Okay, so I think that my updating is quite bad. And I'm sorry for that. I was on vacation and I had major writers block. But anyway, here is the next chapter.
Kat's P.O.V.
I sat on the bed and cried for who knows how long. Hamish, Simon, and Angus left, but I could hear them yelling at each other in the bathroom. I chuckled slightly. They must have packed themselves in the bathroom, to give her some privacy while she cried. It sounded like they were yelling at Simon for trying to fit his laptop in the small space.
The door flew open and Hale stood with a big bag of first aid supplies. He quickly saw me and ran over.
"Kat are you okay?!" Hale said sweetly. "What the hell guys did you really just leave her bleeding here?!" Hale yelled while taking out all of the supplies. I looked towards the bathroom door and saw it fling open and all of the guys practically fell out.
Hamish was the first up, while Simon and Angus untangled themselves from the cords that snaked around the floor, connecting to Simon's laptop.
"Dude, wasn't our fault. Kat was bawling her eyes out so we just thought we would give her privacy." Hamish held his hands up innocently.
"Maybe she was crying because she has a cut gushing blood on her leg?" Hale suggested sarcastically.
"Hale, it's okay." I look up at Hamish, Angus, and Simon. "Thanks for that. It was nice of you to give me privacy." I smiled but the smile turned into a wince as my leg throbbed painfully.
"Oh, here!" Hale reached down toward my wound. I am happy I already changed out of my tight black pants and into soft shorts before Hale came, otherwise I would have to change with him there because my wound was on my upper thigh. I sigh. This might be awkward.
Hale gently grabbed my right leg and started cleaning my cut. I could see him blushing slightly, and I knew must be blushing as well. Every time hale would dab my cut with the antibiotics my leg stung. I tried not to wince, but sometimes I couldn't stop myself.
Hale bandaged me up with almost fifty Band Aids. I looked questionably.
"You probably should get stitches. But, considering the current situation, I think we should stay under the radar. So that means old fashion medicine." Hale gestured dramatically to my leg.
"Thanks Hale." I smiled and leaned in to give him a lingering kiss. I wanted to have some time alone with him later. I could feel myself blushing even more. Stop thinking like that! Your friend/almost sister has been taken by teenage spies!
"Hale, Hamish, Ang-" I was cut off when Nick threw open the door.
"They haven't found us but I think one or two of them might be still looking for us. Right now the guards are at the town football game. I think they think we decided to slip into the crowed there. But they might be checking here soon so we have to have a plan." Nick said breathlessly.
"Boys. I think we need to tell the truth."
Cammie's P.O.V.
I led everyone toward the secret passageway that goes behind my mother's bookshelf. This was the only way (that I know of) to see and hear what is going on inside my mother's office.
"What is this? Cam, you never told us about this." Bex scolded.
"That's because she promised me she would never use it again. Are you sure about this Cammie?" Zach worried.
"Wait, slow down. You have already used this passageway to listen to what your mother has been saying… with Zach?!" Macey glared.
"Girls, maybe Cammie and Zach weren't exactly listening when they were down this passage. Maybe they were doing something else." Liz suggested wickedly.
"Oh shut up! Let's go." I met their smirks with my glare.
We reached the back of the bookshelf and immediately shut up, trying to listen. It seemed we got there just in time to hear the conversation between Gabrielle and my mom.
"Oh okay. How did you get in here then? And you by now must understand how different this school is compared to other places you may have applied to." My mom said in her scary-calm voice
"Yes this place is quite different." Gabrielle agreed politely.
"Okay here's the deal. I know you aren't a normal citizen that wants to go here under a different name. If you tell me why you are here, we won't have to go to the CIA." My mom said professionally.
What?! My mom must be bluffing. But from this angle I can't see her eyes to see if she is. My mom wouldn't keep the first security breach at Gallagher a secret… would she?
"If I tell you…" Gabrielle started nervously.
"I may be able to help. I may be able to stop the CIA from coming after you, considering you broke into a classified school.
Gabrielle stared around the room franticly. "I was here to take something from the school. I'm one of the best con artists in the world." She said.
"What were you stealing? Why?" My mom snapped.
I could tell she was shocked. But I couldn't blame her. When I glanced around at my friend's faces, Liz's mouth was wide open, Bex and Macey both clenched their jaws and Zach stared worriedly at me. We all thought she was a thief, but for her to admit it, and she is one of the best con artist in the world. She has mastered lying. No wonder she would lie to us. I thought angrily. And that's why the C.I.A. had no information on her… But does that mean she deleted her Gabrielle Bishop profile and replaced it with the Tiffany Carter profile on the C.I.A. database? I bet she is smart, but could she be smarter than us? I thought, slightly jealous.
"I was stealing a few files about the students. I don't know why. I am receiving orders from some unknown person." Gabrielle said. I didn't even need to see her eyes to know she was lying. I guess she's not that good then.
"You are lying. You pupils dilated 1.5624 cm. Why are you here?" Ms. Morgan ordered.
I could see that everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the answer.
Gabrielle's P.O.V.
Tell the truth! The normal, human part of my brain yelled. No! Lie, you will get arrested if you tell the truth! The trained, con artist part of my brain argued back. I decided to go with the vague version of the truth.
"I came here to steal Gillian Gallagher's sword." I whispered.
"I see." Ms. Morgan said. To an average human, she would sound calm. But I was trained, and I could hear a lot of emotions in those two words. Anger. Frustration. Suspension. Curiosity. And oddly enough, fear.
"Why?" Ms. Morgan continues.
I hesitated for a second but then began. "You see, I'm not one of those con artists that take priceless things from people for personal gain. I take things that don't belong to people, and return them to their true owners."
I heard the headmistress' slight intake of breath. "So you were stealing the sword… and planned to give it to whom it originally belonged to?" Ms. Morgan said, slightly nervous.
"Yes. I guess." I said.
"And who does it actually belong to?" Cammie's mom questioned.
"I… I don't know." I said, dreading where this was going.
"So, were you receiving orders from someone else?" Ms. Morgan questioned harder.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. What do I tell her? So far she has understood but I don't really know if she is just waiting to get enough information to give to the C.I.A.
"I have been working with someone else." I say so quietly I don't even know if Ms. Morgan heard me.
"Who?" She quickly asked.
I decided to not say anything at all. That way she can't say I'm lying or push for more information.
I snapped my mouth closed and glared at Ms. Morgan as she glared back.
I have noticed lately that sometimes I write in first person present tense, instead of first person past tense. So review and tell me what tense you want me to write in. And you can review some sweet things that make me want to write even more :)