1Chapter 3

Lucy rushed to clean her room before Amy arrived. Some people had rooms to fit their personalities. Lucy just had a room in all black, with a bed of black silk, a black laptop, and a black desk. It might actually fit her personality, all things considered, but she was just shooting for staying under the radar.

Her room wasn't as clean as it could be, but the only thing she was a really concerned about hiding was a picture of Amy she had on her dresser. She got it from Dominique's room one night. She was always willing to steal it if need be. Though, she did turn over a new leaf when she entered the D.E.B.S. This was the closest she had ever been to being perfect at something.

Still, a picture of Amy Bradshaw just lying around? 'That picture needed to be appreciated in the only way it can be. By none other than me.' Lucy reasoned to herself. It was true. Dominique practically gave her the picture saying she never really liked Amy anyway.

Lucy decided the underwear drawer was the safest place. Lucy figured if there was ever a need for Amy to be going through Lucy's underwear drawer, the fact her picture happened to be there should be the farthest thing from her mind. She closed the drawer and simultaneously heard a soft knock on the door. Right on time.

"Hey- What are you doing here?" Lucy asked, going from happy to annoyed in a split second.

"Move loser, look I don't like the fact that you're copying my look." Max said, letting herself in Lucy's room.

"What are you talking about and why now?" Lucy said, trying to push Max out the door before Amy got there.

"I volunteered to help organize the D.E.B.S. database for Ms. Petrie, so I was going through all the full body renders of all the cadets and I saw you sampling my style." Max said.

"You're not even borderline anymore. You're full on psychotic aren't you?" Lucy said, shaking her head.

"Don't back talk to your superior, soldier. I don't want to have to regulate on your ass." Max said.

"To regulate on my ass, wouldn't you have to remove your lips from Ms. Petrie's ass? Also, this is the start of the new term, and you just became top squad yesterday. You can't pull rank on me. Especially over something so stupid. How exactly am I "copying" your style?" Lucy said, using the quotation fingers.

"Well, I admit you do ok, with the BARELY buttoned shirt, and short plaid skirts, even though you're copying Dominique, but I could care less about that." Max said. "My problem is the combat boots you're sporting."
"Fine, ok, fine. I'll make you a deal. I had to close down all my accounts, when I decided to live the clean life and I am virtually broke besides the money the academy gives me. I could either wear the combat boots or whatever you buy me. I'm an 8 1/2 by the way." Lucy said, opening the door to kick Max out only to reveal Amy.

"I cannot and will not pay for your fashion taste, maggot." Max said, thoroughly enjoying the fact, she could now pull rank.

"Fine, whatever, get out!" Lucy said, glaring at Max, then turning and flashing Amy a million dollar grin.

"Amy? What are you doing here?" Max asked.

"I was gonna help Lucy study. What are you doing here? Or is it personal, I could leave?" Amy offered, back away.

"No!" Max and Lucy said in unison.

"Like I would have anything to do with her. Just don't tell anyone I was here. I am a badass ruler of this school. Last thing I need people to think is that I have feelings of any kind for anyone. Except for you and the rest of the squad. My FRIENDS." Max said, giving Lucy a pointed look.

"Later." She said, walking out.

"Is she acting a little angrier than usual?" Lucy said.

"She heard Ms. Petrie took someone off the international squad for being too lenient on criminals, so Max is trying to set herself apart from the crowd." Amy said, with a chuckle.

"That girl needs to be de-clawed." Lucy half-joked.

"Yeah." Amy said, looking at her shoes.

"Oh, come in." Lucy said, moving out of the doorway. Amy walked in and Lucy shut the door.

"So..." They both said, standing there awkwardly.