Hey guys! Here's the next chapter! I hope you like garbage. =D

The day after Stent had arrived at my window the school was buzzing with talk. I'd always been a bit of a celebrity as daughter of legendary Cameron Morgan-Goode and grandaughter of even more legendary Rachel Goode headmaster of Gallagher Academy. But what Stenton dead had spread through the school like a wildfire. I had reached an entirely new level of social status. All through the day girls asked me what seemed like thousands of questions. I honestly got tired of asking them and they were ridiculous! Honestly. Everyone wanted to know if he was from Blackthorne. When I said no, it was like they were disappointed for me for falling for a civilian.

Some people were supportive. Others I could tell didn't know what to think. The most awkward question I had to answer was from a junior, Celine, who came up to me asked if Stent had come up to my room to make love to me. I laughed and told her no. I've never been kissed; I hardly think I'm ready for sex just yet.

I finally got a break when after all our classes were over, Bry and I had to report to Uncle Solomon for detention duty. He was waiting in the Cov-Ops class room sitting on his desk with a dangerous smile on his face. There was a pile of what looked like two gray jumpsuits folded neatly next to him.

"Hi, Uncle Solomon." I said plopping down in my usual seat. Bry sat next to me played idly with the strap of her schoolbag. She was a little angry at Uncle Solomon for failing her on the last Cov-Ops test, for the sole reason of showing up late. According to Uncle Solomon spies are never late unless they mean to be. And it was obvious by Bry's excessive apologizing that she had not meant to be late. Bry was the kind of person who held grudges. And to be honest I was a little worried for Uncle Solomon. If I were him I'd sleep with a knife under my pillow for the next few nights.

"Hey ladies" He said smiling at the two of us. Bry muttered something under her breath. Uncle Solomon ignored her comment and stood up he picked up both jumpsuits (for they were jumpsuits) and threw one to each of us. "Get suited up ladies; we're going to do some community service today." Bry and I shared worried looks. What was he going to make us do? We both slowly slipped into the jumpsuits over our clothes while Uncle Solomon waited patiently not giving us anymore information.

When we were both finished Bry folded her arms across her chest and asked, "What now?" Uncle Solomon looked at her obviously annoyed, "Loose the attitude Miss Newman." He commanded before telling us, "You two ladies are going to be doing some community service work today." Bry cleared her throat, "I'm sorry?" She asked completely stunned. Uncle Solomon raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't finished, Miss Newman. You two are going out to town to collect from the local garbages for my next class."

Both Bry and I were completely silent. Mr. Solomon was now grinning, obviously pleased with his cruel and unusual punishment for us. He opened the door for us, "After you, ladies." He said all together too pleasantly.

"I am going to hurt him." Bryony said as she handed me a dripping black garbage bag. "Loose the accent." I said trying not to barf as I labeled the bag with the house number we were taking bags from at the moment. Bry rolled her eyes, "Who's here to hear us?" she grumbled reaching into the garbage and brought out another bag this one not dripping as much. "I nodded over to the car where Uncle Solomon was leaning on the hood of his car pretending to do a crossword puzzle.

"Like he can bloody hear us." She said slamming the lid of the trashcan shut. I closed the lid of the sharpie I'd been writing with and threw the trash bag Bry had just handed me into the wagon Uncle Solomon had given us. We trudged together to the next house. "You're turn." Bry said gesturing to the garbage. I glared at her and reluctantly handed her the sharpie and masking tape. "Thank you." She said in a sing song voice. I turned to the garbage and pulled open the lid. It wasn't hard since the garbage was over flowing.

I pulled the first bag out and heaved surprised by the weight. "Here you are milady!" I said tossing it to Bry. She caught it and laughed, "Thank you, milord!" She said in her actually real accent. I turned back to the garbage and started pulling on the second bag.

"Ahem."

I looked up and my mouth literally dropped open. I dropped the bag on my foot, but didn't even wince because Stenton West was standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets. "Uh... Hi... Stent-ton." I said articulating his name weird. He scratched the back of his head, "Evelyn Goode... Why are you digging in my trashcan?" I would have covered my face in shame, but my gloved hands were filled with slime. Bry came behind Stent and poked him in the back. "We're here because of you, asshole." She said in her fully American Accent.

