Job, Mission or Chance at Love?
Chapter Three
The next day was my first day as a teacher. When I woke up I was excited. But as I pulled on my jean shorts, white flowy top and black vans, I realized that this job was going to be slightly boring considering I had to start the day off with the basics. So that's what I did. I walked around the sublevels all morning after skipping breakfast- which no one would chew me out for because they're all afraid of me, even my own parents- naming surveillance techniques and answering questions.
Then lunch rolled around. I decided to actually attend this meal and as I entered the dining hall, fashionably late, every head turned. I ignored the attention, grabbed an apple and sat down at the girls' table. "So, what's up, guys?"
"Well," Liz started. "I'm creating a new model for-"
"The Boy to English translator?" I guessed.
"Well, no... I already have a mobile prototype for that. It just doesn't work yet." She said.
I sighed. "That's unfortunate because I could really use it right now." I made the mistake of glancing at Zach, who was staring at me but looked away when I caught him. I thought I felt eyes on me.
"Why?"
"Zachary Goode." Macey and Bex answered in union.
I glared at them as Liz said, "Oh, yeah..."
"Thanks guys..." My voice was dripping with sarcasm.
They just shrugged and Liz changed the subject.
"So, Cams," Liz started. "What are you doing with us in class after lunch?"
With that, every head at the Gallagher Girls' table turned.
"Oh," I smirked. "I have something very fun planned." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed a number I knew very well.
"The Director." I heard from the other line.
"Will, its me." I said.
"Oh. Hey Camster." He said.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Send me 15 of your best agents to Roseville for a tailing/tailee assignment."
"You got it."
"Thanks. Talk to you later."
"Okay. Bye Cams." He said, hanging up.
Everyone was staring at me but, a), I felt a particular someone's gaze on me and, b), Tina was the one to ask the question. "Well? What are we doing?"
(My conversation was too quiet for them to hear.)
"You'll see." With that, I rose out of my chair, took a bite out of my apple, threw it behind my back and into the trash can that was 30 feet away, and strutted out of the dining hall.
10 minutes later, I was exiting a passageway behind a picture frame that I'd discovered that just happened to lead to the front of the CoveOps classroom. As I jumped down from the painting, landing on my desk, all heads snapped to the front. I dusted a couple of cobwebs off of my arms before saying, "The 15 of you, meet me in the foyer in ten minutes wearing casual clothes."
And with that, I ducked back into the passageway, not leaving time for questions. When I emerged from behind another painting and into the foyer, 3 and a half minutes later, only one person was standing there. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, a blue t-shirt with the words "Cool Guy" and some white Jordans.
As I jumped down from the passageway, Zach looked me up and down, checking me out for the second time in the 24 hours, 19 hours and 57.9 minutes, I'd known him.
"You going to talk or keep checking me out?" I said, putting on my Abby pose.
Realizing what he was doing, he instantly snapped out of his trance.
I smirked.
"Hey!" Zach exclaimed. "You stole my smirk!"
"Sorry but it looks cooler when I do it." I retorted.
He smirked. "Maybe, but I doubt it. I think it looks cooler when I do it because the ladies love it." he winked and i fought hard not to shiver, and winning.
"Well you know what?" I stepped closer to him, jabbing my finger into his chest. "You are just an egotistical teenager that needs to learn to respect his superiors."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. And you know what else? You just think you're better than everyone else because you're the best spy-in-training. But guess what? There's more to life than being the best spy. I should know."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep."
His hands went around my waist and I hid my emotions, which were confused, happy, trapped and a little scared. I stared into his captivating green eyes and immediately became a hostage. I wondered why soap could smell so much better on him than on anyone else. When he leaned his head down, I didn't protest. I just let my eyes flutter closed as his lips touched mine. His fingers tangled into my hair as I curled my fingers through his beautiful brown locks. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, not only because of rules but because I wanted to protect my heart that had been broken once before behind a brick wall. But it was already crumbling and I couldn't do anything about it. We didn't pull away from each other until we heard footsteps about 50 feet away echoing down the halls. We had about 45 seconds to right ourselves before the rest of the class got there, at the pace they were going, but we let go of each other slowly, savoring the moment through eye contact.
