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Chapter 12: Identities, A Performance, and A New Teacher
Time: 3:41p.m.
Location: Outside of Elevator 14, Level 4 at Manhattan Mall
P.O.V: Zachary Goode's
I stood there, dumbfounded. Cammie was walking away, while I was just standing there like an idiot (which, I most definitely am NOT). The kiss was warm, soft, and…quick. She was still walking away, her gorgeous hair swaying back and forth.
The guy in me really wanted to follow her…and strangely enough, so did the spy. I remembered something in the elevator…why had her hair touched a memory? Why her appearance in general? All the while, I didn't even notice I was started to follow Cammie. Dirty blond hair…dark blue eyes with dark lashes…a guitar case with the letters "C.C."…that's when it clicked.
The painting of Christopher Morgan popped into mind. They didn't look that much alike, except for the eyes and hair (so her looks came from her mom) but it was enough for me to realize that The Chameleon's name is Cammie Morgan, the daughter of Rachel Cameron and Christopher Morgan. I know that I probably should be thinking more about the mission but…the girl I fell in love with just kissed me…I snapped out of my thoughts, when I found myself in a crowd…with absolutely no idea where Cammie was…
I figured out that I was in the crowd that was waiting for the "Manhattan Music Competition" and that, so were my classmates. But, before I went any further, I checked my comms unit, it was on now. I sent my description of the last girl to Mr. Solomon, and told him that I was going to start to tail her. I saw that basically my whole class was in a group (which in a way, is a bad idea…but then again, there was only ONE Gallagher girl left…we were gonna win easy). Grant waved me over, I walked over.
"Sooo…exactly who was the hottie in the elevator?" Grant asked. His tone was WAY too suggestive. I smacked his arm. HARD. I immediately regretted it when he started whining like a little girl.
"What hottie?!" Tim made his way over to us, I groaned (okay, now I don't regret that I hurt Grant). Tim practically shouted that…the rest of the class crowded around me. All of them asking at once.
"Did you kiss her?" Mario questioned.
"What's her name?" John asked.
"What does she look like?" Rich asked. My head was going back and forth, looking at my classmates.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please settle down! Our contest will now begin!" said what looked like the judge. I admit that the lady was pretty. (if you don't believe me, then look at about over 80% of my class…they were actually DROOLING!) But she wasn't as hot as Cammie. She had blond (which I'm pretty sure, she DID NOT dye) hair, light blue eyes, and a nice smile.
Like she said, the contest was really heating up. The contest had almost every music genre ever created! I swear, there was pop, hip-hop, rock, k-pop and j-pop (which I bet only my class could understand), techno, hell, there was even ballet (guys should NOT be allowed to wear tights!).
I was keeping an eye out for Cammie, I told everyone in my class about who the last Gallagher girl was, and that they should all try and tail her. We were finally down to the last contestant…Cammie…
"Time for our last act for the day, give a warm welcome to the sophomores of Brearly Private School for Girls!" announced the pretty judge. The crowd erupted with cheers, apparently Brearly had competed before. Four girls ran out onto the stage (none of them were Gallagher girls, my class already compromised them…plus the 12 girls were up front, watching their friend perform), one of them including Cammie. She ran up to the microphone with a black electric guitar. I pointed her out to Grant. The crowd had gotten too loud for me to hear Grant, even for a spy, and that's saying A LOT. Grant examined Cammie and looked at me with a goofy grin, and was nodding as if he were a bobble-head. Well, at least I don't have to worry about him approving, I thought sarcastically.
