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The helicopter landed on top of a big mall, the biggest in America… the Mall of America. There were cars everywhere and people everywhere. There were shoppers, tourist, workers, children, and just normal people there.
"You mission is to obtain 20 objects," Mr. Harrison said, "They are located in different stores at the mall. You are to get the items and meet at the Best Buy Court, where we will be waiting. You will need a GG belt, a silk plaid black, gray, and navy scarf, shirt with a crocodile, polo clothes, a bag with two Cs, and everything else on this list. Everyone for themselves…and you our time starts now."
"Good thing we are in casual clothes," Alice said running alongside of Rose and me. She was so excited that they we were at the biggest mall in America. I bet she would skip on what we were doing for a little and go shopping.
"Yep, but this is a individual mission, so good luck," I said and ran faster into the mall, "wait! Hold the elevator!" The doors of the elevator out of the parking lot opened back up and I stepped inside. "Thank you." I said to no one in particular.
"You're welcome," a boy said. He was 6' 5" and had golden eyes and light brown hair. The boy looked slender but at the same time muscular. He had a soft look to him. I guess he was cute in a way, but he looked a little familiar to me.
When the doors opened again I bolted out of the elevator and into the mall. First thing I did was look for a map, it seemed very tourist of me, but I wanted to finish this mission quickly so I might be able to so shopping later. "You seem lost." The boy said walking up to me when I was looking at the map. I jumped, because it seemed natural to do.
"God, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Thanks, but I know exactly where I'm going," I said and speed walked to Lacoste to get the crocodile shirt.
"This is a big place, and a person like you would get lost," he said following me. I didn't reply and started running to the store. This boy was very cocky, annoying, and full of himself, I should add.
"Hi, can I help you with anything?" the sales lady in Lacoste asked.
"Yea, I want to purchase this," I said grabbing a size 0 shirt from the rack. I was in a rush so I just grabbed it and gave it to her.
"Ok," she said and went to ring her up. I gave her a credit card and the lady came back with my card and a receipt to sign. I quickly signed it and took the bag.
"Thank you," I quickly said before bolting out of the store and to Burberry to get the scarf. The boy was waiting at the Burberry store looking at coats. "You again?" I whispered under my breath.
"Oh, girl from the elevator," he said turning around to face me. God he was annoying, he just enjoyed the pain I had whenever I saw him. I swear he's like following me.
"Yea, what are you? like a stalker," I snapped, "why are you following me around?"
"Weird I never thought I would end up seeing you around, I'm just looking at some of these coats. It's getting colder outside, so I thought I would by a new one, and you should too, you know?" he said cocky. He thought much of himself. "That coat of yours isn't really gonna protect you from Minnesota winters."
"What evs," I said and picked up the scarf they needed. I paid and left quickly. The scarf was very cute, I would have to ask Mr. Harrison if I could keep it.
"Maybe next time I come they have different coats," the boys said to himself before walking out of the store.
I practicly ran to Nordstrom and walked into the Channel store there. I looked at the bags and quickly bought a classic black purse then ran to get the Gucci belt. I finished the rest of her mission and ran to the roof with 30 seconds to spare. The time was very horrible, I was almost the last one there, but getting rid of that boy took forever.
"Here," I said stopping in front of the helicopters.
"Failed mission," Mr. Harrison said.
"What?!" Juliet yelled, "I have everything and I'm on time."
"Look behind you," he said and she turned around. There were five boys standing around.
"Remember me Toothpick Princess?" the boy from earlier said.
"Leighton," I growled glaring at him. It would make sense, he was cocky and insanely annoying. Every chance he would get there would be a insult, or Princess, or Toothpick coming out of his mouth towards me. Whenever I said something he would try to find a way to make fun of me.
He was Emma's friend's son. Leighton would always tease her about how skinny I was and call me a toothpick. After a while I got tired of fighting with him about the nickname Toothpick and just ignored him calling me that. When we started the sixth grade together he started calling me Princess. I can never figure out why but it is so annoying.
"Good job, Mr. Cullen," Mr. Harrison said congratulating him. I guess their mission was to distract the girls and make sure they failed. What kind of a teacher would want you to fail you test?...the one that teaches at a spy school.
"Hm," Juliet huffed and sat down in the helicopter. All of the other girls were talking about the boys and how they messed up their mission. Only Rose and Alice were smiling. I asked them why and they showed me the paper with Jasper and Emmett's phone number on it.
