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"Free day!" Bry sang doing a back walkover down the sidewalk of the main town square. "Bry, normal people can't do gymnastics." Joe said rolling her eyes pulling a lock of red hair out of her face. Bry laughed, "Maybe I'm a dancer. It's just a walk over Joe, live a little. It's our day off. Where to Ev?" Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the park bench where Stenton and I had talked. He'd probably forgotten about me by now. "Ev? Earth to Evelyn Goode?" Bry said when I didn't reply to her. I looked at her blankly, "Oh sorry... Um...we could see a movie."

"We could go stalk a certain Mr. Stenton West." Bry suggested slyly. I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, let's just go over to his house, nothing suspicious there." I said sarcastically. "Or you could just walk up to him." Joe said as casually as she would have said, your shoe's untied, or let's go get icecream. I looked up to where she was pointing, and there he was. He'd already caught sight of us and was walking (well technically limping, he was still in crutches). However, I noticed a change; his cast was littered with signatures and notes.

Bry gave me an encouraging nudge, "Well, Joe and I are going to make ourselves scarce, have fun!" She said with a small giggle dragging Joe away who looked over her shoulder and gave me an uncertain glance before they jay walked across the street, and disappeared into a small boutique where I knew they'd be watching. Could they have set this up? I had no idea how... no it had to be a coincidence. The two of them must have simply seen him before I had, they were capable of knowing his walking schedule, surely.

"Evelyn Goode." Stenton said once he was close enough to talk to me. I found myself smiling. Why is it that whenever you talk to a hot guy, you end up smiling? It's like a genetic response or something. "Hi, stranger." I said casually placing my hands into the pockets of my cardigan. "You don't have a facebook." He stated. He'd looked me up? I know, I promised myself that I wouldn't be into him, but he was hinting so much that he was into me. And when a guy is interested in you (a hot guy at that) it's so hard not to be interested back.

"No. I don't really have time for one." I told the truth. "Can I have your phone number?" He asked casually, that made me a little disappointed. He was obviously used to asking girls for their numbers. "No, I don't have a phone." I lied, and the highly trained spy in me forced myself blush, a normal teenager would have been embarrassed by not having a phone. "Are you shitting me? –Sorry." Stenton apologized for swearing.

I think that was the moment I gave up on trying not to like him. Sure I'd only met him twice, but he was... well... Stenton West. And the way he said he was sorry as he scratched the back of his head with that sheepish grin... well, you had to be there. How many guys have you ever heard of apologizing for language? And something as common as are you shitting me? He definitely wasn't your average dare devil. So what if I barely knew him? I knew him, and that was something, going to Gallagher I definitely don't get a lot of chances to talk to guys, and with those slim chances who'd think I'd get as lucky as to encounter a guy like Stenton.

"Don't be sorry." I said quickly, "And, yeah, my dad's really protective of me. He thinks people might try to get in touch with me to get to him." Now that was the truth, I did own a cell phone but it was a spies only cell phone. Neither of my parents really trust civilians. So what I had said was partially true. Stenton laughed, "What does your dad do?" He asked. Save the world on a daily basis I wanted to answer. But instead I lied, "He owns Cheerios." I said smiling. And if you google it, Zachery Goode, did own Cheerios. It was my families cover. Every Galligher Girl's family has a cover for times when civilians just might go in for more information. I was glad my parents and drilled me on it repeatedly when I had entered the fifth grade and begin to go to Gallagher.

"No way." Stenton laughed. I shrugged, "Yeah, I think it's a stupid thing to get rich on. My friend Bry's father is an Astrophysicist, that's something to get rich off of." Stenton nodded absently, "If you don't mind me asking... why boarding school?" The spy in me began to work again. Stenton wanted to know why my parents had gotten rid of me. In other words he wanted to know if my parents had abandoned me in a similar way that his mother had abandoned him. Part of me wanted to tell him the truth and say that my parents loved me, but Gallagher Academy was the best place for me to learn. But the expert actress/spy I am wouldn't allow me to.

I allowed my self to look bitter, "I dunno. I guess my parents are too busy to be... well, to be parents... so boarding school is the most convenient place for me." The way that Stenton looked at me killed me. He had this sort of "I've found a kindred spirit" look in his eyes. I wanted to shoot myself in the foot. I didn't have to tell that lie, I knew I didn't have to tell it and it wouldn't have made that much of a difference. But the spy in me knew the quickest way to get close to him and instinct sort of took over.

Stenton gave me the most adorable significant look, "I know exactly how you feel." I averted my gaze not wanting to look into his eyes, "What do your parents do?" I asked changing the conversation to him so I wouldn't be tempted to lie. Stenton shrugged, "He's a Math Teacher, not exactly a big business man. My mom –well my parents are divorced-" I'd figured that was coming, "Oh, sorry." I said politely, but not awkwardly. Stenton shrugged, "Yeah... but anyways, my mom is a Fashion Magazine Editor, and she just got this new job in France, I forget the name of the magazine but, it's good for her. I used to live with her, but I couldn't go with her, so I'm here with my dad... But I'm glad now." Stenton gave me another big significant look.

We stood there and simply smiled at each other for a few seconds. Then Stenton broke the silence, "So... No Facebook, No Myspace, No cellphone... do you have an email?" I grinned, "That I do have." I said glad he was so persistent in finding a way to talk to me other than random run-ins. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and quickly wrote it down, "Here you are." I said handing it to him. Stenton put it in his pocket, "I was afraid I wouldn't see you again." I gave him a slightly surprised look, "Afraid, what do you mean?"

"You know. I thought you might be one of those girls, who I'd meet once then never meet. I'd always wonder what would have happened if I had asked for her number, or if I had asked her out right away."

"You're sweet, Stenton."

"It's a gift."

"Way to ruin the vibe." We laughed. I liked talking to Stenton, it was just so easy. His phone wrong interrupting us, he sighed and picked it up, "Hey... With a friend... But—Fine whatever." Stenton hung up. I gave him an expectant look, "That was my dad. He was gone when I woke up so I just left for a walk; apparently he didn't like that very much. I've got to go; I think I might be grounded he's annoying strict, opposite of my mom. I'll see you later, Evelyn Goode." It seemed like he really needed to run so I didn't comment on the annoyingness of his dad, "Too bad, see ya, Stenton." He winked at me and started walking in the opposite direction. It took all my will power not to follow him home. I almost did, but then I realized that there was a fine line between spy and stalker, and following him was definitely crossing it.

And that's the end of chapter four! Please review.

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