So, it's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry 'bout that, though... I have a perfectly good reason as for why I didn't update this story and Rebel, Devil, Cameron when I updated the others. You see, I have many stories, correct? Well, most of them are written out until a certain number of chapters, and some are written out more than others. RDC and this one are my shortest ones (other than my songfics!), so I actually had to write them now, not to mention I am having my test week (because my school thinks it's best to have all our tests in a week, three times a year!) and my mom keeps stealing my laptop (AND KEEPS USING MY PAGES!), so I can't exactly write that much...
Enough with my lame excuses, though... See you at the end of the chapter! Try not to miss me too much!
I made it with 2 minutes and 8 seconds to spare, so I was standing there with my dad, waiting for the boys.
"Hey Cams, you feeling better? What's with the huge purse?", my dad asked, trying to break the awkwardness.
"Yeah, sort of. That nap was really good, but I'm starving so I'm probably going to buy lunch in D.C. And what do you think I have in this purse, a person? Geez, Daddy... Does your head still hurt from this morning?", I asked as innocently as possible.
For a guy with a reputation in our world like my dad's, he was pretty thick sometimes. What would I have in this purse, he knows I'm strictly biz, so I obviously have spy equipment here. But the mention of his head was good enough to distract him, because even if I'm technically a spy-in-training now, I've been CIA since I was four, and I know better than to let people butt into my stuff, even if they're family or friends, there are moles and bugs everywhere.
"Yes, it does, Cammie. Abby said to tell you that you got extra credit for the hits, and I have decided that if you behave, I won't tell your mom and you'll just do some detention with me and Joe."
I smiled a lot now, for lots of reasons, like my dad having had spent 7 hours in pain from a hit I caused (because that means I'm strong, not because my dad is in pain), I got extra credit in Fighting (again), my mom won't hear about this (therefore I won't endure any screaming) and most importantly the detention, because even though most students dread detention with either of the two, I don't because it's basically them trying to make me show my boredom (giving them a reason to criticize me on being sloppy) or trying to tire me out by making me do a lot of things, no one had ever gotten both of them before, not even me, so that means something new, which seems fun.
The boys arrived, and by boys I mean Zach 'Sir Smirks-a-lot' (codename courtesy of me) Goode, Grant 'Captain Cuddles' Newman (codename also courtesy of me), Henry 'Lakers' Locke, Jason 'Shades' Ykbal, Vick 'Badass' Hawthorne (A/N: Uknowiloveu, that one was for you – and a shoutout to all my fellow tributes!), Trevor '21 Guns' Jacobs and Florence 'Fluffy' Ishtar. Zach and Grant ran up to me and hugged me, glad to know I'm feeling better, but I am still with a fever.
"Oh my God, Gallagher Girl! Are you okay? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in our room, resting in your bed, trying to get better! You're burning up, just like this morning, only a little less, and you're here, of all places?! Dammit, Mr. Morgan! You're not going to let her actually participate, are you? She's sick, for God's sake! She has a fever, not to mention she looks sort of pale, and you're letting her come on a stupid CoveOps lesson that she can no doubt do without?!" I hugged him back, trying to tell my dad to not get mad at Zach for yelling at him with my eyes over my now fuming boyfriend's shoulder.
"Shh, Zach... Honey, calm down, okay? I took some medicine, and it's a simple Op. Joey briefed me before I was allowed to come by Joe himself, okay? Just tone down the anger. It's really sweet that you're worried about me, and I'm touched, but please just drop it, okay? If I wasn't fine, Joe wouldn't even have told me about the mission, would he? No, because he's my dad's best friend and my godfather, he cares too. So just calm down, take a deep breath and hop onto the helicopter with me, alrighty?", I say in my most soothing voice possible, while rubbing soothing circles on his back and walking with him towards said vehicle.
People all around me were in shock about how I was talking to him and how he immediately calmed down when I began talking. Oh yeah, they didn't know we were dating... Gee, you'd think people would figure it out after 3 years and a half, even if we couldn't show much PDA because of the secret, the fact that I always sit next to him and how he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead sometimes and stuff are enough of a hint! I mean, my aunt, father and godfather (along with the teachers) caught on!
