makeup in the same box and added a thin few wads of dollars my parents had supplied me with from my last birthday. I kicked Grant out of the room to pack his stuff, and relaxed on the bed reading a magazine. After many, many OK! magazines, I fell asleep, dreaming about Grant, our house and Oreos with bright pink cream. What are you looking at? Its not my fault I fell asleep hungry!
A / N: So, I hope you liked it but I had an idea! Not for the story, for a little game in the reviews. I told you a few random facts about me that weren't personal and I didn't mind sharing. I was thinking you could write a sentence on the end of your review about some random stuff about you. Also, last chapter, I added a fact in the A / N and if you want to share a random fact you know, then I'll put it on my profile AND on here AND give you a shoutout. So get reviewing. This chapters fact was chosen by one of my friends, Faye, who loves random stuff. She told me...
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache.
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