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I arrived at the library 5 minutes early and I found a spot way in the back, might as well have some fun right? I slipped my jacket on my chair, lay my backpack on the desk and got out a few books. It wasn't time yet so I decided to start my reading homework for tonight since I was bored. I was 4 pages in, when I saw Gallagher girl walk in through the front door. I glanced at my watch, right on time.

My eyes took in every detail. She was wearing a backpack hung loosely on her shoulders. She had on a casual olive green shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her blonde hair was loose and she casually flipped her hair back as she looked for me. Her green eyes carefully searched throughout the library and stopped when she saw me staring back at her. She walked slowly towards me and swung her backpack on the desk beside mine.

"Hello, Gallagher Girl."

She gave me a small smile and eyed the suspicious location that I had picked for our study date. She gave me a look and rolled her eyes before plopping down in the chair beside me and reached for a textbook from her bag.

"So," she said, glancing at me, "what should we start on?"

I paused a minute before answering. Hmm.. I don't know, why don't you tell me the real reason you invited me on this "study date?" Why don't you explain why you planted bugs all over my room? What exactly were you hoping to hear? Why don't we start with you admitting that you're trying to get close to me only so you can get information? That would be a good place to start.

But I didn't say any of that. Because, a good spy knows that one of the most important skills is not how to kill a guy 7 different ways with a highlighter, but the art of patience. So instead I shrugged.

"I don't know," I answered.

There was a long silence, so I went back to reading my textbook and ignored Cammie fidgeting while she attempted to read her notes.

"Zach," she said quietly, her voice cutting through the utter silence that had attacked our table.

I looked at her.

"So, I was thinking we could look at the impact of propaganda in third world economies?" she said asked me hesitantly.

Really?

"That's what you were thinking?" I asked, with raised eyebrows.

"Yes," she replied with a puzzled expression.

I watched her baffled expression silently and then resumed back to my textbook.

5 minutes later she spoke again.

"So ... I guess we should outline the report and maybe summarize our notes and-"

"Gallagher Girl," I interrupted before she could ramble on.

I looked deeply into her green eyes.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" I said quietly.

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head in fake bewilderment.

Then without another word she looked back at her textbook, so I continued to read mine, again.

I hadn't read more than a paragraph when she started speaking. Again! I mean what is it with girls that they feel like they have to talk and talk and talk. I already knew what she was doing so she was clearly not hiding anything by talking about nothing. In fact, she was just making it plainly obvious.

"So…" she began.

I didn't even raise my head from my textbook. I let out a small sigh and raised my eyes to look at her.

"Sooooo…" I repeated.

"So what do you think of the Gallagher Academy?" she asked, watching my expression carefully.

I almost burst out laughing, but then stopped myself since we were in a library after all. I mean, really? Of all the questions. What do I think of Gallagher? I think the girls are extremely nosy and they're sticking their noses in places where they don't belong. I think they're persistent and they just can't take no for an answer.

I think they're stubborn and chatty and funny and kind and caring and brave but vulnerable and beautiful and- well those might just be the ones I met. Well, only one girl in particular. Except chatty, they're all chatty.

She was watching me, waiting for an answer.

"Oh. It's swell."

We went back to reading our books. I attempted to read but I kept reading the same sentence over and over again because I couldn't concentrate. Suddenly two 8th grade girls came running over to us and stopped short when they saw Cammie and I. They stared at us and quickly ran away giggling and whispering. I looked over to see Cammie's reaction. Her face was blank, perfectly emotionless.

"You handled that pretty well," I told her, casually nodding to where they had been.

"Well, I've had some practice, I guess. Besides, sticks and stones," she replied casually.

Then she turned back to her notebook and continued reading.

I subtly watched her while she read, her bight green eyes scanning her notes and her mouth twitching in concentration. She was gorgeous, just in jeans and a shirt. I was falling, hard.

I shook my head. Come on Zach. You're a spy, a well trained one at that. The best kid in this whole school. I couldn't let some girl take my mind off of everything. Why did my palms get sweaty whenever she was near? Why did my heart leap in my chest every time she smiled at me? I mean she was a girl, yes, a dangerous one, but still nothing more than a human of the opposite gender. Plus I had to break this off not only for my sake, but for hers. I was too dangerous for her. She could never be with somebody like… me.

And anyways, she didn't even like me back. She could have cared less about me. She was just trying to trick me into giving her information. I mean, she planted bugs in my room. How much more proof did I need? I was obviously the enemy in her mind, not the boyfriend. No matter how much I wished I was. I had to break my feeling for this Gallagher girl. Now. Before it was too late.

But for right now, I guess I would play her little game. She thought she was playing me, but she obviously didn't realize what a real spy was.

"I gotta say," I said calmly, leaning back in my chair and casually lacing my fingers behind my head, watching her.

"I'm a little disappointed," I continued.

"Disappointed!" she cried.

I laughed at her outburst.

"Yeah, Gallagher Girl. I thought you had a reputation for being... Proactive?"

"Yeah, " she said with a shrug.

"Well, what would you do if everyone thought you had breached security?"

I smiled and leaned forward in my chair. The front legs of the chair slammed against the hardwood floor with a crack.

"I'd probably find out everything I could about everyone who... was new ?" I continued nonchalantly.

"Who maybe didn't have an alibi on the night of the ball? I might even try to get close to anyone I suspected, " I murmured and leaned in towards her.

"I might even bug their rooms if I got the chance," I said, watching her shocked face.

"Hahahahaha!" Her nervous laughter echoed throughout the quiet library.

"But you wouldn't do any of that," I smiled, as I stood up.

"Would you, Gallagher Girl?"

"Of course I-" she began to stammer.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out a bug before she could finish. I dropped the bug on the table, then leaned close to her ear and whispered gently,

"I'm not all bad, Gallagher Girl."

I pulled my jacket from the back of the chair and turned to walk away. I turned around to look at her again.

"Of course, I'm not all good, either," I told her with a smirk.

She sat staring at the bug as I walked to the door. Right before I got to the corner I stole one last glance at her and called,

"Thanks for the date!"