I have a feeling im gna lose a lot of fans in this chapter, but i just had to write this. theres some steamy scenes,(well, steamy to some ppl) so review cuz i really wanna know wat u guys think. plz try to enjoy
Walking to school, I couldn't help but feel giddy. Yeah, that's the perfect word to describe how I'm feeling. Giddy.
"What are you so smiley about this morning?" Bex asked. "Does it have anything to do with Justin?" she sang, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Of course, Bex," Macey answered in a "duh" kind of tone.
"Well sor-rry!" Bex said, dragging out the word "sorry". "Not all of us can be geniuses when it comes to anything dealing with boys."
Macey tapped Bex's head playfully, and said, "You'll get there someday."
We all started to laugh, but just a few seconds after we started Macey exclaimed, "Oh no! I'm going to get serious laugh lines."
"Macey, I told you," Liz started, sounded a bit annoyed for having to repeat this. "The serum I gave you will prevent them, just like the one that prevents those under-eye bags."
Macey relaxed and sighed, "Okay, good."
I rolled my eyes and stated, "It must suck having to worry about that stuff all the time."
"Please, Cammie," Macey said in an unbelieving tone. "Like you haven't used it." I blushed and Macey said, "See? You worry just as much as I do."
"Well at least I remember that I used it!" I joked, laughing.
"Well not all of us can be as perfect as you, Cammie!" she shouted, clearly not over not being included in the private conversation between me and Liz. Well if she wanted to be like that, I'll be like that, too!
"You know what, Macey," I started. But before I could continue, someone came up from behind me.
""Ladies, ladies," Justin said, putting one arm around my shoulder, and the other on Macey's. "You don't have to fight, there's enough of me to go around," he said smiling, showing off those dazzlingly white, perfect teeth.
"Shut up," I said, pushing him off playfully. Liz, Bex, and Macey were all giving Justin the same, hard, cold stare, obviously not accepting him, even though they were just joking about him a second ago.
"Still haven't warmed up to me, have they?" Justin whispered to me.
"Oh, they will," I assured, giving Liz a stare, silently reminding her that she said she would give him a chance. Liz sighed and put on a happy face. I smiled, thanking her. Her eyes said, "Yeah, yeah."
"Hey, Justin! So, how're you this morning?" Liz asked, with pseudo-cheer.
He chuckled and, before answering Liz, whispered to me, "You're behind this, aren't you?" referring to the sudden hospitality. I smiled, and gave him a small nod. "I'm doing great, Liz," he answered. "You?"
They began to talk casually, and soon, Bex and Macey even joined in. I was amazed, in 7 minutes and 45 seconds, Justin had won over 3 three spies, going from having complete hatred for him, to completely ga-ga over him.
We got to the school, and, since our schedules were different, the girls had to go to their classes.
"Bye," they all chorused, waving at me and Justin. When Justin turned around to face me, I looked over his shoulder, seeing Bex giving me two thumbs up, mouthing, "Go for it!". I rolled my eyes as Liz and Macey dragged her away.
"I take it they approve of me now?" Justin said, chuckling. His dark locks were glistening in the sunshine, giving him a somewhat angelic glow.
"What makes you so sure?" I managed to question, not able to take my eyes off his beautiful face.
He laughed and answered, "Well I'm..."he paused to chuckle some more. "I'm me."
"Ha!" I barked. He could be so full of himself sometimes. "You know, I think you need to work on some of your ego issues."
"You can help me with that," he mumbled, inches away from my lips. Right as we were about to kiss, I hear someone scream, "Cammie!" I sighed, recognizing the voice. Zach.
"He just won't let you go, will he?" Justin grumbled.
"Back up," Zach ordered, shoving Justin roughly, and pulling me away from him.
"Hey, man, it's not my fault you're not over her," Justin said, calmly.
"I'm over her," Zach replied.