"Oh, right... Y'all didn't know that we're dating... Took you all long enough, 3 and a half years! From the nine people here, other than myself and Zach, 3 out of possible 7 knew, while you all are oblivious. Man, are you guys slow or what?" I asked, and they laughed a bit. I finally got Zach to sit down in the chopper, and since we're now public, I sat on his lap, put my purse on the seat next to it and leaned on his extremely chiseled chest, burrowing my head in the crook of his neck. My dad got a bit mad but rolled his eyes anyways, just like Grant and Jonas always do when I kiss him good night or when I drool over his amazing 8-pack.
"Everybody on the helicopter, fasten your seat belts and sit your asses on the seats. Morgan, up to the cockpit with me, I need a co-pilot.", Dad said. I rolled my eyes, muttering "yes, Daddy" while getting my purse which was left untouched this time. I say this time because the first (and last time) someone did it, it wasn't nice for him.
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I was heading to my first class ever in Blackthorne, in 7th grade, day 1, fresh off a mission. I had just flown back from a small town in Russia where I had to retrieve a CIA chip stolen by Vladmir Turkishnov, and even though the mission was supposed to take a week, it turned out to take almost 2 months, since I had to let myself be caught (which was proven to be way easier said than done) to infiltrate his base and get the chip back and I had gotten tortured and stuff, nothing too bad, I had been through way worse, even at the young age of 12.
I had also visited Joe's office this morning to say that I was back from the mission and not dead or MIA anymore (because after the week the director had given me, I was pronounced MIA - so much for having a little faith, huh?), but since he wasn't there, I decided to snoop around, finding his Blackthorne Permanent Record and putting it in my bag to read later. After that, I headed to breakfast, figuring he would be there. It turns out I was right (big shocker, I know... I'm ALWAYS right!), and just for the sake of our tradition, not to mention Abby's humor (because apparently my aunt is a teacher here?), I ran at him, yelling "Uncle Joey!"
Aunt Abby was laughing and smiling, as was Joe, who was yelling "Camster! You had us all scared to death!" and caught me, spinning me around. It was a fun reunion until Abby joined the hug and whispered in my ear.
"No hug for me, Squirt? Gee, so much for loving me... Rach will be thrilled to know that her little girl is still alive and kicking... And before you ask, yes, you do have to stay here and learn how to be a spy like everyone else normally does, and you have to pretend to not have experience until the day you tell them. So you go from top CIA agent Chameleon to little Blackthorne Ghost, clear?" I looked at her skeptically because of my codename.
"'Blackthorne Ghost'? That's the best you could come up with? I mean, I know I can disappear quicker than a quarter heartbeat and I literally walk through walls and all, but is that lame or what?" I asked and we were laughing. I noticed everyone was staring, even the teachers, so I decided to lay it out for them.
"Geez, you act like you've never seen a girl before! Yes, I go here. No, I shouldn't be going to Gallagher. Yes, I know that this is a school for assassins. No, I don't care, I will probably end up doing worse. (Not counting the kills I already made). You can call me Cam or Cammie. My codename is Blackthorne Ghost, for reasons you have no access to. Flirt with me and I'll make sure you don't have a family in the future. Unless you're either really cute or I like you." I told the boys, and then turned to the teachers.
"And you guys! Geez, you act like you've never seen a 12-year-old that's roughed up. I was sparring with a friend of mine and we were hard competition for each other, for God's sake! Didn't you guys hear that I was coming in a day late?", I asked and a brave soul (which I later learned was called Mr. Wilmur, the Drill Sergeant) answered me.
"We heard that Mr. Cameron Morgan was coming in today, and you do not look like a boy, Ms..." I laughed along with Abby and Joe.
"Morgan. Cameron Morgan. Nice to meet you, Mr. Sexist. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I can't train to be an assassin at good ol' Blackthorne, now does it?", I asked, effectively stunning him and the rest of the people in the room, because apparently nobody stands up to Mr. Drill Sergeant guy. Well, nobody but me, anyways.