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Chapter 13: Charlotte Russe, The Shock, and Welcoming
Time: 4:12p.m.
Location: Gallagher Helicopter
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan's
Ms. Jordon (or should I say "Dana", we're pretty close…with our fathers and all…) and I made our way out of Level 6, I had the trophy in my hands. I saw A LOT of guys beginning to ogle at my teacher (it was expected) she ignored it, like she always does.
We made it to Level 1 and walked into a Charlotte Russe store. Dana walked up to a rack and pulled off a grape colored Rosette Mesh Dress
(A/N: .?productId=3729725)
(which I'm willing to bet my future spy career that she would hate going out into public in) it had a black empire waist with spaghetti straps. It also had a back sash with interior lining and a peekaboo tulle hem.
Dana then walked over to another rack and pulled out an electric blue graphic tee
(A/N: .?productId=3729730) she handed it to me. I smiled, I was SO glad that Dana picked out a "Macey-approved" T-shirt that I would actually be glad to be seen in. I took the V-neck shirt, it had cap sleeves and in distressed lettering it read,
"You've Never Seen A Pretty Girl Act Tough"
I liked the saying, but I thought it fit Bex more than me, Dana always told me I was one of the toughest girls in the school (the first one is obviously Bex) and that I was very beautiful, and coming from someone like her it was a major compliment.
I looked back at the dress. Actually, the dress was sort of cute, and I'm pretty sure that Dana could pull it off. She took the tee and the dress and walked up to the cashier.
"Excuse me, I'd like to try this on, and my friend here would like to try on that, are there any changing rooms left?" She asked politely. The cashier looked from the dress to the tee and smiled, understanding that we weren't ordinary customers.
"Rooms 3 and 4 are empty, please go right on in," She pointed us to our rooms. I grabbed the graphic tee, Dana snagged the dress. We each walked into a room, I knew exactly what to do. I took the label of the graphic tee and ripped it off, I placed the tag directly in the middle of the full-length mirror. A white light scanned the label and the next thing I know, I'm inside an elevator going down.
The whole time I was in the elevator, I was getting a full-body scan. It was warm and uncomfortable, but still bearable (it was like one of those really humid days in the summer and you're watching a really great baseball game or something and don't want to miss anything so you stay in the intense heat…it felt a little like that). Other than the heat wave that was scanning my body, making sure I wasn't a terrorist that got passed the mirror somehow, the elevator reminded me of Elevator 14 back at the mall (or is it "above" in the mall?) and that elevator reminded me of a boy…a boy with green eyes…
I walked out of the elevator; dazed and thinking about a Zachary Goode. I had no idea why, I thought I learned my lesson with Josh….but there was something about him I liked…I couldn't exactly place it…my thoughts were cut short by Dana coming out of the other elevator.
"Let's get to the others, I'm sure they're just dying to interrogate you," she said and smiled. I smiled and narrowed my eyes a bit. I knew the girls would want to know everything, especially Tina. Well, she's out of luck (like always) the only other people who's gonna know about this are my roommates; Bex, Liz, and Macey. Bex, because she'd probably kick the answer out of me. Liz, because she'd probably pull a 'guilt trip' on me for not telling her. And Macey, because she's the 'boy expert' of our group (well, more like our school, but she only helps me, Bex, and Liz.) We walked down the hall and opened up a stainless steel door, there in the room were my best friends and classmates. Like I predicted, they all rushed to me.
"Hey Cam! How in bloody hell did you manage to get them ALL out?" Bex asked, her accent flowing as smoothly in her voice, as her long black hair down her back. I smiled and started to explain.
"Actually, before I was stuck in that elevator I already sent the descriptions to Ms. Jordon about each boy and the timer was set. I only sent Zach's descriptions at the end, because my 'civilian' act looked like it worked, and I didn't want to risk it," I finished, my classmates started congratulating me.
"Alright, everyone, back into the helicopter, time to get to…" Ms. Jordon started but was cut off by the loud uproar of the chopper.
Time: 8:03p.m.
Location: CIA Helicopter, somewhere over Belfast, ME
P.O.V: Zachary Goode's
It was a really, really long trip back to Blackthorne, if I had to guess, I would guess that we went a different route, but I knew it was the same route as before, we basically went the same directions. I had gotten hungry about half an hour ago, I was hoping to eat some more candy…but then I remembered I gave the rest to Cammie, not that I regret it or anything. Besides, Dr. Steve had moved dinner later so when we came back we could still eat with our friends.