"Oh, really?" Justin asked, gently pulling me over to him. "Then it shouldn't bother you if I do this," he said, turning towards me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Just go with it," he said. He leaned into me and began to kiss me, right in front of Zach. I didn't want to make it any harder for Zach (even though he totally deserved it), so I kept my mouth closed, lips locked. But Justin began to nibble on my lower lip, demanding entrance. I couldn't resist; I opened my mouth with a gasp. Zach stood there, his anger accumulating the longer Justin and I made out.
He finally snapped and growled, "That's it," and pulled Justin off of me and punched him in his jaw.
"Nice arm," Justin complimented, chuckling. "If you'd kept your cool for just a couple more minutes, I might've believed you," he said, his tone making it clear that he wouldn't have.
Zach went back in for another punch, but this time, Justin caught his fist and chastised, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now, that was just sloppy." Justin really gave Zach a strong blow to his cheek, and I swear I heard a crack. "That's how you throw a punch, Zachary."
"Maybe we should go," I suggested, looking around at the crowd that had formed. I pulled on his arm and said, "Come on." He looked at me and I looked around again, informing him of the growing crowd. He had a look of realization, and winked at me, silently telling me, "I gotcha".
"I think you've learned enough for one day. Whenever you need another lesson, just come to me. I'll teach you." Justin put his arm around my waist and we both walked to World History as if nothing had happened. I felt bad for Zach, but in a way, I felt that justice had been served; he humiliated me, I humiliate him.
Justin saw me thinking over things as we took our seats, and presumed, "Worried about Zach?" I turned to him and smiled. "Don't worry. I didn't hurt him that bad. It's not my fault if he's a wimp."
I playfully pushed him and giggled, "Shut up. Anyway, I'm not worried about him too much, he deserved it." I turned to him and continued, "I am however, worried about you," caressing his cheek.
Justin smiled, and assured, "Aw, that's nothing. I'm fine." He put his hand over mine, and kept it there for a while. As the room started to fill, and the class began, he took my hand, kissed it, and, keeping his hand on top of mine, layed it on the table.
"The teacher has eyes like a hawk," he explained.
I giggled and asked, "So we can't do anything in this class?" emphasizing the anything.
He chuckled and answered, "Not this period. But the next one has a teacher with the senses of a corpse."
"Mmm, I have a feeling I'm gonna love that class."
"I know I will," he mumbled, kissing my neck when Mr. Ward left to go to the teachers' lounge for more Sweet 'N Low. He pulled away, hearing footsteps approaching the room, as I did.
"Okay, now class," he began in his sharp, nasal voice. His voice suddenly irritated me, and the thought of hearing it the rest of the semester was unbearable.
"Are you serious," I mumbled. Justin chuckled softly at my aggravation. The man just kept droning on, and on, and on...
"You there," he called, his beady eyes staring at me.
"Me?" I questioned, pointing to myself. "What did I do?" I could tell Justin was holding in his laughter, and it took a lot of my restraint not to elbow him in his perfectly sculpted 6-pack abs (I'm just assuming, I haven't actually seen them or anything) and tell him to shut up.
"Why are you in this class?" he inquired.
"My schedule was rearranged," I answered, confused he didn't already know this.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah, 'oh'," I mumbled. Giggles and laughter erupted around me. Did I say it that loudly? I wondered.
"Come down here right now, young lady!" Mr. Ward ordered. Apparently, yeah.
I made my way down to Mr. Ward's desk, and asked politely, "Yes?"
He began to interrogate me, asking questions dealing with World Wars, and Empires, and other random time periods in history. I pretended to struggle with some of them, starting answers with, "Um" and "Is it", and even threw in a couple wrong answers for good measure.
Once he was satisfied testing me, he dismissed me, saying, "Okay, that'll be all." I returned to my seat and kicked Justin's shin (not as hard as I could, but hard enough), whispering, "Don't say a word." His shoulders were shaking from the building suppressed laughter, and his face was changing shades from holding his breath for so long. Once Mr. Ward left the room, yet again, this time chasing after some poor kid that decided to run past the wrong classroom. Justin released his laughter and began rocking in his chair.
