The world of the spy is harsh. Don't slack off, do the deed, take down the 'villain' and, overall, survive.

The world of the spy is rough, it's tough, and if you don't watch out, it'll break you down, it'll tear you apart, and it will shred you to pieces.

They weren't bluffing when they told you "staying on your toes is the most important thing."

Zachary Goode, according to the tabloids, is handsome (green eyes and black, messy hair is apparently "In"), has a perfect voice ("It's like angels singing"), is mysterious (shades do wonders), is sexy (the five o'clock shadow is supposedly breathtaking), and an all-around charmer ("Pick-up lines that will make you just melt").

I'm really not seeing it.

"So…where're we going, babe?"

I huff in annoyance. "It is not we. There is no you and me. It is only me."

"Wow, conceited much," he tries joking.

The God-damn idiot tries to joke.

I'm in a position where I can strangle him to death in more ways than I want to count and yet, he jokes.

How do they pick spies these days?

It's so tempting to twist his arm behind his back and press my finger on his pressure point. I hold myself back rather reluctantly.

"Go away," I demand.

"Why?" He asks innocently.

I can knock him out and erase his memory in just a few punches here and there and pinches to the right pressure points. I restrain myself, the new girl being able to knock out a 'higher level' spy would rise more than a few suspicions.

I would have no trouble hiding this and making it seem like someone else knocked him out but it would take more time than I can spare, I don't have much in the first place.

"Why are you ditching anyway?" Zachary asks, breaking my train of thought. "It's your second day and if you haven't figured out how extreme this spy school is, I'm really questioning why you were brought here."

"I'm ditching 'cuz I want to," I said rudely, "It's your, what? Third year here? And you don't get the concept of ditching? I'm really questioning why you were brought here." I say, mocking him.

"Well, aren't you feisty?"

"Well, aren't you annoying, stupid, and a jerk." I retorted.

"Touché," was his brilliant response.

xXNothing But The TruthXx

He's following me. Who the hell does he think he is? My body-guard? I feel like punching his eyes right out of their sockets.

I turn and enter the mall where I blend into the crowd. I raise my eyebrows in amusement when I watch him look around frantically; realising that he'd lost me.

Some Spy, I think sarcastically.

I decide to have some fun and step right in front of him. It takes him a few seconds for him to notice me and when he finally does, his ears turn red in anger and I have a fit of laughter.

"Come on," he said roughly, snatching my arms in trying to pull me to the nearest exit, "We're leaving."

I pinch a pressure point in his wrist, effectively making it go numb while I quickly dispatch my arm from his hand.

"No, you're leaving. I'm staying." I say through gritted teeth.

"If you're staying, I'm staying." He said confidently.

I smile wickedly, "If you stay, I'll take the hood off your head and make sure everybody knows that you're The Zachary Goode."

He glares at me through narrowed eyes and I know I've won. "Ta-ta!" I say cheerfully and do what I do best, blend into the crowd.

xXNothing But The TruthXx

"And what exactly do you think you would get out of leaving school grounds to go to the mall, Miss Carter?" Mr. Solomon says his emotions in check with his face; blank.

"A lot of stuff, actually," I say, putting my feet up on his desk, my black combat boots knock a vase on to the floor. I look at it with mock sadness and say a simple, "Oops."

Mr. Solomon doesn't even spare the vase a glance. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at me and shows me little emotion—Amusement. "Feel free to clarify."

He looks at me like I'm a little girl having a tantrum. I keep Bitch Mode in check and smirk lazily, "Nah."

He doesn't look at the least bit phased and neither do I. A good spy keeps his/her emotions in check, never showing the least bit of vulnerability.

"I believe you will explain more after we talk," He says, "And so I'm wondering how you like our school."

"Well, I realized a few things. One being that the Geeks totally rule the school. Two, is that Tina doesn't know how to Shut-Up. Actually, I don't even think that word consists in her vocabulary. And wonderful three is that, for a spy school, your security sucks."

I get up and head to the door, "You were right, now I do want to talk about why I ditched. It was because I freaking' wanted to."

I open the door, and prepare to leave, but not before saying smugly, "My homework for the next three weeks have been finished and handed in, so I guess there's no trouble in giving me detention, is there?" I leave out the fact that I also finished the first three and a half academic textbooks for Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Ladies and Gentlemen.

Then I bang the door shut, effectively closing my dramatic departure.

So, So, So Sorry for making you wait. :3

On the other hand, it's summer! Eek, I've hardly left my room these two weeks but I can happily say my hair grew

Tidbit on my next chapter, Liz will play a mini-big part, if that makes any sense.

Random Fact about me: I Once Slept through Rome. I'm not even freaking kidding.

Review anything you wanna about this chapter but please, not too harsh of a flame and I apologize for making the chapter short. If u wanna know a few more random stuff about me, just PM away.

(But no creeping, seriously)

~With laughter and smiles, May