Surprise shawty. It's been a minute. Anyway I changed this chapter up so
When I shuffle into my seventh period, I am confronted by the girls who make me feel the strongest- which is much welcomed considering my last class. My three closest Gallagher Girls pull me into the last spot at their table.
"Cammie, this is so convenient!" Bex gapes at the odds, tipping the legs of her chair back.
"Well, Cam," Macey leans into my side. "You were saying something about spilling every detail of your existence when we were all together…"
"Oh, don't be so daft, Macey," Liz saves me from her inquiry. "She only promised every nook and cranny of her life involving Josh, specifically of the events pertaining to today."
"Yep! That!" The legs of Bex's chair slam on the ground and flings her arms forward to stop her head slamming on the table. She plays it off nonchalantly.
"See the thing is," My voice raises an octave. "I think it would be better if-"
"I will not," Mrs. Torres, I assume, slams four textbooks onto our desk. "Be like your other teachers, Ladies. I, unlike my peers, value my work, as well as value your success. There will be no gossiping while you are here, and do not think I will let anything slide because it is the last period of the day. You are here to learn Spanish and nothing else."
"Good to know," A scrawny, hollow looking boy mutters under his breath. The people around him snicker.
"To the dean, Mr. Hurtz," Mrs. Torres points to the door. "Don't forget this is your second year repeating this class- which I didn't know was possible for an elective."
The rest of the class snickers now. Hurtz pushes himself out of his seat and heads to the door. If I knew him any better, I would say that was his intention when he sassed her. Liz must think the same because she's taken aback by his willingness to leave, Macey on the other hand looks all too willing to do the leaving too. Bex is trying her hardest not to make a scene, she settles on making strong eye contact with me.
"Brandon Hurtz," I whisper across the desk so that Bex can only hear, besides Macey and Liz of course. Bex nods curtly then shakes her head at the other two who give us their puzzled looks. Putting two and two together, if that boy is Brandon Hurtz, the one the girls from gym talked about, he most likely did want to go to the dean's office.
"Let's start on your first lesson of the year: The alphabet," has a large pointer in her hand as she stands under the Spanish alphabet banner pinned to the the wall. Each letter is represented by an object, like always a xylophone is next to x. Classic.
Mrs. Torres claims the alphabet to be a lesson, and she spends a great deal of time on it, so I can sympathize, but to the four of us who speak Spanish as well as someone from Barcelona, it is closer to a bedtime story- a awfully dull bedtime story. Instead of paying attention, I search the class, now that Hurtz is gone, there is no one out of the ordinary (minus the one obvious Spanish speaker put in the class because it is required). Of all my classes, this is most likely going to cause me the most migraines. The four of us can't talk in Spanish because it would draw attention to ourselves, and we have to listen to everyone's attempts at conversing with simple sentences (honestly, no one is going to take you seriously with that pronunciation, Amanda!).
The four of us find ourselves in the pick-up line out front when the last bell finally echoes through the halls.
"How'd y'alls day go?" Liz askes as we stand in a semi- circle facing the cars, waiting to be taken back to our true school.
"Nothing exciting," Macey answers back in code. To anyone else, our conversation is one of pleasantries, but to us it is a vital exchange of information.
"Cammie and I met this really funny guy- you've probably seen him," Bex comments, alluding to the guy in our Spanish class.
"You guys should come over later to my mom's so we can talk about all of the boys! She'll make snacks, she's nice like that," Liz suggests.
Knowing that we would really be going back to my mom's, I laugh silently at the thought of my friends eating her cooking. But honestly with the Brandon info we gained today, I think we're off to a good start on the mission.
"Yes! That sounds like so much fun," Bex exclaims. "Cammie, you have a lot of explaining to do."
I feel like this will no longer be a fun time.
"Oh yea, Cam," Macey smirks (seriously getting sick of those, I've seen like 100 today!) "We have some details to go over."
I let out an uneasy laugh. Because seriously, it's three against one here. And two out of the three could easily scar, torture, and kill me in ways the Geneva Convention couldn't even imagine to outlaw. And the third would be the one making new and disturbing torture weapons to supply the others.
"So, I actually think I'm busy today," I shift from side to side. There's no way I'm getting out of this. "I bet my mom wants me back like right after school."
Bex and Macey give me an incredulous look. Yea, I gotta give them that. I must be crazy if I think I can avoid talking about everything they want to know back at Gallagher.
"Cammie, sweetie," Macey starts inching her way closer to me. "I already scanned the area. There's no one around that's even going to bat an eye when Bex drags you into my car. Now,"
She pauses and Bex cracks her knuckles. I can't help the grimace that my face contorts into.
"Bex can either drag you by your hair. Or you can come willingly."
It's not a surprise I ended up in Macey's Cadillac.
"I expect you to have a full debrief prepared after we finish talking with your mom, Cam," Liz warns.
"Yes, ma'am," I salute her mockingly, annoyed with every single thing that happened today. And that's not an exaggeration. Today, was the worst day ever. And the CIA would agree with that. I don't know how I'm going to explain that I broke my pinky promise with the deputy director, but it totally wasn't my fault.
Not sure why I'm picking this story back up. But if there's anyone that's actually going to read it, have fun.