Disclaimer: Still not Ally Carter
Here is something you need to know about school, news travels fast. Here is something to know about spies, they will find out everything. Here is something you need to know about spy school, everyone will know everything about anything that has ever happened inside the school walls. It kind of sucks when you think about it.
Exhibit A: The next moment when we walked into the hall, all of the girls automatically changed the subject. I had heard enough though, they had been talking about the Code Black and Cammie.
I sat with Grant while we ate breakfast discussing the pros and cons of large visible weapons, versus small concealed weapons. I was in for the small concealed side of things, but Grant, never one for subtlety was all for the huge and obvious side.
I was mostly focused on the debate, but being the spy I was, I was also keeping tabs on all of the other conversations around me. I didn't really feel bad about not giving the conversation my full attention, Grant wasn't either. All spies flick their eyes around to see everything going on and keep tabs on it. That together with the near constant twitching leads outsiders to think that most spies and assassins have ADHD.
I perked my ears up when I heard my name mentioned by Tina. "You were with Zach?!" Great, because no one could have heard that. I let my eyes roll & grant grinned enjoying the awkward of the situation. I made a mental note to kill Grant later and began to prepare for the onslaught of questions that would follow.
"So Zach," Tina said leaning over me. "Is it true that you were with Cammie last night before the Code Black?"
Hear we go. I thought. "Cammie? Morgan? Why would I be with her?" It's always easiest to lie and say you don't know something than lying and saying you do.
Tina flipped her eyes over me, then to Cammie, and then back to me, and I could tell that she had bought it. Because to her Cammie was the Chamealean, the invisible girl; and I was the boy who excelled at P&E, and spent my time talking to people but not actually telling them anything.
I caught Cammie looking at me like I had just smacked her. Actually if I had smacked her she would probably look about twice as pissed and I would be looking up at her from a cushy position on the ground. Cammie looked like I had just told her that my mother had killed her dad. (not confirmed, but definently more than possible). That was one look that I could have gone a life time without seeing, and would have to work a life time to forget.
Suddenly I felt the overwhelming urge to dump my story and use my concealed knife to pin Tina against the wall for buying the load of crap that I was so good at spinning as candy. Instead I just carried on with the story in a smooth confused voice and tried to ignore the bitter taste the words were leaving behind. "yeah sure I saw her at the party," I let out a little half laugh and barely managed to avoid chocking on it. "But I wasn't with her."
Now Cammie was looking a little more pissed. Pissed was okay. I knew how to deal with girls who where pissed at me. My mother had given me ample practice. But she also looked hurt, and that was something that was making my stomache feel like it was being stabbed with hot pockers. I had to get out of that situation, and I had to get out of there Now.
"See ya later." I said. Getting up and leaving a regretfully unfinished breakfast behind me.
What do normal boys do when they feel like crap? They punch stuff really hard. What do spy boys do when they feel like crap? They also punch stuff really hard. The only difference being that we get to do it for credit. Well, judging from the way the punching bag was crumpling under my fists, I had just earned enough extra credit points to float me the rest of the year.
The calming rhythm of pounding that was my fists was interrupted by a shrill voice screaming, "You liar!"
Now that I could handle. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. Besides, I had expected a lot worse. I pointed at myself and said "Spy." Because it was true. I may have been going to a school for assassins, but for all intents and purposes, I was a spy. I didn't want to have to register the look on Cammie's face, so instead I went back to demolishing the punching bag with even more force than I had been using before.
"Zach!" she shouted again. Like maybe I had actually forgotten that she was there."You know I didn't breach security last night. You know I didn't cause the code black." So true. I also happened to know that the breach had most likely been caused by my mother. Though that was not really something I felt like working into the conversation.
I looked at her. "Oh, I thought it was a false alarm?" And elephants might be pink.
Cammie hit the bag in frustration. I couldn't blame her. Better she hit the bag than try and hit me, and hitting stuff was seriously therapeutic. I examined her positioning. She wasn't really putting enough drive behind it. "Put your shoulder into it now."
"I know how to do it," she snapped.
She sounded so much like a little girl that I had couldn't help but smile and ask, "Do you?"
Her answere came in the form of the bag suddenly flying into my stomach, knocking my breath away. I just stood doubled over for a moment until I got my breath back. "Nice one Gallagher Girl."
"Don't call me-"
But I was done. I didn't want to here her being angry anymore. Instead I just let the part of my brain that controlled what I said snap off, and started to tell her what I was really thinking.
I stepped around the bag and put my hands on her shoulders. I felt the now familiar tingles race up my fingers and along my arms. "Look, do you really want everyone knowing we were together? I paused and let my words sink in. "Do you think maybe what happened last night wasn't any of Tina Walters buisness?" More like what I half wished had happened wasn't any of Tina's buisness. Oh well, technicalities.
I watched Cammie as she processed what I had said. But because I didn't want her processing to far I said,"Besides," and paused to wipe sweat off my face. "I thought you liked your interludes secret and mysterious. Your boyfreinds, private."
Cammie's face turned that beutiful pink again and I knew immediately that I had made her mad again. I seemed to be good at that. "We were not having an interlude. And you are not my boyfreind."
"Yeah, I noticed that." I said hitting the bag again. Uh oh. Time to turn the mental filter back on.
I really hoped she hadn't noticed the slip but no such luck. She was a spy. "What's that supposed to mean?"
I stopped punching momentarily and shook my head. "You're the Gallagher Girl. You figure it out." When you have no answeres you turn back the question. "Besides, at my school we learn how to keep a secret. Like that wasn't rule number one here.
"Yeah, I know. I go to a school like yours."
I appraised her quickly. Her in her private school girls uniform, with her hair in a messy ponytail. The pretty, innocent, ever changing eyes.
"Do you?" Then I turned and walked away.
A/N: So? What did you think
