Code Boy

Chapter Two: Gotcha!

Shit, Sharpay cursed in her head. She had lost Gabriella in the process of trying to lose that one man in the suit that was obviously tailing them.

Taking a slow pace towards the elevator of the metro. But just as suddenly as she got in, a hand popped out; stopping the door from sliding closed.

The elevator dinged as the door revealed a young man, head down. He looked up and smiled innocently enough. His blue eyes sparkling with a look she knew too well. 'I-know-something-you-don't' look, the one she always used; way too often.

She smiled nicely before looking away as he entered. Casually, looking over at her before checking the elevator buttons and as soon as he saw the button he was suppose to press already occupied he nodded silently. Sharpay leaned over. as he smiled and half-nodded at her, pushing the button twice; trying and praying for the elevator to go faster.

"Hey," He said. Sharpay looked up, his deep blue eyes looked straight into her hazelnut ones. Both eyes sparkling with that 'mysterious' look.

She took a step closer, smirking. "Hello."

He smiled big, and goofy; his pearly whites gleaming. "So," He looked pointedly at the lion of her left breast. "East Arlington?"

"Mhm, you know of the school?" She said, leaning against the railing.

He shook his head, barely seemed interested in talking about school. "Hungry?"

He pulled out a small package of skittles. Sharpay looked at the bag with distaste. "Uhm, no thank you. Thanks anyways."

She started fidgeting, judging by the time the elevator took and the time she stepped in and the light that shown from above. She approximately had…ten minutes to get to the exhibit.

"You OK? You look nervous." Sharpay turned and there he was, about three-to-four inches away from her face.

"Of course," She tried to back up but she was already against the railing. "Do you know anything about personal space?" She snapped, her heeled-foot tapping impatiently.

"Are you suppose to meet someone?" He asked, blinking and moving about three inches back. Not that far, as what Sharpay would've thought he should've moved.

She nodded and looked back at the screen with it's numbers becoming smaller. From Level 5 to Level 4.

Three more levels, Sharpay chanted in her head over and over again.

"Probably your boyfriend, eh?" He said, gently kicking the wall of the elevator.

Sharpay's head snapped to him and her eyes narrowed. "No,"

"Sure-ee," He pushed. A small smile creeping onto his lips.

Sharpay crossed her arms, "No; I'm suppose to meet my teacher at this exhibit with the red shoes. Happy?"

"Ecstatic." He said sarcastically, the hint of a sparkle threatening in his voice.

The elevator finally dinged and Sharpay looked up. Level 1, finally.

The doors slid open, revealing the sun at it's low and orange haze casting shadows over trees and long cascading buildings over above.

She looked behind herself and smiled, "It was nice meeting you." After all, she had been in Culture and Assimilation classes since Grade Six.

Sharpay whirled around once again and started off, walking slowly but quickly.

Until-

"Where are you going?" Sharpay asked as she turned around once again and looked at the boy with the brown hair and blue eyes.

He shrugged and smiled, "I thought we were going to meet your teacher."

"We?!" Sharpay snapped, because A) She was pretty sure brining a boy -you've just met- to a clandestine rendezvous isn't in the CIA handbook, and B) Sharpay knew if Mr. Von Jack saw him; his memories of ever meeting her would be erased.

"Sure." He stuffed his hands in his pocket, a clear sign of curiosity and shyness.

"No, I don't think so." Sharpay said, her mind panicking but her body language calm her eyes smooth.

"Hey, look." He said confidently, taking her shoulders and pointing to the darkening sky. "It's getting dark, you're by yourself and this place isn't one place to walk around alone." He smirked and let go of her shoulder. "And you've got" -he pondered, seriously considering- "only five minutes to meet your teacher."

Sharpay groaned inwardly, rolling her eyes. He was wrong by a whole minute, but she didn't correct him; let him think what he wanted. He opened his arms, in a gesture meaning that she had no choice but for him to tag along.

"Fine," She groaned.

Sharpay quickened her pace as she raced over towards one of the buildings.

"You do know you're walking really fast," He said, Sharpay ignored him; she was currently counting off the minutes she was wasting.

"So…" He pondered, "Do you have a name?" Asking the question innocently, even if he didn't know it was nothing but.

"Yeah, lots." And that was the truth except when Sharpay turned her head for a quick glimpse he was smiling as if that was the most amusing he had ever heard.

Then he nodded that half-nod; not that Sharpay noticed.

"So, wanna go on a date?" He asked.

That's when the bomb in Sharpay's head went off, and she exploded. He was flirting, and that wasn't a good thing when she -of all people- was on a mission. But here's the thing that actually was stamped in her head. East Arlington Girls didn't flirt with normal boys unless they were not on a mission, somewhere outside the School's grounds, and obviously not wearing the School's uniform. A serious disgrace that her Culture and Assimilation teacher, Ms. Heatherette, always reminded them of.

"Hey, thanks for all of what you're doing but seriously; it's actually not necessary." She muttered, her eyes darting back and forth from the boy to the doors of the building a few feet away.

"It's just up there anyways. I'm fine. You can go." She said, pointing up towards the highest floor.

"Fine, fine." He took his hands out of his pockets and raised them up in surrender.

Taking a step back, he smiled that mysterious smile and Sharpay soon felt the corners of her mouth tug upwards until her mind snapped back to the main reason she was here.

Damn,two minutes. She thought.

She yelled a quick goodbye, watching as he waved off. Saying a nice and smooth, "See you." Over his shoulder.

She took the fastest way up and that was the stairs, jumping rails -even in a skirt and heels- it was necessary; and luckily no one was around.

She ran to the last corridor; out of breathe. And that was when she made it, whispering, "Gabs…Laurie…Kaitlin…Mick…Isabel…" Seeing if any of them had made it. But in the dark light she couldn't see a thing except for the now bright moon that show through an open window.

Sharpay walked up to the case, peering inside at the small identical red slippers that once -supposedly- were worn by Dorothy.

She jumped at an intruding footstep, "You're thirty seconds late."

The light sliced between me and Mr. Von Jack. "But, I'm alone."

"Actually, Ms. Evans. You're not."

And then the boy from the elevator, the boy from the bench, stepped out of the shadows.

And looked at me.

And smiled.

But finally said, "Hi again…Evans. Gotcha!"

And that was when Sharpay felt she would rather be somewhere over the rainbow then here facing the ultimate humiliation.

TBC

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2. As you may know, this IS based on the two spy books by Ally Carter so no flames needed. All credits to her.

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