"It wasn't that funny, Justin," I said, a bit angry, but trying very hard not to join him.
He was wiping away tears as he replied, "Yeah, it was. You should've seen your face, Cammie. It was hilarious!"
"Huh?" I asked, deeply confused.
"When he was asking you all those questions," he began to explain, on the verge of bursting into laughter again. "Your face was so..." he struggled for words. "I can't explain it."
Mr. Ward walked in, mumbling, "Hooligans like that...ruining society," so Justin quickly sobered up. The rest of class was relatively boring, compared to the prior events, so we had to trudge through listening to Mr. Ward's ridiculous voice for a very long 50 minutes and 48 seconds.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed when the bell rang. Mr. Ward gave me his evil, beady-eye glare, and a wave of chagrin washed over me. Justin chuckled, wrapped his arm around my waist and said, "Come on, baby. Don't you want to get to class?" wiggling his eyebrows. I lit up and quickened my pace tremendously.
"Whoa!" he said, laughing. "Slow down."
I huffed and walked slower.
"You know, I think I'm going to walk like this to class," Justin said, barely shuffling his feet across the floor.
"Oh, come on!" I argued.
Justin just smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm definitely going to walk like this from now on."
"Turtle!" I shouted.
"What?" he exclaimed.
"You heard me, Turtle," I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Fine then, Suzie," he said simply, continuing to look forward. But I just knew he had that mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Does everyone know about that?" I groaned loudly.
"Yup," he said, popping the "p". "Pretty much," he chuckled.
I groaned once again and whined "Why do spies have to be so nosy?"
Justin chuckled and said, "It's kind of our job, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah." He chuckled some more and kissed my forehead.
We reached the classroom (finally!), and found seats in the very back of the room. I giggled as Justin pulled me so I was on top of him, and began kissing my lips. When he progressed down to my neck -giving me a chance to breathe- I asked, "When is the teacher gonna come in?"
He chuckled and answered, "You passed him on your way in."
"What?" I asked, turning so I was facing the front of the room. Sure enough, there was a middle-aged man with frazzled hair, lying back in his chair, sleeping peacefully. Things were pinned to his face, and the board behind him had giant arrows pointing to him saying things like "I'm a hobo" and "Spit on me". "Well that's mean," I thought aloud.
Justin shrugged and resumed kissing me, running his hands up and down my legs. I slid on hand up his neck, and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to me. The other hand I rested on his muscular stomach (I could totally feel his abs), grabbing at his shirt.
Justin moaned a little, and tilted his head back. I went down to kiss his neck, and he suggested, "Maybe...maybe we should stop."
"Probably," I said, kissing my way back up to his sweet, red lips.
He chuckled, and took my face in his hands, giving me one last kiss on my lips. I opened my eyes and smiled back at him.
"We're gonna have to be careful in this class, aren't we?" I giggled.
He chuckled, and agreed, "You got that right."
"So what are we supposed to do for the rest of class?" I wondered out loud.
"Hmm..." Justin hummed, thinking of possibilities. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, getting up. "Come on," he said, holding out his hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked, taking his hand and pulling myself up.
"You'll see," he said mysteriously. "Don't worry, you're gonna love it," he assured.
"We'll see," I said, smiling.
"You haven't been making much use of your time, have you?" he asked, leading me down the hallway.
"What?" I asked. "What is that supposed to mean?"
He chuckled and explained, keeping his focus forward, "It means, there are so many things in this school to uncover." Turning to me, he added, "And you still haven't discovered any of them, yet."
"In Roseville High?" I questioned, laughing a little at the thought of it.
"Yup."
"Okayy..." I said, unsure.
"Here it is," he whispered, fixating his eyes on something. I followed his gaze, only to be disappointed at what I found.