"You know what? Just take a picture, it'll last longer. I'm going to go find my way around here, if anybody annoying decides to follow me, not that you'd be able to, I will tie you up, cut off your balls, make a burrito out of them and force feed the burrito to you, adding a lot of pepper." I say as I stroll out of there, making sure to punch Joe in the eye and whisper just loud enough for everyone to listen, "That's for looking through my bag. This is a warning, next time you do that, I will go full on Draminishroff Maneuver on you, understood?".
He, obviously afraid, just nodded and walked away.
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I get in my seat next to my dad and we take off. I turn to him and ask him, "Hey Dad? Why are we only letting them in on Gallagher today? I mean, why not before? Or why not later, why now?" He looked a little surprised, but answered anyways.
"Because, Cammie, since now the only operatives and, well, you, in the CoveOps class are the ones who opted on it, so we figured it would be the right time to show you the other half... And by the way, don't hack the files from Gallagher, they have enough trouble with one of their own who keeps hacking the database to try and find out about stuff, they don't need the Chameleon messing around with their system. Tell you what, I'll give you extra credit if you manage to tail all of the girls, sounds good?" I smiled at him, but suggested something else.
"How about I get extra credit for tailing Wise Guy and the Baxter girl instead? It's been a while since y'all got me tailing someone good...", I suggested, making him smile and agree. "Do I really have to be your co-pilot? I promise I won't do anything extreme with Zach! Please?" He didn't show any signs of cracking, but it's not like I expected him to. Despite that, I could tell he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind, debating internally whether I could be trusted with my boyfriend or not.
"Okay, you can. But if I even suspect of you two kissing, you won't go to Gallagher to see your mom with your roommates, me, Joe and Abby. And I won't let you go on any missions until you graduate, not even when you're on breaks. Are we clear, Cammie?" I smile at him.
"Sure thing, Daddy-o! I'd hug you now, but you're flying this thing and I don't want to get you sick, so bye!" I said, before walking over to Zach and resuming my earlier position of me on his lap and my head in the crook of his neck.
"Hey Blackthorne Boy? Wake me up when we get wherever we are going, okay?" I asked him.
"Sure thing, Gallagher Girl, but try to get some sleep, okay baby?" he tells me. I nod and fall asleep in a matter of seconds.
Zach POV
I heard footsteps that could only belong to my lovely girlfriend come out of the cockpit and towards me. My suspicions were confirmed when she settled herself on my lap and asked me to wake her up when we got there.
"Sure thing, Gallagher Girl, but try to get some sleep, okay baby?" I ask her, because she is sick and she needs to rest. She nods softly and is asleep soon enough. She looks adorable when she's asleep in my arms. I kiss her forehead, which is still very freaking hot, and whisper "goodnight, Cammie Bear. I love you" against her temple. I look around to notice all the guys but Grant are staring at me as if I had two heads.
"What's up, guys? Why the hell are you staring at me like I'm a two headed beast or something?", I whisper so I don't wake up Cammie.
"Dude, you're going soft on us. I swear to God you are. Sure thing, Gallagher Girl, but try to get some sleep, okay baby?, seriously, Goode? If she weren't your girlfriend, I'd think you're gay. I get it that you want to treat her nicely and all, but I think even Jonas would draw the line when it gets to being mushy!" Trevor yelled, not caring about the sleeping angel on my lap.
Vick, being the rebel guy with a good heart he is, he knocked Trevor out with a Napotine patch, and glared at the guys who were talking loudly, because he is Gallagher Girl's 4th best friend, and he knows how she gets crabby without her sleep.
"Sorry 'bout 21 Guns here, Zach. He's just being an ass like always is. Make sure Cammie is still asleep or whoever ends up paired with her for the mission will be in some deep shit. And who would've thought that the Zachary Goode would actually be the nice guy?" Vick said, obviously enjoying the chance to make fun of me, because even best friends do that every once in a while.