My attention was pulled back to the stage when the band started playing. I recognized that it was another song by "The Veronicas", Cammie sure liked their music. The song was "Everything I'm Not". Cammie began singing…I couldn't get over how well she could sing…
Oh no
Don't go changing
That's what you told me from the start
Thought you where something different
That's when it all just fell apart
Like you're so perfect
And I can't measure up
Well I'm not perfect
Just all messed up
I was losing myself to somebody else
But now I see
I don't wanna pretend
So this is the end of you and me
Cause the girl that you want
She was tearing us apart
Cause she's everything
Everything I'm not…
The song went on for 3 minutes and 38 seconds, when it ended the crowd erupted again, this time, with my classmates and me. The cheering was even longer than the other ones, it took 5 minutes and 42 seconds to get them calmed down. The announcer/judge walked onto the stage.
"Wonderful job, ladies!" She said brightly. The band members said their "Thanks" and walked off the stage. The lady returned to the other judges, it was time for them to decide the winner. Grant gave out another cheer and then turned to me, the room was beginning to quiet down,
"THAT WAS AWESOME!" He said. I laughed, it really was awesome.
"Damn, that lead singer is fine! I think I'll get her number after all this is over," Tim said. My fist clenched when he said that, I sent him a death glare. He immediately shut up, and began backing away. I smirked, I intimidated most of my classmates, you could say that they were cowards, but I always thought that it was just me being better.
The judge walked back onto the stage with a gold envelope, in her one of her perfectly manicured hands and the gold trophy in the other. The trophy was approximately two feet tall, it had a small version of a microphone with music staffs swirling around it. There was so much anticipation that it was practically visible in the air.
"Before, I announce the winners, I'd like to say…" I zoned out, I really didn't care much, I tuned back in when she was about to tell us who won, "The winners of this year's Winter Manhattan Music Competition is…" she opened the official-looking envelope, she had everyone on the edge.
"THE BREARLY SOPHOMORES!" the four girls came running out screaming and squealing with happiness. The crowd once again exploded with applause. One of the girls (I think was the drummer) was crying happy tears with another girl (the girl on the bass) hugging her from the side. Cammie and her back up singer was holding up the trophy, Cammie on the right and the Brearly Sophomore on the left. The judge gave the microphone (the REAL one, not the mini one sitting on the trophy) to the girl holding the trophy with Cammie.
"Oh my gosh, this is amazing, uh, well, me and my band have been in this competition and we've won it before. But we haven't been THIS good, it's all because, this girl-" She looked over at a smiling Cammie. "came out of no where, she offered to help us. And I think me and my band feel the same way, when we say that this trophy-" she shook the trophy slightly, "really, truly belongs to Cammie, who's with me?!" She yelled. Like before the crowd screamed, yelled, and cheered their agreements.
"So Cam, what do you say, we give this lovely audience another round?" asked the bass player. Cammie looked out in the applauding audience. I'm not sure if it was my imagination, but when her eyes settled on me and my classmates, she smile and said.
"Why not? LET'S GO!" The crowd grew even louder (if that was possible). Cammie reached her guitar and stood back in front of the microphone again. She had my class and the audience in the palm of her hand. She started to play…
I am fading fading,
I'm slipping away, as I disappear in the dark
You never take
Take the time to really look
Look at the one
The one I really am
You try to fit
To fit me in your perfect box
You let me slip
Between the cracks
The song was "Faded" by The Veronicas
Now I'm faded
Into someone else
Baby someone I don't wanna be
Yeah I'm faded
My true color's gone
Like a picture nobody sees…
I bet you don't
Don't even know my favorite song
You tell me how
How I should wear my hair
You wanna change
Everything I ever was
Try to erase me
'Til I'm not there
I don't wanna be your little picture-perfect-pretty-girl (A/N: I like that line the best)
Who's got nothing to say
And I'm not gonna wait around for you
To run my whole life down
I'll let you watch me fade away
It went on for 3 minutes and 36 seconds. The crowd just cheered even more, and started "booing" when they saw that Cammie was heading off stage. Apparently they wanted another song…well, ask and you shall receive, I thought. Because Cammie was heading back to the microphone, promising one last song…it was fine with me, then all I had to do was stand and watch her and wait for Mr. Solomon, or whoever her CoveOps teacher is, to compromise her…easy mission complete…. The song was "When it all falls apart" by…you guessed it…The Veronicas…
I'm having the day from hell,
it was all going so well (before you came)
And you told me you needed space,
With a kiss on the side my face (not again)
And not to mention (the tears I shed)
But I should have kicked your (ass instead)
I need intervention
Attention to to stop temptation to scream
'cause baby
Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart
Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart
Gotta pick myself up where do I start
'cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart
No
Don't know where I parked my car
Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)
I put my faith in you
What a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)
And not to mention (I drank too much)
I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)
I need intervention
Attention to, to stop temptation to scream
'cause baby
Can it be easier?