Mr. Solomon decided to sit in the same compartment as us (the class) he was looking out the window the whole time, with a dazed look in his eyes…yet, somehow at the same time his green eyes were still sharp as ever. It was pretty obvious (well…to me) that he was thinking about that "Dana Jordon" lady.
I really wondered, what was the deal, did they used to date or something? If I had to analyze this, I'd say… From the way Dana talked to Mr. Solomon she seemed to be talking to an old friend or buddy. I couldn't say the same for Mr. Solomon…he teased her, it was that kind of teasing guys do to girls they like (no not like, I mean like, like). But that was too weird…Mr. Solomon involved in a relationship?…just doesn't add up!
The topic of relationships entered my mind as we got off the helicopter, we followed Mr. Solomon out. I thought of my dating history, yep, I've dated before (you seriously can't believe that I haven't had a girlfriend?) my first girlfriend…and first kiss (UNFORTUNATELY) was Sarah Peterson (a civilian) turns out that I really didn't like her (damn hormones…do I need to say more? Yeah, that's what I thought) and I have to say, she was a terrible kisser, probably because she always chewed on her lip when she was nervous (and she was nervous 24/7!)…I shuddered from the memory.
My second girlfriend was the Tonya Mason, she could never make up her mind on ANYTHING, I remembered I took her out to a restaurant and she couldn't make a decision! Tonya ordered the Parmesan Chicken Alfredo first, and when the waiter came back with our food, she said,
"Sorry, but I just decided that I wanted the 4-Cheese Rigatoni," and afterwards when the waiter came back she changed it AGAIN! In the end I had to pay for every single dish she "ordered" (12 orders!) and she didn't even eat any of it!
Last and least, Marcia Johnson, the girl I had to "date" for my mission, she was a slut and a bitch, even worse than Chantel (and from the "Chantel" incident, you ALL know how I feel about sluts) I hated that assignment! She was spoiled, a sissy, and basically the female equivalent to a douchebag! I hated her and my mission so much, the grade wasn't even worth it! I came back to reality by Mr. Solomon stopping and lecturing us.
"Gentlemen, I am not impressed, you all have been compromised by the same operative and could've compromised her instead," He said. Everyone of my classmates started looking disappointed and ashamed. I could tell that Mr. Solomon was disappointed in us, but I could also see that he was trying to cover up some pride. He was proud of Cammie. Trust me when it comes to a spy's facial expression! I smirked and added a little entertained expression to my face. Mr. Solomon may be one of the best spies I've ever known, but compared to me and my mask, he was an amateur.
Silently, he turned away from us and started walking back to where the teacher dorms were. I just started walking to the dining hall; remembering just how hungry I was. I stopped when I felt eyes on me, I turned to my friends; who had looked completely confused.
"If you guys wanna starve, be my guest. I'll be having dinner like regular people," I told them. I turned and started walking again, not waiting to see their reactions. Grant caught up with me and we walked down the hall. He was yapping on and on about the girl he compromised, saying how "hot" she was and a whole bunch of other stuff I could care less about, but listened anyways. (What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?)
"That girl was so damn hot! Did you see her?!" He asked enthusiastically. I just simply nodded, I saw her, I admit she's pretty, but Cammie definitely had her beat though. I kept listening to Grant until we ended up in a crowd of students from 7th grade to 12th grade waiting outside the wide entrance to the dining hall. I went in front of the crowd.
"Alright, who knows what the hell's going on?" I asked, authority in my voice (I picked that up from my dad and Solomon). I saw Tim open his mouth to answer (no doubt a rumor). I stopped him,
"Not you, Tim," He shut his mouth and sent me a glare, I smirked at him.
One of the juniors answered, I think his name was Chase Fieldseth,
"We've been stuck out here for, like, 10 minutes and someone went to go get Dr. Steve. It's obvious we're not exactly welcome," Chase explained, a few of his friends nodded in agreement. As if on cue, Dr. Steven and another junior (I think his name is Marcus Tanner) showed up.
"Is that truly the case Mr. Fieldseth?" Dr. Steve asked when he got there. A bunch of them nodded and mumbling "yes," "yeah" and I even heard someone mutter "duh!" Dr. Steve didn't get upset, nope, he was grinning.
"Excellent, Just Excellent!" He said with complete enthusiasm. Everyone (except me) stared at him with a mixture of frustration (from lack of gourmet dinner), confusion (was he happy we were starving?), and slight suspicion (whether from wondering what was on the other side of the door or if our headmaster was mentally challenged…I was thinking everyone thought the 2nd one.)
