The end is here...
Knowing how long it takes spies to do paperwork, I thought I would have at least three days with Zach before the Blackthorne boys would be cleared to leave. However, it was in a matter of two days that the students were told the boys would be going home. Hell, with how hectic departure was, I barely got to see Zach at all. For having to have all the boys interrogated for knowledge of Dr. Steve's control over the school, the officials did it in record breaking time.
Despite being privy to the main event, most of the details of the previous week are classified to the student body, so all we have as far as explanations go is what Tina says- and it isn't promising.
List of Rumors that are True or False:
A list composed by the Operatives
1. The Gallagher Academy will be doing an exchange at Blackthorne next year (False)
2. The CIA director was pissed when he heard what had happened to his favorite spy facility (Probably True)
3. Dr. Steve is actually part of a bigger organization that recruits double agents to terrorize the world (Probably False)
4. The Blackthorne boys would be leaving before Dr. Steve and with a separate chaperone (True)
5. An operative would be coming to confiscate Dr. Steve and take him to federal prison (True)
That's how I got here now, the girls and I begrudgingly walking to the foyer to say goodbye to the boys one last time. The rest of our class was already there. Some were trying one last time to get the boys numbers even though it's well known that none of them have phones; a pity Macey understands deeply.
I'm left to wonder what it means for all of us after we separate. Undoubtedly, we will being seeing each other again in future line of work, but will it be that long away? And when we finally do meet again, will it be in positive conditions?
However spaced out I was, I could still spot Zach in the crowd and make my way mindlessly towards him. He had his backpack propped against his leg and a suitcase on his other side. He seemed to be waiting for somebody by the way he was looking around- perhaps that somebody was me.
"Who will clean your room with military precision if you're not here?" I quirk, unsure how to handle this moment. He knows I've been in his room, and it's our last encounter, so why not put it all out in the open?
"I'm sure my old one has collected a dust bunny by now that needs taken care of," He smiles teasingly at me.
The boy that originally came to my school would tease me instead of with me, and I can't help but thinking the one standing in front of me now has changed. Sure, he is still cocky and he won't hesitate to smirk or call me Gallagher girl. But Zach Goode is something deeper than my preconceived notions of him. I hope his original concepts of me changed for the better too. And they should've, I was no longer the girl adamant on shaking him off every time he came around, I was now the girl who saw the importance of our relationship and valued it for what it was.
"You're going back to Blackthorne for the summer?" While my summer is nothing to brag about, it's certainly not as dreary as what Zach's would be.
"It could be worse," Zach smiles sadly.
I nod, "Well, have fun." I begin to turn around, unsure of what to do next. We're we a thing? Should I be more affectionate right now?
"Wait, Cammie," Zach reaches for me and then slides his arm around my back. I suddenly feel pulled to the ground, but I have his arms to stop me. I close my eyes when I see his lips getting closer to mine, and then suddenly they're takes me a moment to understand that Zach had dipped me in the middle of the foyer surrounded by our fellow brothers and sisters, and then kissed me- The whole motion catching me entirely by surprise. If Zach hadn't been holding me, I probably would have fallen over myself.
His confidence is back as a he smirks and looks down at me, "I always finish what I start."
That's one traits that I would never take away from him.
He picks me up and steps back, taking in my blushing cheeks. Zach proceeds to grab his luggage and step towards the door.
"So this is goodbye?" I ask, hopeful he will tell me no, but not believing he will.
"Only if you chose for it to be," He shrugs and winks. I stopped trying to figure out what he means when he decides to be cryptic, so I just go along with it.
Zach walks with the rest of his class out the door and I walk towards an entirely different one. Neither of us bothering to look at each other one last time.
Shuffling towards my mom's office, I put my hands in my pocket. Surprisingly, I feel a crinkle of paper that I didn't know was there. I pick it out and see a folded evapopaper. I try to control my emotions as I check its contents.
Call me-
Z
One of the best setups for a brush pass: distractions. And that's exactly what Zachary Goode does best, I smile at the thought.
If I didn't have a photographic memory, I wouldn't call him. The words and his number fled so quickly from the paper, but not quick enough for me to engrain it to my mind.
I try to think of how Zach got his hands on a phone but draw a blank.
Instead, I throw the paper into the waste basket outside my mother's door, right before it swings open. I find myself staring into the eyes of Dr. Steve.
"Hey kiddo," It was my mother that stopped me from roundhouse kicking his face (just for good measure). "This will be a good experience for you."
"What?" I turn to her questionably. She pushes the traitor outside and follows behind. It is then that I notice Dr. Steve is handcuffed and held at the forearm by another woman.
"Meet Agent Townsend," My mom introduces. "She has come to take Dr. Sanders to prison."
I look at the woman. She has curls of fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. They are a slightly painful reminder to the entirely different person that just left. But I suppose that's not her fault.
The woman also has an air of cunningness as she introduced herself, "Well hello, sweetheart. As much as I would love to talk to you about your defeat of this man, I am on a time schedule."
She tilts her head slightly and smiles apologetically, "I do hope to come here again though, this place was once my home too."
"I would love to know any sister of Gillian," I smile at the knowledge that our graduates will always protect the girls currently learning here. Mom puts her hand on my back and shuffles me into her office.
"Goodbye, Catherine, and think you for everything you have done," My mother smiles warmly at her while staring daggers at the doctor.
The woman turns around and leaves, taking Dr. Sanders, and my problems, with her.
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