Bry standing next to Stenton was actually a pretty funny site. She was about a head and a half shorter to him, and that combined with the knowledge that I knew she could kick his butt in a heartbeat made me smile. Stent frowned, "Um... you must be... Bry?" he said holding out his hand to shake, but then he took it back when he saw what was on her hands. Bry nodded, "Yeah, they saw you climbing out of our window, and now we're in loads of trouble. Thanks." She said glaring him. He looked at me to verify what Bry had just said. I nodded and handed Bry the trash bag. He ducked his head momentarily and then looked up at me, "God, I'm sorry, Ev. I had no idea." I shrugged, "Don't worry."

"Oh, don't apologize to me, Romeo. It's not like I totally planned everything out and am suffering just as much if not more than, Evelyn. I don't care. I'm doing just fine. You know don't even worry about me!" Bry said sarcastically throwing another trashbag into the wagon. Stent laughed, "I'm sorry Bry." He said turning to her smiling, "And I owe you, big." Bry chuckled, "Damn straight." She said punching him in the arm.

She sidestepped me and whispered as she passed me, "Take a break." I grinned at her as she dragged another trashbag out of the garbage. I stole a glace over at Uncle Solomon who was absorbed in his crossword puzzle. Maybe he wasn't pretending. "When did you get out of the crutches?" I asked taking off my gloves as we moved onto the sidewalk in front of what I assumed to be his house. He smiled, "The cast came off the day after our run in with destiny-I mean Jenny." I laughed, "Looks good." He stuck out his leg like a super model and followed the line of his thigh with his hand, "Like it?" He said seductively. I pushed him, "Ew!"

"You are a strange girl, Evelyn Goode."

"You keep on saying things like that." I pointed out. He shrugged, "Well, it's true." I put a hand on my hip, "Expand." I said wondering what he really meant. He turned around and faced me looking at me straight in the eye, "Well, for starters, you look great in a jumpsuit." He said pulling on the loose fabric making me take a step closer to him. I slapped his hand off laughing. He continued, "You sneak out of your school to see me, but don't know if you want to date me or not." I could feel myself starting to blush. "And you're completely impervious to any romantic move I make on you."

I laughed tilting my head to the side, "Impervious, that's a big word." I said making fun of him. He ran his hands through his hair, "That's exactly what I mean!" He exclaimed which only made me laugh the harder. "You're going to drive me crazy, Evelyn Goode."

"Why do you call me that?" I asked honestly curious. Stenton shrugged, "I dunno." He said I could tell he was being honest, "Do you call every girl you meet by their first and last name?" He shook his head, "No. Definitely not." I smiled feeling special, "Why me?" He chuckled nervously, "I dunno. You're the first girl that's ever come storming up to me demanding if I was Blackthorne. You're not just anybody. You're dad owns Cheerios. I was studying with Jenny –don't get angry- and she wanted to 'go up to her room' all I could think about was you. And before you ask, I haven't hung out with her since. You go to a boarding school, you're dirty rich but you're not a snob. You're hilarious, and beautiful. Honest and genuine. You're Evelyn Goode, and I don't know... I guess just a first name wouldn't cut it with you."

Mental Note: Stenton West officially has my heart.

"I don't know what to say." I said brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. He shrugged and slipped his hand into mine. "Next Saturday. Let's go on a date." I smiled mischievously, "Well, how can I so no to a guy who things I look great in a jumpsuit." He laughed. "I do have my ways with the ladies." Before I could make a witty retort Uncle Solomon literally popped out of nowhere.

"Hi." He said with his crossword puzzle folded neatly beneath his arm. Stent jumped, "Uh... can I help you?" He asked not letting go of my hand. Uncle Solomon smiled, and it was type of smile that made me worry dearly for Stent's life. "I'm her teacher. She's doing community service. You're leaving." Stent sighed, "Fine. I'll see you later, Ev." He kissed me on the cheek and jogged back to his house.

I was left alone with Uncle Solomon, "Thanks." I said sarcastically. Uncle Solomon was still grinning, "You've got work to do. But I'll give it to you, Ev. The boy's got balls. I saw the security footage of him climbing up to your window. He would have made a good spy." I smiled feeling suddenly proud of my almost-boyfriend. "He sure is a one of a kind." I said. Uncle Solomon gave me a serious look, "Stop mooning and get to work, Miss Goode." I sighed put my gloves back on and did as I was bid.

So... Uncle Solomon approves. But what will Ev's parents think? Hahaha.

XOXO Windy