I felt the helicopter start descending, so I decided to wake up Gallagher Girl once we had already landed. I heard Mr. Morgan's voice on the intercom.
"Cammie and gentlemen, sit the heck down, we're landing", he said. So Cammie isn't a lady, boy will she be mad when she finds out. Since I heard her breathing quicken a bit and felt her smile against my neck before placing a small kiss there, it won't be long. She removed her beautiful face from my neck soon enough, only to find all the guys staring at her.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Did you have a Goode nap?" I asked her, using the classic pun. She laughed.
"Of course I did! Oh, and when Trevor wakes up, tell him that I'm going to have a little chat with him, 'kay Blackthorne Boy?" she said, talking to me, her Blackthorne Boy. I nodded as we landed and she stood from my lap, opening de door to the helicopter and walking out, looking sexy as ever.
Cammie POV
I woke up to hear my dad saying, "Cammie and gentlemen, sit the heck down, we're landing", and I got a bit mad at him. I'm not a lady then? Oh, who am I kidding? Since when can The Chameleon, top assassin and spy at the young age of 4, be called a lady? But I still pretended to be livid at my dad, for my amusement. I smiled against Zach's neck (well, the crook of his neck, but you get the point) and placed a sweet kiss to his neck and faced him.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Did you have a Goode nap?" I heard Zach ask me, using his way overused and lame pun, but being the amazing girlfriend I am, I laughed anyways.
"Of course I did! Oh, and when Trevor wakes up, tell him that I'm going to have a little chat with him, 'kay, Blackthorne Boy?" I said, and he nodded in agreement as I stood up and walked to the helicopter's door and got out, waiting for the rest of the guys (who were all staring at me!) and Dad to come out. I was so going to get him for not calling me a lady later, when we're back at good ol' Blackthorne, of course.
About 2 minutes later, everyone was out and we were being briefed by my dad and being passed out comms units, except for me, of course. I got my briefing and comms a while ago.
"Tailing. Folders. 5:00 PM. Here at 5:10. Alone or pairs. Go", my dad stated, objectively and not wanting to waste time, while handing out folders on our targets. Mine, as Joe had told me, said REBECCA BAXTER. I read it.
GALLAGHER ACADEMY FOR EXCEPTIONAL YOUNG WOMEN
REBECCA ROSE BAXTER
GRADE LEVEL: Sophomore
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tan skin, bright hazel eyes, black long hair, tall, muscular, beautiful
EMOTIONAL DESCRIPTION: Despite her usual calm manor around her friends, she gets mad quite easily; friendly
STUDY TRACK: Covert Operations – Level 1
CODENAME: Duchess
NOTES: British, prefers to be called Bex, enjoys punching people and/or things, close friend of Macey McHenry and Elizabeth Sutton, knows the Baxter chokehold!, and is somewhat friends of the other girls in the grade
And it came with a picture as well. She is quite pretty, if I do say so myself. I bet Grant would like her, I mean, she's strong, likes punching stuff and is pretty.
I snuck a peak at Zach's file, which says MACEY MCHENRY on it. Hang on, mine said this Bex girl is close to the McHenry girl, so that means it is likely that they will pair up, meaning me and Zach can pair up! Or I could go solo and try to befriend them while Zach tails the three of us, and if something went wrong, I'd ditch them and tail with Zach. Yeah, I like the sound of that.
Lame, I know... But hey, at least it's something! I'm really sorry about making you guys wait all this time for this... I think it sucks, but hopefully you guys won't and you'll love it and wait patiently for me to update and not give up on me!
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Okay, so I'm going to ask you guys something, and don't think I'm doing this just for attention, because I'm not. I just want to understand why, okay?
WHY IN THE HELL DOES BASICALLY ANYONE SAY I'M A GOOD WRITER OR THAT I'M TALENTED? Guys, I SUCK! Seriously! I've read people's writing that are much better than mine, and it's kind of hard to see anything worse... Can someone explain why you guys think I'm good? Seriously, I DON'T GET IT! Now I feel like Grant. And I don't like it.
Over and out
~JOZL