"A water fountain?" I laughed.
"Just watch," he said, rolling his eyes at, I assume, my ignorance. He pushed the water guard so it went from standing upright, to sitting sideways. A bunch of tiles in the formation of a square opened up, and a small black pit appeared.
"Whoa," I whispered in amazement.
"Still laughing?" Justin asked. "Come on," he said, motioning to the pit.
"You can go first," I said.
"Scared, Suzie?" he chuckled.
"Shut up, Turtle," I whispered, softly slapping his chest with the back of my hand, gazing into the deep, dark, pit.
"Here," Justin said, offering his hand. "We'll go in together."
I took his hand and sang, "Well if you feel you need to..." He chuckled and shook his head slightly.
"On 3," he said, beginning the countdown. "One..."
"Two..."
I took a deep breath, and Justin whispered, "Three." We were falling, and 8 seconds into the fall, Justin ordered, "Fall into the Yuginstiv position!" I obeyed immediately, and 3 seconds later I felt cold, solid ground.
"Justin?" I asked, trying to make out his figure in the darkness.
"I'm right here, Cammie," he assured, but his voice seemed distant. "Are you okay?" he inquired.
I chuckled and replied, "I'm fine. You?"
Suddenly, the room was illuminated, and I could clearly see everything. "I'm good." I wandered around the room in amazement, gazing at the walls. "What do you think?" Justin asked, chuckling.
"It's amazing," I whispered in astonishment.
"Would you say you loved it?" he asked in a sing-song tone, obviously referring back to what he said earlier.
I chuckled and answered, "Yeah, I'd say that's a pretty good description." I looked around at the walls, most of which held weaponry, but at one in particular. It had a portrait of Gilly, and next to it, hung a painting of an unfamiliar, but handsome, muscular man. There was a gold plate underneath it, stating that the man in the painting, was none other than Brian Blackthorne.
"My great-great-grandfather times twenty," Justin said, coming up from behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.
I smiled, and, noticing something on the portrait, I pointed to the imperfection on Brian's leg, and asked, "What's that?"
"Well, Dad always told me that it was a scar from when Brian had to cut himself loose from being held captive by rival spies in Russia," he explained, twirling me so that our bodies were facing each other, and my hands lay on his chest. "But I always thought the artist just messed up," he added, and at this, I had to laugh.
Once I was done laughing, I finally asked, "So what is this place?"
He lifted one of his arms and waved it in front of him. "This is where, if anything ever happened to Gallagher or Blackthorne, we'd all go."
"That would explain the personal armory," I mumbled.
Justin chuckled, and pulling me over to one of the "weapon walls", said, "Watch this." He pushed a small spot (a place where paint chipped off?)on the wall, and the wall quickly switched from a wall of deadly weapons, to a wall of large books.
"What if I want to switch it back?" I challenged.
Justin rolled his eyes, and asked, "Don't you ever watch spy movies, Cam? You just pull the book out," explained while pulling a long piece of literature out of the bookcase, "And the wall flips back over." I was staring at the wall of weapons again, and thought to myself Well, duh!
"What if-" I started.
"It only responds to the fingerprint of a descendant of Brian Blackthorne," Justin cut me off, reading my mind. "So no bad guy, or rogue spy can get to them."
"And if you went rogue?" I challenged, yet again.
He just chuckled, and answered, "If that ever happened, I'd kill myself before any of you could." He shook his head at the ridiculousness of him going rogue, and added, "But I wouldn't count on it; you're not gonna get rid of me so easily," kissing my neck.
I checked the time, and found that the bell would be ringing in a couple minutes, so I sighed, "We have to go."
Justin sighed as well, and agreed. We made our way back up to the hall (there was a stairway!), and when the tiles closed back up, I playfully slapped Justin and asked, "Why couldn't we have just taken the stairs in the first place?"