Dr. Steve took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door…I didn't see that one coming, I thought as I looked into the dining hall.
Time: 8:07p.m.
Location: Hallway of Professor's Dormitory
P.O.V: Joseph Solomon's
…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…
I was standing in front of both Rachel Morgan and Dana Jordon, they were laughing and looked like they were the world's greatest friends…which is NOT normal! If you know anything about Rachel and Dana's past, you would think so too! Dana and Rachel are complete rivals, sure they can get along…but it always ends up with both of them in a contest.
I suppose it didn't help that Rachel doesn't like to lose and Dana's extreme case of competitiveness and stubbornness. I remember when we were all in the CIA (Chris, Rachel, Dana, and I), Rachel and Dana would have a contest everyday (Dana's the one who always challenges her, it was, as if, her role) it would range from who could chug down their coffee faster (Rachel won that one by 1.89 seconds) to who could disable a nuclear bomb planted in North Korea faster (Dana won by 2.3 seconds). Chris and I always had bets on who would win, I always betted on Dana and he betted on Rachel. We both knew it was wrong to bet on them (mostly because they BOTH told us about a million times) but it was just too fun to resist.
"Uh…Joey? Ya know, I can see you, right?" I heard Dana say to me, I remembered that Dana teased me with that name…I let her call me "Joey"…but if anyone else called me that, they wouldn't be seeing out of an eye for a month. She hadn't turned around at all. Rachel looked a bit shocked, but recovered immediately. Dana turned to me and had that mischievous grin that I fell in love with firmly planted on her gorgeous face. I walked up to her and shrugged.
"I wasn't trying to hide and do you really have to call me Joey?" I asked, letting a slightly annoyed tone seep into my voice. I secretly loved it when she called me Joey and didn't really want her to stop. Dana loved to (playfully) tease the people she cared about and I knew if I told her, I didn't mind her calling me Joey, she would stop. That was for certain. She and Rachel laughed.
"Yes, Joey, I absolutely MUST call you that, it's necessary in my normal day-to-day routine," She stated in a matter-of-fact tone that made me start to laugh a little. Rachel smiled, she always liked watching me and Dana together.
"Shouldn't we get going? I don't think Mr. Sanders's will appreciate us being late," Rachel said, her 'headmistress' voice taking full control. Dana noticed it too.
"Geez, Rachel, you don't have that be uptight," she teased, and continued, "But you're right, we better get to that dining hall before Steve blows his top. And it's really amazing how you and Cammie are so alike sometimes, mother like daughter," Dana commented, shaking her head, "I mean, déjà vu! Cammie told me a few hours ago!" Rachel and I laughed. Dana was always someone who was late, it was almost in her DNA.
"Well, maybe you should consider having a kid," Rachel said. I was forcing my hand not to form into a fist at the thought of Dana getting married. (Apparently, I'm still not over her…the question is, do I even want to be over her?) Dana seemed to catch onto my emotions, because she rolled her big, beautiful eyes.
"Suuuurree~ Because I am SO parent material," She said sarcastically. "Seriously, Rachel, I'm more of the 'Baby-sitter' than a parent," She chided. Rachel didn't seemed convinced, neither was I. Dana always understood people…anyone, ESPECIALLY teenage girls and boys. We had come to the second entrance to the dining room, the first one was occupied by…well…basically the entire student body. I walked opened the door, holding it for Dana and Rachel (mostly for Dana, though). While Rachel said thanks, Dana said,
"Joe, I'm a big girl, I can handle it!" She always was independent (sometimes TOO independent) she would always be saying that to me and everyone who tried to help her with something. I smiled…she truly hasn't changed. The next thing I know, I'm pulling my beloved goddaughter into my arms for hug.
Time: 8:11p.m.
Location: Dining Hall, Entrance 1
P.O.V: Zachary Goode's
I looked into the dining hall, everything was normal looking, the tables haven't moved, the walls and floor were still clean enough to eat off of (though, most people prefer a plate)…the only thing that looked out of place was that some of the silverware were misplaced…
And did I mention the 28 GALLAGHER GIRLS THAT WERE SEATED AT A TABLE, BECAUSE…THAT'S KIND OF NEW! I looked and saw that there were 3 other women in the room, one was a lady that resembled Cammie (but Cammie was still more beautiful…it was her mother of course), one lady was small and had small glasses poised on the bridge of her nose (she looked VERY well-mannered and a bit uptight), and the last lady was their gorgeous CoveOps teacher…out of the 3 women, I had to say that the teacher was the most casual. She was leaning against a wall, while the other 2 were standing up straight and proud.