Can I just change my life?
'cause it just seems to go bad everytime
Will I be mending?
another one ending once again…
Falls apart
Gotta pick myself up 'cause things are messed up…
This time the song was 3 minutes and 17 seconds. The crowd roared again, the four girls got off their instruments (except for the back up singer, she didn't have an instrument) and got in a line, their hands were connected and they all bowed. The audience gave it's last cheer. They were still on stage, bowing, blowing kisses, and telling us that they "loved us". That had taken up 5 minutes and 2 seconds. But the second it was done (literally) one by one I heard my classmates being compromised…
"Mr. Rodriguez, you have been compromised,"
"Mr. Williams, you have been compromised,"
"Mr. Takahashi, you have been compromised,"
"Mr. Baker, you have been compromised," it went on and on until…it ended with me…
"Mr. Goode, you have been compromised. Everyone report to the Foot Locker on level 6 immediately, I'm disappointed in you gentlemen," Mr. Solomon ordered. This was the first time I've failed a mission…This was the first time you were against the Gallagher girls, I thought. You'd think this would affect my confidence, wouldn't you? Well, it didn't, all it did was give me more respect for Cammie…how the hell did she compromise ALL of us?! That's what I wanted to know…and from the confused looks of my friends…they wanted an explanation too.
We had made it to the Foot Locker, inside was practically deserted. It looked like nobody's been here in a century. Mr. Solomon was leaning on the counter, with his arms crossed. Tim and Rich were the first to speak,
"Mr. Solomon, we compromised 12 of the 13 girls, but how did the last one compromise us ALL?" He asked, not even trying to hide his curiosity. Mr. Solomon smirked at this,
"Why don't you ask her?" he asked. I turned around to see Cammie's back leaning on the doorway with her arms behind her, the picture of innocence. She gave me that smile again, I held my ground, but the rest of my class (with the exception of Grant) basically melted right then and there.
"Hey Blackthorne Boy," she greeted nonchalantly. I smirked at her,
"Hey Chameleon," I said, matching her non-caring tone. Her eyes widened with surprise. I smirked more, but lessened it when I realized that we still lost.
"Not bad, Blackthorne Boy, not bad at all," Cammie complimented with an approving voice. She smiled and gave me a wink (I felt my knees try to buckle, but stopped them. But…my heart was pounding in my chest so much I thought it was gonna pop out). Then another unexpected thing happen…the announcer from the contest walked in…
"Cameron, time to head out," She said. That's when I noticed it, her face was different. She looked even prettier (but still no match for Cammie) she had large almond shaped eyes that were a light caramel color, a mix of dark and light brown, long hair, with creamy-tanned skin.
"Alright," Cammie said, she began walking away with the mystery women.
"We still didn't get to know how you compromised us," I heard Rich say again, but it was more of murmur, he was pretty shy around girls, and I'm sure that it didn't help that the girl looked like she could model for a fashion magazine. But, Cammie heard…all spies do, Cammie stopped, along with the lady (who was obviously her CoveOps teacher).
"Hm…Having your cover being someone on stage really helps," She said. At this the CoveOps teacher smiled a knowing smile, her eyes looked behind the class and I saw a flicker of what looked like…recognition?…in her eyes. I glanced back, and saw that she and Solomon's gazes were locked. Both seemed shocked, but it showed more in Solomon's eyes. They knew each other.
