Special Thanks to Megzz17996 for being the first noted person to take interest in my story. LOL :)

Wednesday. Two days until the mission.

The school bell rang for the start of the registration. The class filled. The thugs weren't there but neither was David. The rest spies arrived into class and sat together, they looked around the room for David but there was no sign. Avril entered the room; she had entered hoping to see David. Unfortunately he was there and the joy from her face dropped, it matched the rest of her 'emo' outfit. She sat at her seat and waited for him to show up. But he didn't. She sat there by herself for the duration of the class, she looked through books she brought in too impress him. Books about animals and books about the environment that were made completely out of recycled paper. Registration went by. Mrs. King's face scolded when she had to class out David's name, she was relieved when he didn't reply. The bell for first period went. Everyone, including a slightly upset Avril, got up and headed for their first class. As the team left together, David joined them. He had been waiting in the corridor. He knew coming into contact with Mrs. Kings after their last encounter would end badly so decided not to go to registration. Avril cheered up as she saw David. She wanted to go and say 'hi' but because he was with Oscar and the other see decided against it. Instead he decided to stare at him from a distance.

First period was English. The agents all sat together. David had finally got his schedule but he didn't know the school well enough, so he stuck to the others as best he could.

Their work in the English class was to write about their family life. Everyone was able to write something, even Oscar, but not David. He simply observed the room. He kept nudging Blane in an attempt to stop him to gawking at Daisy. After he realised it was pointless he decided to take example of Blane, David sat and gazed at Avril. Time went by and David's pencil hadn't even touched the page and David decided to keep it that way. The teacher noticed this and decided he would be devious and make an example of him. The class was coming to an end. Almost everyone was finished. There was 5 minutes left before the bell. Now was time for the teacher's plan.

"Now. I think we have time for one piece." The teacher said and his eyes wiped to David, "David, perhaps you could read out to the class what you've written." David gave a hateful look to the teacher. He got up with his Blank page and stood in front of the class. The class settled themselves to listen, a gesture to the new boy.

"My Parents." David said. He looked down and the page and back to the class. "My parents do care what I do. They don't make me do chores or homework. They don't tell me to go to bed or to brush my teeth. They don't mind if I get into trouble. They do even come parent-teacher meetings."

"Aww. Wicked. You are well lucky." Said Snoop from the back of the room, wishing his parents were like that.

"The don't." David took a large inhale. "They can't do anything because they don't even have a pulse. They're dead. You see. That's why I haven't written anything. I don't have a family to write about."

Silence fell. The teacher instantly regretted his decision. The class realised the joke he originally made to Mrs. King wasn't just cracking a joke, he was stating a fact. Avril's eyes start to tear up. She saw David was alone; he had no one close to him. With the sadness he had in his life he would be a definite Emo, just like her, but he wasn't he seemed fine, as if he was vacant. This made her heart break and her eyes scream with sorrow. David looked over at her. A lump formed when he noticed he was upsetting her. David hated himself for it.

The bell rang, and not a moment to soon

The second period and break dragged on, as if time had slowed by 10 times, and throughout David said nothing, and no one said anything to him. The spiel from English class had set the day off at a low. During break the team were sitting around one of the benches, chatting, David was still silent when suddenly the bell for the end of break.

"Right. Time for science." Carrie stated, getting up from the bench.

"And its maths for us." Said Blane said, gesturing to Daisy

David looked down at his timetable.

"Actually. I've got art." David explained.

"Oh. All right then. You know your way there?" Asked Oscar.

"Oh yeah. Completely." David didn't wish to seem a fool. Rose looked at him, she knew he was lying but she knew why he was so she reframed from saying anything. The others left, going in their different direction. Suddenly David was alone, abandoned. He looked around, trying to find his bearings. He wondered the school. He was lost. He could have contacted HQ but his desire not to look like an idiot still stood. Finally, he found himself by the main stairs. He spun around (like a compass pin around lead) trying to find his way. Then out of nowhere a hand was placed on his shoulder, David spun furiously to face the person, clearly the years of spy work had made him edgy. Once he realised who it was he quickly calmed himself and went back to neutral. It was Avril; her eyes were still a little red from the English class. They stared at one another for a moment.

"Hi." She said, cursing herself that she couldn't have thought of anything better to say.

"Hi"

"Are you ok?"

"Me? Yeah, totally. I'm just trying to find the art room."

"You've got are art not? So do I."

"Great. So could you show me where it is?"

"I'll take you there." She extended her hand out to him. He placed his hand into her and she blushed slightly. Then they held hands as she led him to the art room.

They reached the art room. It was quite full when they arrived. The teacher hadn't noticed they arrived so they simply took seats near the back of the room. They sat opposite each other. Avril did a charcoal picture of a storm. David took out a sketchbook, a pencil and sat quietly and sketching, glancing up at her every few moments. 10 minutes went by and they had barely spoken. David finished his piece.

"Hey. You're very artistic. Tell me what you think?" He asked, sliding the sketchbook over to her. Their hands touched as she went to take it. As she looked down at it Snoop called David over to 'help' him with his work, this worked well for David, he didn't need to awkwardly wait for her reaction.

Avril looked down at the page. It was her. He had drawn her. The sketch was of her sitting, working on her charcoal piece, in the picture she was looking up, David had caught her looking at him so he had decided to draw from there. The sketch was great. He had gone into every little detail; he had even captured each steak of her black hair. She looked over at him; he was showing snoop how to hold the brush correctly. He sighed loudly. David had definitely 'wooed' her. She barely thought about Oscar now. She turned back to the book and decided to look through his other sketches, to see if he drew any other girls. She flicked through but became quite stunned, she hadn't guessed to see what she did.

She went through the pages. They were filled with peculiar images. Cars on fire, blown up cars, flowers (but the type that would be set by a grave.) men in balaclavas. Then it got even strange. The rest of the pages were covered in drawings of one man. They were almost all portraits. The man looked unhappy, angry even. He was an older looking man, around 30. She couldn't tell him what colour his hair was because they were black pencil sketches. Then she got to one of the man, it looked like a police sketch. As she was looking at it and hand slammed down on it. It was David's; he looked concerned, as if she hadn't been meant to she those pictures. He snatched the book back up and put it back in his bag.

"Who was that? What are those pictures?" Avril inquired.

"Him? He's nobody. They're not important." David quickly answered, he was getting nervous again, like when she asked about the scars.

A beeping started to go off in his pocket, he started to get annoyed while stopping, he hated that gadget. He threw the satchel strap over his shoulder.

"Here. I have to go. Take any notes I miss out on. I'll speak to you later." David left the room quickly and quietly, David wasn't one for lame excuses, and the teacher hadn't even noticed he'd gone.

Avril just sat there. David reminded her of Oscar. He had something to hide from her. And she was going to find out what it was.