Even after everyone arrived in the foyer, the sweet taste of Zach's lips on mine was still lingering as I walked out of the giant oak doors, the class following behind.
God, what is this boy doing to me...
"Alright class," I turned to face everyone when we reached the lawn, my eyes staying on Zach a little longer than the others. "Today we will be stealing my dad's 4-wheel drives, yes that was plural, he has two. Why? Well we will be driving into town where you will each have to compromise one CIA agent. But one problem, I need someone to drive the second truck."
Before her hand even shot into the air, I looked at Bex. "No, Bex. You can not drive. Even if we are spies, lord knows we would all die with you driving."
As she frowned, there were a couple of snickers.
"Anyone else?" I looked around. "Fine. I'll pick." I gazed at all of my choices.
There was Tina, Eva, Macey, Liz and Kim. No...
Zach's friends Grant, Jonas and Nick, and a few other kids I knew but didn't know...
And that only left me one choice.
I sighed. "Zach, I guess."
He smirked that idiot smirk of his and I rolled my eyes.
"Okay," I smiled. "Let's go. Follow me."
As we walked, the class following behind me, I called Dad. "Dad?"
"Hey, Cams. What's up Chameleon? Aren't you supposed to be teaching?" He replied.
"I am. But quick question. Where do you keep the trucks?" I asked.
"Uh, in the secret base in the lake. Why?" He asked, skeptically.
"Okay, thanks!" I hung up, not answering his question.
When we reached the lake, I turned, and the class stopped in their tracks. "Bex, can I trust you to keep them in line while I'm gone for a second?"
She crackled her knuckles and came to stand next to me. "Definitely."
"Just don't kill them, okay? I don't want to deal with the paperwork."
She sighed. "Okay." But as I walked away, I heard here mutter, "I never get to have any fun."
I chuckled lightly at my dim-witted friend.
"Oh, and Zach? Come with me." I said and I heard his footsteps behind me.
I went to the edge of the woods just inside of school grounds and looked fro the large black rock, Zach behind me. I soon found it and lifted the 50 pound boulder with no trouble. Under it I found the hand-print-reading panel that will only open the passage to the underground, or under lake I should say, base if your print is in the system. I let the device scan my had and then returned the boulder, walking back to the lake. Zach followed me, surprisingly not asking questions. As soon as I stepped on a specific space at the shore, a staircase opened into the lake and as Zach stepped on the fifth step after I did, the opening closed, only to be open when another hand-print is scanned. I quickly walked the cold hallways to get to the end of the west hall where the garage was. Zach's footsteps could be heard behind me.
When I entered, I instantly saw I sight I didn't think I would see for a while. All 25 of my parents' favorite expensive cars. I grinned at the sight.
"What is this place?" Zach came to stand next to me.
"My parents' official garage." I told him.
I walked to the very end of the first row to see my Dad's blue 4-wheel drives. I ran my hand across the hood, the shiny surface just as clean as the day they bought it. I glanced up at Zach, who was still gaping at the sight from the doorway. "Hey, can you bring me the two sets of blue keys over there?"
He finally stopped drooling and walked over to the key rack by the door before walking over to me with the keys for the trucks. He smirked as he handed them to me.
"Oh no. Mr. Cocky is back." I said, fake worry in my voice.
He laughed. "Hey, I would argue against that. It's not Mr. Cocky."
"Oh yeah?" I laughed."Then what do you call it?"
"Charming. Mr. Charming."
I laughed even harder. "As if."
"Oh really?" He stepped closer. "Well you're saying one thing, but your kiss is saying another."
His nose brushed mine and as I got lost in his green eyes, I couldn't help but think, yet again...
God, what is this boy doing to me...