I turned to survey the girls, memorizing every detail, that's when my eyes were looking on Cammie Morgan herself. She was in a navy blue plaid skirt, with a lighter shade of navy blue sweater covering an expensive looking white blouse. The sleeves reached around her elbows and her skirt went around mid-thigh, revealing skinny, toned, and tanned legs (some of juniors and sophomores looked like they were gonna jump them or something). Cammie's eyes looked up to meet mine, she gave an amused smile and turned her attention to Dr. Steven, Headmistress Morgan, Dana Jordan, and Ms. Up-tight (I still haven't figured out her name). I followed her gaze.
"How excellent, you all are early, this is quite excellent," Dr. Steve was beaming. I looked at the 3 women as they each had a small, polite smile on their face.
"Well, Mr. Sanders-" Headmistress Morgan was interrupted by Dr. Steve.
"Not Mr. Sanders, Dr. Steve," He corrected. The 2 women nodded their heads with fake understanding, oh you're wondering about Ms. Jordon? Well…she was sort of giggling.
"Well then, Dr. Steve, I think we could start with the announcement when these young gentlemen," She gestured to us, "get their meals,"
"That is an excellent idea Ms. Morgan, excellent indeed," I think it's pretty damn obvious to what you think our Headmaster's favorite word is, he thinks it's just excellent. It gets really weird at first, but after that, it just gets plain annoying. I heard a laugh, all heads turned to Ms. Jordan (Mr. Solomon however, was already looking at her.) She had an amused look on her face, she turned to look at Dr. Steve.
"Steve, calm down, don't be that excited. Don't lose focus, 'member how excellent THAT went in Russia?" She asked, cocking both a hip and an eyebrow. Dr. Steve's face turned a bit pink, but still gave a chuckle. They must've been on a mission together, I thought. We all stood in silence for a few minutes…Ms. J. didn't seem to like that. She made her way to the podium.
"Alright, gentlemen, get your food, and we'll explain, now," Her voice was both casual and full of authority and power. The guys immediately scattered and went to sit at different tables, the tables closest to the girls were filled up after 1.7 minutes. I was one of them, my seat was closest to Cammie's, Grant was in the middle; in between Jonas and I. The Headmistress took her place at the podium.
"Hello, Blackthorne students and faculty members, we; the staff and students of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women are ecstatic to be here, though I am not staying I am sure that you all will have a wonderful time. Gallagher Academy students and few from the staff will be here for the rest of the year. This is the first exchange of Gallagher Academy and Blackthorne Institute, and I am hoping that you will make the most of it, and to all of you, we expect you all to behave," She hinted at.
I smirked, she didn't trust us being alone. I wanted to laugh, that's when I saw that the headmistress's eyes linger on her daughter, I understood immediately, she was mostly telling the "behave" part to Ms. I-own-a-cat-named-Suzie over there.
I smirked again and looked at Cammie. She felt my eyes on her and turned to look at me; blushing a light pink. I couldn't help but think, she's cute when she's blushing. The other guys must've thought so too, because most (almost all) of them were checking her out. I'll have to fix that later, I thought. I looked over at Mr. Solomon who were looking disapprovingly at the guys (he was thinking the same thing as me) and Ms. Jordon was looking like she was biting back a laugh.
"Now, time for the Gallagher students to introduce themselves, while we all enjoy Chef Louis (A/N: The real name for the chef at Gallagher) wonderful cooking," Mrs. Morgan walked down from the podium and took a seat beside Dr. Steve. Ms. Jordon was on the other side of Dr. Steve and Mr. Solomon was next to Ms. Jordon. As they were getting seated, the Gallagher girls were getting up. One by one.