He wrapped his arms around my waist, put his forehead on mine, and chuckled, "Now what would be the fun in that?" I giggled, and sensing Justin's head lowering to meet my lips, I lifted mine in response. But just as our lips were about to meet, a voice cut in.
"Oh my gosh, Cammie!" Liz squealed happily. I sighed sharply and Justin chuckled at my response to my friend's comment.
"Liz!" Bex whisper-shouted, pulling Liz's arm. "Sorry," she mouthed. I smiled, showing her it was okay.
"Hi, Liz," I said, turning unwillingly away from Justin to meet my friend's happy face. Justin turned to face her as well, leaving one of his arms around my waist.
"Hey, Liz," Justin greeted, smiling that smile he always wears whenever I get aggravated by someone interrupting us right when we're about to kiss. "How did that lab in Biology, go?" he asked, looking over her shoulder at a balding man running down the hall frantically.
"Um..." Liz began her face reddening in embarrassment.
"Let me guess," I started, pretending to think about it, tapping my finger on the tip of my chin. "The beaker just happened to spill onto the teacher as he walked by?"
Liz's blush deepened as she answered, "Well, you know." We all started to laugh, and Bex started to tell the story.
"It was bloody hilarious, Cammie! Her hand just flung the beaker onto Mr. Pearson, and he was like 'Ahhhh!'..." she trailed off, lost in laughter. We were still laughing when Grant, Zach, Jonas, and Paul walked up.
"What's so funny?" Grant asked coldly, eyeing Justin, and putting a arm around Bex. Justin and I sobered up immediately, and the rest of the girls soon followed.
"It's nothing," Bex answered.
"Didn't look like nothing," Grant mumbled.
"What was that?" Bex questioned.
"Nothing," Grant answered.
"We have to talk, Cammie," Zach said, his face, a stone.
Justin tightened his grip on me, and I said to Zach, "Yeah. We do." I turned to Justin, and rubbed the back of his hand, assuring him I'd be fine. I smiled, and he gave me a small smile back. Zach gave a disgusted sigh, and I grumbled, "Ugh."
Justin chuckled, and whispered to me, "Please, hurry up and get this cleared up so I won't have to deal with him bothering us all the time."
I smiled and turned away, to Zach. We walked over to a coroner of the hall, and Zach yelled (but not loud enough to attract attention), "What is wrong with you?"
"Me?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "You're the one that bugged my room!"
"I wouldn't have to if you weren't with some guy you don't even know all the time!"
"I know more about Justin than I do you!" I shouted.
"You don't know anything about him," Zach said darkly.
"And what do you know, that I don't?" I questioned.
"All I know is that there's something wrong with that guy," Zach said, his eyes angry. "Why else would he have so many secrets?"
"Hello?!" I screamed. "We're spies!" I whisper-shouted, so no one could hear us. "We're supposed to have secrets."
"Not like that," he argued. "There is absolutely nothing on that guy. All the info. I have on him is that his name is Justin, and that he attends Blackthorne. That's it."
"You don't have to know everything about everyone, Zach."
"I do if that someone is dating my ex-girlfriend!" Zach argued again.
"That's just it, Zach!" I yelled. "I'm your ex-girlfriend. It's none of your business who I hang out with." I started to turn away, and added, not looking back, "I can take care of myself."
"That's right, you're a Gallagher Girl," he mumbled, far behind me.
~JC~
"Cammie?" Liz asked, knocking on the bathroom door. I know she was just being polite because she could have totally kicked that thing down if she wanted. "Are you alright?" she asked, as any good, concerned friend would.
"I'm fine, Liz," I reassured. "Go on with your plans," I pleaded.
"The guys will understand if we don't go out tonight," Liz told me.
"Yeah, I don't really want to go anyways, Cam," Bex chimed in. "Grant is being a real pain about Justin. I mean, I don't get it. Justin is really great. What's Grant's problem?" she continued, mostly talking to herself now. Note to self: Find out what happened between Justin and Grant.
