Thanks for reviewing! I would usually wait awhile before posting again, but I couldn't help it. I have up until chapter 4 already! AH I LOVE THIS STORY!
PROS AND CONS OF HAVING A HOT SPY BOYFRIEND:
Pro: He's a spy and can save your life. Not to mention he's already done this.
Con: He's a spy and practices lying and detecting lies. But then again, it works both ways.
Pro: He's charming
Con: He's too charming; it's way too hard to stay mad at him.
I'll continue this list later.
Anyways, let's see the focus questions for the day
-Was the attacker from CofC? (Well, obviously, but why did they give up and let me get away so easily?)
-Why didn't Zach help me then?
-WHY DID HE LIE?!
When I got home, I went through all the rest of the classes with my mind in a daze. I kept going over these things. Zach hadn't been the serious Zach like last time he was "protecting" me. He'd been the playful Zach, but there was something he was hiding. And I could tell.
I went into the Grand Hall and sat down next to Macey. Just then, sirens went off. The lights were flashing on and off. This wasn't just a code red. This was code black. Someone was threatening the school. But was that what they were really after? Or were they after me.
I couldn't think, but I knew I couldn't leave the mansion. I also knew going with everyone else wouldn't be safe. I ran up the hall to the secret place behind the wall of her mom's office. I squeezed into the cob-webbed filled space. The place I used to be able to slide in and out of. I could barely see the room, just through a crack in the small space. The door opened and a man in a black suit came in. He was defiantly one of the people who broke into Gallagher Academy grounds. He started talking in Farsi. I couldn't really hear every distinct word, but a few words popped out. And these words made everything change. The one-sided conversation she was hearing right now was probably the answers to most of her questions. She heard her dad's name. Of course, by itself, it doesn't mean much. It's that he said Cameron Morgan along with that. Also the words: Kidnap, Kill, Alive, Dead. Which to me, is not a very good sign. I held my breath as he looked around. He scaled the bookcase with his fingers, and picked up a small statue. On my mom's desk, a small part turned around. It flipped, and on it was just a picture of me and my dad. The man cursed in Italian and left the room. Well, technically he climbed out the window. The sirens blared for another two minutes, then stopped. The iron walls that covered every wall raised, and my mom came into view. She saw the picture, picked it up, and dropped down to her knees. She held the frame to her chest and sobbed. I looked down at my feet as a tear rolled off of my face.
Things I know: They were after me. Having something to do with my dad.
Things I don't know: What my mom knew about this whole situation. What Zach knew.
What I should do next.
Now what? I finally left though the small crack in the wall, and returned to my room. I crept inside and sat by the window, wondering; What should I do now?