"Long time no see, Joe. Clearly you took up teaching too," She said casually, it wasn't really a question but more of a statement. Solomon cracked a smile.
"Nice to see you too, Dana. So you're the one I've been subbing for at Gallagher?" He asked. Dana smiled and nodded.
"Well, I have to say, you did a good job with this bunch, but, of course, mine were better," Dana bragged, her playful tone and the look in her eyes took out the bite in her words. Solomon laughed.
"You really haven't changed much have you? Still competitive as ever, probably still as stubborn and hardheaded as ever too, " He chided. From the looks of things Mr. Solomon was really having fun.
"Of course I'm still the same, and you say 'stubborn' and I say 'determined', so for your sake I'll take that as a compliment. And yes, I admit I'm competitive, why do you think my cover was a judge for contest?" Dana put her hand on hip the whole time she was talking. She and Mr. Solomon must've been really good friends, I thought. He sucked air to respond, but was beat to it.
"Um… Ms. Jordon? Sorry to interrupt this…uh…little reunion, but I think we should probably get going. Unless you want my mom to get mad at us…again," Cammie suggested. I saw from the corner of my eye that Mr. Solomon smirked at the "again" part. Ms. Jordon nodded and walked out quickly, with Cammie in tow…I really didn't want her to leave, but something in my gut was telling me we wouldn't be apart for long…
P.O.V: Joseph Solomon's (A/N: I don't really know if his name Joseph, do you guys?)
I should've guessed that Dana Amelia Jordon was Gallagher's Covert Operations teacher, I thought as my students and I made our way back to Blackthorne. I thought back to Dana, she still looked the same from the last time I saw her…if not, then even more beautiful.
She had gentle, warm caramel-colored eyes that almost always held a spark of mischief. Dana's luscious dark brown hair that fell down her back in delicate waves was still the same. She had smooth, soft, looking skin and a perfect athletic, but curvy figure. I hadn't seen her in years…
I remembered that the last I spent anytime with her, we had been just hanging out, but she had gotten a call saying that her mother had just died…her dad had went MIA just like Chris…so I guess you could say she and Cam are alike. They still haven't found his body from when he went MIA from when she was younger…she immediately left and flew to Spain where her mother lived. After that day, all communication I had with her was gone, she had cut it off.
I know what you all may be thinking right now, but no, Dana and I were never dating (much to my dislike), we were best friends. I had told her that I loved her, she just didn't have the same feeling towards me, we stayed friends though. I remembered that she didn't date much after I told her, I was grateful that she was putting my feelings in consideration, it was one of the many things I loved about her.
I slipped out of my thoughts long enough to realize we were landing and back at Blackthorne. I walked out of the helicopter, with my students behind me. Though I was deep in thought about Dana I was still aware of things around me, like how most of the boys were talking about how "hot" Cam was. I mentally scoffed, like they would have a chance…well…if I have a say in it, anyone's chances were slim to none, I thought. I turned to my class.
"Gentlemen, I am not impressed, you all have been compromised by the same operative and could've compromised her instead," I stated. Actually, I was proud that Cammie succeeded. Most of my students seemed ashamed, I looked over at Zach, he didn't wear the same expression as the others, his face wore an amused expression…and of course that exasperating smirk…he looked like so much like Michael.
Without another word I turned and walked down towards the teachers' dormitory. I turned 2 rights, a left, went right again and turned one final left…I've lived the life of a professional spy for 18 years…I've seen a fellow operative disable a bomb by SWALLOWING it (he had a VERY bad case of explosive diarrhea…I know), I've seen a piece of fruit the size of a Lamborghini, and I've even seen someone almost die of Rachel's cooking (okay, that last one wasn't very shocking…) yet, this was the most shocking moment I've ever had for years…
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