"No, that's ridiculous, Bex," I said, making up a quick lie. "Grant is just backing up Zach."
"It makes sense," Macey added.
"See? The boy-genius agrees, so you know it's right."
Macey chuckled and apologized, "Sorry about earlier, Cam. I was just mad...you know..."she trailed off.
"I get it, Mace," I said, understanding. "I wasn't being so easy to deal with either..."
"So, are we good?" she asked.
"Of course," I answered in a "duh" tone.
Macey giggled, but then stopped abruptly for some reason.
"You gonna open the door or what, Suzie?" Justin asked, knocking on the door.
I giggled and replied, "Go away, Turtle!", playfully.
"That hurts, Cammie, it really does," he said, and I could just picture him putting his hand over his heart, his face holding an expression of mock-hurt, and his eyes with that playful glint in them. I laughed, and after a while, he asked, "Now, do I have to kick this door down, or are you gonna let me in?"
"You can kick it in," I permitted simply.
"Okkayyy..." he said, and I could just feel the smile growing on his face. BAM! The door caved inward.
"Oh!" I screamed, extremely surprised. "I didn't think you'd really do it!"
"It'll be fine," he said, waving the door away. I laughed, in amusement.
"You're crazy, you know that, right?"
"Your friends seem to like me very, very much," he defended.
"Speaking of friends..." I trailed off, stretching my neck to look out the door. "Where'd they go?"
"Oh, I told them they could go," he answered simply.
"Oh, sure," I said, dragging out the last word. "They listen to you."
He chuckled and said, sliding his lips down my neck, "I told you, I just have that ability over people."
"Shut up," I giggled, softly pushing him off of me. I just got a good look at his face, and I noticed a dark, bruise on the side of his face. "Oh my gosh," I whispered, softly rubbing my thumb in circles on his cheek.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he assured, putting his hand over mine. "Really."
"Do you want some ice or something?" I asked, eyeing the bruise, feeling the pain, just by looking at it.
"No, I told you, I'm fine," he stressed.
"Well it's not like ice is gonna hurt it," I reasoned, lifting myself from the bathroom floor. Justin followed my example and got up as well. "Come on," I said, leading him to the refrigerator.
Justin groaned in protest, but I just kept pulling him along. "Don't be such a baby," I teased, getting the blue ice pack from the freezer.
"I'm not being a baby," he argued, pouting, as I put the ice pack on his jaw.
"There, now isn't that better?" I asked, in a sweet voice.
"You know," he began, pulling me into his lap, "A kiss will help a lot more than this ice pack will."
"If it'll help," I said, leaning into his face, "Then I should probably do it, right?"
"Mhmm."
Just as I was about to press my lips onto him, I pulled away and said, "I think the ice is enough." His face was full of disappointment, and I thought to myself Ha! How do you like that?
"That's not fair, Cammie," he said, going for my lips. I dodged him, and he continued, "It's not nice to tease the injured, you know."
"I never said I was a nice person," I countered.
He pinned me to the bed, his arms around my wrists, holding me down. He brought his face close to mine, and whispered, "Neither did I." He crushed his lips on mine, and opened my mouth. I moaned, and I could sense his delight. I tried flipping him over, to free myself, a couple times in the beginning, but, as time progressed, I didn't want him to release me. Since he still had my hands pinned down, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he moaned.
"We've got to stop," he whispered, but I could tell he, like me, didn't want to.
"Who says?" I asked, bucking my hips into him.
He moaned again, and begged, "Please, Cammie, we just do."
"Fine," I whispered, giving in, releasing my legs from around him. Justin lifted himself off of me, and kissed me quickly on the lips.
"I should go," he said.
"You don't have to," I told him, not wanting him to leave.
"Actually, I do," he said. "I have to meet my dad for dinner." He gave me another quick kiss and said, "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he exited through the front door.
"Oh, Cammie, what have you gotten yourself into?" I asked myself, addressing the rushing feelings inside of me.
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