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Agent Phil Coulson

I woke in complete cold sweat the next morning, while, as always, waking up late. Once I got to school, everyone had their eyes glued on me like I was an alien from outer space. Chloe kept telling me that it was nothing, but come on, who really sweats this much? The sweat was going through my clothes fast and…well…I had to end up wearing Chloe's "Spare Clothes."

If you don't know Chloe Simmons style, you don't know her, which means I had to end up wearing a prissy gurly outfit all day.

"I must say I do well," Chloe said examine me for the millionth time. She looked at the light velvet blouse I was wearing, along with the black skinny (which thank god) I was able to wear.

"Okay, can we go now? I really need to get to class!"

"Wait, just one minute, we need to do one last thing…," Chloe stopped me with a grimacing smile, but I could already see the showdown that was going to take place.

Was she going to put some chemical in my body? Or worse have me put on make-up. I really didn't want to know, as I watched vigilantly as she pulled out a wide lengthened comb.

I let out a huge sigh of relief. THANK GOD!

"You're lucky that I brought this comb today," Chloe said to me as she began combing gently on my brunette hair. Somehow she made my hair more wavy than usual, and I must add it was very nice.

"Yeah, thanks for everything I owe you one."

"No kidding, but really you're my best friend, you don't have to 'owe me' anything."

"Really? Are you sure? I mean, I probably look ridiculous in this, but I have to be…in class."

"Yeah, you should probably get going since you have, I don't know, 10 minutes to get to class. Yes you will be very late."

"Well, nothing says a good student like getting to class early."

I began walking, clutching my backpack on my way out when Chloe suddenly said, "Since when are you early for class?"

"Like I said it's good to be early."

"Okay," she answered sarcastically as I kept walking out of the bathroom I was forced to be in and on my way to English like I always did, but she noticed, Chloe that is, noticed something was different. I mean, she wasn't that stupid, she could tell I was up to something, I just hoped she wouldn't find out today.

And by the time lunch rolled by, I had completely ditched the cheer squad and Chloe cause of the scene yesterday and well…I had a certain person to talk to, that no one could see me with just for the time being: Chris Stane.

I walked into the library and sat curled up in a ball in one of the far left corners to make sure it was the best hiding spot and I waited and waited and waited…Chris never came. The anger I felt yesterday came stirring back to life. Of course, he wouldn't come he's the richest men in the world behind Brad Pitt and I'm a nobody. He obviously had no time for me, and I was already mad enough that I didn't care anymore. I didn't care for Chris Stane anymore, just Chris. That's all.

the suddenly, A surge of…something uncertain came gently coming up my spine as the anger lifted. It felt…static and amazing all at once, but it was probably just my imagination because it only lasted for a few short seconds. If I only had one last chance. Soon after that, the sweat came back to me, gushing out of my forehead like a waterfall.

I stayed in the same position, letting the sweat act like tears as they trembled down my cheeks, thinking of how stupid I was, thinking of why I did this and how dumb it really is to react this way after one day, but even if it was only one day I could get through it.

"God, I just wish Charlie was here," I quietly told myself wiping the sweat from all around, pretending there was some peaceful sighting, but it was only pretend.

"So, do I," a very professional voice said in the distance.

I looked up, my face glimmering with the smell of sweat.

"I'm sorry, but Who are you?" I asked, I'd thought this was the abandoned area.

"Agent Phil Coulson," Phil replied putting a hand out. He had a black work office suit and really nice dress shoes that would make my father explode in jealousy.

I grabbed his hand, helping me get up onto my feet. I stared at him for a moment as if I'd seen him before. There was something familiar about the way he looked and stood. It was stuck in the absence of memory.

"Thanks," I finally said.

"You're welcome."

"You must be Ronnie Summers," Agent Coulson pointed out.

"Yeah."

"I can see you got the gift we sent."

"Wait, who's we?"

"Supreme Headquarters, International Espionage, Law-Enforcement Division"

They were the same people who sent the necklace. What did they want from me? A refund or some "Special discount."

"What? Do you want it back now, it's not like it was special to me or anything bu-

"No, you need that necklace; I just want to make sure you hear what I am about to tell you."

I looked at him suspicious, waiting for what he was to say to me, but I was sick of it. I didn't want to hear it. It'd would've probably been a lie, just like what Chris told me yesterday. I was over it, so I didn't want to hear it.

"Sorry, but I don't want to hear what you have to say to me right now. I've gone though enough today as it is."

"You need that necklace, its special. There's a reason why you got it."

"Yes, just like there's a reason for everything in this world."

"No, this one is different, Ronnie."

"Yeah okay."

I began walking out of the library as fast as I could, but as soon as I got out to the hallway there were more people like him with their stupid suits. I didn't care what he had to say, I didn't know who these people were, nor did I want to start knowing now.

"I know you're father, Ronnie; both of your parents," Phil explained running towards me, trying to make me understand and just listen to him for once.

But that didn't work. He had already implied it a few minutes ago. Nothing could stop me from what was about happen, so I kept running out of the scene until I got to the large arches near the quad and squatted in nearest darkest place I could possibly find.

Surprisingly, they didn't come looking for me, instead, or at least I was pretty sure, that they left me alone. Those people, spies, or whatever they were called would leave me alone for now, and most likely never bother me again. But the one thing that couldn't leave me was my questions about Charlie and the necklace.

I glanced at it; while I let my hands feel its smooth metal surface and intricate designs. How could this be special? I mean, come on it's a necklace! It was probably going to be a big huge scam anyway. Just like the Chris ordeal. But then again maybe he was right, about the reason this was happening to me, probably preparing me for something big. Hopefully a good kind of big; the ones you look forward to all the time. Not stardom or anything like that, but destiny.

"Ronnie, where are you?" Chloe's voice, or what sounded like Chloe's voices, came calling from the quad in the direction to me.

Oh no. she couldn't see me like this again. Me all sweating like a pig. She'll think I've gone into hypothermia, and end up taking me to the school nurse. The perfect explanation for this is because the school nurse, Ms. Collins, is CRAZY, I tell you. She won't stop until you're all better, so it's hard asking to get out of that stupid little office she has.

As she got closer to my hiding place, it was obvious that she still couldn't find me. But it wasn't Chloe though, as she got closer, it was Hannah. She was probably sent to go look for me. But who knew that she would sound and have the exact same voice as Chloe?

I smiled slightly at the thought of it.

"Excuse me have you seen a Ronnie Summers anywhere?" Agent Coulson said running up to Hannah frantically, breathing heavily.

"No, actually I'm looking for her too," Hannah replied with a mischievous grin.

"And who are you?"

"Chloe Simmons, her best-est friend in the entire world."

Excuse me. I couldn't believe what Hannah just said. I mean, are you serious? Why would she even think of something like that to say? All of the possible reasons I could think of was that she was planning something…something sneaky.

"Are you really?"

"Yup, she does cheer with me."

Ewe….nothing that Chloe would ever say.

"Will you help me look for her?"

"Sure, anything for my best friend."

Shoot. I have my archenemy posing as Chloe, while she is making allies with a complete stranger I met a few minutes ago. Just a lovely scene now, Right?

I saw them walk together down the hall and turn left, nowhere to be seen. Out of sight and I couldn't stop it. I was speechless, motionless, but then Chloe came in my mind and I needed to find her before someone got to her. or maybe something had already gotten to her.

Noooooo!Ahhhhhhhhhh! I heard a distinct scream from down the hall and that's when I knew that was the real Chloe Simmons.