"Hey everyone, my name is Tina Walters, I'm a sophomore, and am in the Field Track, my codename is Paparazzi," She finished. It went on and on…
"Hi, I'm Eva Alvarez, I'm a sophomore. I'm in the Field and my codename is Chica," I stopped listening for a while, when I saw one of Cammie's friends walk up, I paid a little more attention…I recognized the girl from the mission, the one Grant wouldn't shut up about…
"Hey, my name is Rebecca Baxter, I go by Bex, and if you call me Rebecca, I will surely hurt you. I'm the first Non-American student at Gallagher. I'm a sophomore in the Field, codename: Duchess," The whole time she was talking, a British accent slipped out of her voice. I looked at Grant he was staring at Bex, speechless…probably thinking, "HOLY SHIT, She's BRITISH?! Just when I think she couldn't get any hotter…" or something around that…Bex had cappuccino-colored skin, black long hair, and dark brown eyes. If I had to describe her in one word, it would be exotic. Yup, definitely Grant's type…she hurts people…
I saw another one of Cammie's friends go up, she had blond hair (natural), blue eyes and had a kind of pixyish look to her. I could tell she was slightly timid and shy.
"Uh, Hello, my name is Elizabeth Sutton, you can call me Liz, Um, I'm in the Research and Development Track and am a sophomore. My codename is Bookworm," She said quietly, I looked over at Jonas, he was staring at Liz with COMPLETE interest, I smirked, both my roommates were going nuts over girls. Next up was the ever-so-popular Macey McHenry. Jet black hair, blue eyes with a diamond nose ring.
"My name is Macey McHenry, yes, my dad is the senator, I will be going into the Field, I am a sophomore but am in the lower classes so I can catch up. IF ANYONE TRIES AND TEASES ME ABOUT IT, well…I guess you'll have to sleep with one eye open," she shrugged. "oh, and my codename is Peacock, try and call me that, I'll break your hand," she added.
Most of the 7th graders were still drooling over her, most of the guys in my class stopped, after the "sleep with one eye open" thing she mentioned. Guys like a girl that's nice, (well…if the guy's a perv then, it really doesn't matter…) and girls that threaten you aren't really in the "nice" category.
I followed most of the guys' gazes and found that Cammie was their main attraction. I REALLY NEED TO FIX THAT! I thought, furious. I was surprised to say that I let some of my annoyance slip out, that had never happened before…why now? I drew my attention back to Cammie; who was now at the podium.
"Hi, my name is Cameron Morgan, you can call me Cammie. I'm in the Sophomore Field, and my codename is The Chameleon," By the time she had said her name (first, last, and codename) everyone had gone silent, all the guys looked at her with looks that went from shock, awe, admiration, and there were even some guys continuing to check her out. I always did wonder, How can she NOT get noticed? I didn't really get it, (which is a first for me).
"Now here are the faculty members that will be joining us this semester," Dr. Steve started, he gestured to the 2 women at the dinner table; they were making their way to the podium. The well-mannered, older looking lady with the glasses went to the stand, with posture that would have made the world's greatest etiquette teacher look like some lazy teenager sitting on a couch watching morning television.
"Hello Blackthorne students, I am Madame Dabney of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, I will be teaching a unit on Culture and Assimilation this semester. I realized you gentlemen have not had this class before, so I will begin with the basic," Madame Dabney said. I looked at the guys, their faces mirrored my confusion. Culture and Assimilation? Really? Wow, they have pretty easy at Gallagher…I thought. My thought was proven wrong when Ms. Jordon stepped up.
"My name is Dana Jordon, I'll be assisting Mr. Solomon in CoveOps, I will also be assisting Professor Franklin for those of you in Research & Development, get ready, this won't be an easy semester, I guarantee you, questions?" She said, her voice held the rooms' attention, as if attention was attracted to her like a magnet.
I looked over at Logan Hawkson; another sophomore in my class, his hand was raised in the air. Ms. Jordon's caramel eyes looked over at him,
"Yes, Logan?" She asked…How'd she know Logan's name? I thought. Logan looked startled, but continued, a bit unsteady at first.
"My question is…if these girls are staying with us, where are they gonna room? They're not staying with us, are they?" Logan asked, a lascivious grin was starting to pull at the corners of his lips. I looked at the guy with a look of disgust, he was WAY too kinky…one time, he snuck a girl into the institute and…yeah, I think you can imagine what happens after that…I shuddered.
Ms. Jordon caught on immediately and her eyes narrowed a bit. Logan shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back in his seat.
"Well, Logan, the girls will be having their own dorms," She answered, a smug look crossed her face as she said Logan's name; she had said it like she was mocking him. (which she probably was)
"But, we don't have any space," He shot back, but it was more of curiosity than his usual tone (which he says woos the ladies, he's such a freak). Ms. Jordon cocked an eyebrow, looking like the stereotype of a spy, cool, confident, and mysterious (well…like me, but in a feminine way).
"Oh you don't? Well, gentlemen, have you been to the west wing of your school recently?…"
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