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Chapter 15: A Beat, Sneaking, and A Fight
Time: 11:12p.m.
Location: East Wing, Room 108
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
I looked out the window of the COW classroom window, class had started today. It was starting to snow…I personally liked snow, it was my favorite season. I came back to reality when I heard an angelic voice whisper into my ear,
"Zach? Earth to Zach?" I looked to my right, only to see the beautiful Cammie Morgan, she motioned towards the door, I had finally realized that class was over the rest of the class was gone, even Mr. Nguyen was gone. I dazedly bent down to pick up my things, as I reached down for my COW notebook I noticed a pair of tanned slender legs by my desk. I looked up to see Cammie, she had that smile on that dared my knees to turn into gelatin. I smirked,
"What do you think you're doing Gallagher Girl?" I asked, getting up from my desk, she blushed a light pink and looked down at her feet, sheepishly. I placed my finger under her chin and gently pushed it up, I could see her face now, it was still a little flushed…which just made me want to hold her tight.
"I-I was, uh, thinking…if you'd be my…boyfriend?" She stuttered, getting quieter and quieter with each word. I smiled at her, this is too good to be true, I thought.
"Does this answer your question?" I said quietly, my voice was turning a bit rough.
I leaned down, tilting my head, my hand was on the back of her neck, my fingers laced through her luscious, soft gold and chocolate colored hair. Cammie's hands were sliding up to settle on my shoulders, her eyes closed; her dark eyelashes kissed her cheekbones, leaving a slight shadow. Once her eyes were closed, I closed mine as well, just waiting for my mouth to descend on her sweet, moist lips…
I leaned back when the kiss was finished, I looked at Cammie's ocean blue eyes. My arms were around her tiny waist, Cammie's arms were wrapped around my neck. She was perfect…that is, until…I heard her voice…gone was the angelic tone…it was a familiar voice…that's when it clicked…
GRANT!!
My eyes shot open, the first thing I saw was an annoyed and grossed-out looking Grant, rubbing his cheek. I looked dazedly at the clock, it read 11:15 p.m.
"GODDAMMIT! GRANT! THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT!" I snapped at him. You see…I really like my sleep…especially if in that sleep there's a dream of me making out with Cammie Morgan! I noticed him rubbing his cheek again.
"And what's wrong with your cheek? You can be such a wuss," I stated, still irritated that I couldn't see what else happened in my dream.
"Dude! You kissed me! How the hell am I suppose to react?!" He retorted, still rubbing his cheek; trying to wipe away my germs. Grant was whining more than ever…I guess I couldn't blame him, I'd complain (not as much as him) too if I was kissed by Grant. But I couldn't think of that, I was too busy being grateful that I didn't actually start making out with him, like my dream! I groaned, I thought being in love was suppose to be all nice and warm, you know, all that crap that people see in those sappy soap operas make it sound like (now don't think that I, Zach Goode watch soap operas, because, REALLY I DON'T).
"What's going on?" asked a groggy Jonas, he yawned, picked up his glasses and looked at the time.
"NEXT TIME, YOU'RE WAKING UP ZACH!" Grant exclaimed, I rolled my eyes.
"Grow up Grant, and would you keep it down, you'll wake up the whole school!" I scolded him, that's when realization dawned on me.
"Grant," He looked up, "Exactly why did you wake us up?" I asked, something must of happened.
"Oh yeah, well I woke up and was thirsty, I was getting a Mountain Dew when I heard something, it sounded like…a beat?…I don't know," He explained, I started coming out of my sleepiness and was becoming alert; my mask easing back into its place on my face. I had started hearing a beat when I was drifting off to sleep…I had just assumed it was my iPod.
"Where'd it come from?" Jonas asked, you could practically see the gears start to grind, past his thick black hair (A/N: I got the 2nd book and found out he had wire-rimmed glasses and black hair) inside of his skull.
"I dunno, it's coming from somewhere," Grant said-stating the obvious. I got up and started walking towards the door, opening it. It was really faint but I definitely heard the rhythmical pulse of a beat coming from down the hall. I grabbed a black t-shirt with the words:
"Uncaught" printed in white letters, going down vertically on my right side. I was only in dark blue pajama pants…I have tendency to sleep shirtless, just seems the most comfortable for me. Jonas understood immediately…and that's why he said,
"We shouldn't be doing this! We'll get in trouble!" He exclaimed, he looked nervous and anxious…I knew Jonas hated risks, but the thing he hated MORE was not knowing something, especially when it comes to codes, firewall, viruses, and ANYTHING related to computers and technology.
"What are you guys talking about? What's gonna get us in trouble?" asked a clueless Grant (but then again, if Grant isn't a clueless Grant, then there isn't a Grant at all!). I rolled my eyes, Jonas explained,
"Zach wants to sneak out now, past curfew, to find out what that beat is. But of course, that's completely reckless and against the rules, besides we need our sleep. You know, guys our age need at leas-" Grant interrupted Jonas's rant; which he always does to stall, or stop, or bore us to death so we couldn't do "the reckless" thing, oh! And he does it when he's nervous…sheesh…all we're doing is walking outside of our room, it's not like we're planning on chasing down a mafia or something. (which would have been really good extra credit points in CoveOps.)
"Let's go!" Grant said excitedly. I smirked, Grant loved risks and danger…I always wonder how he and Jonas had become such good friends, they were nothing alike. Jonas North the genius, the perfect student and shy guy…had become best friends with…Grant Newman, the fighter, the…let's say…"not-so-bright" student and the outgoing goofball. I nodded at Grant. We both looked at Jonas, smiling (well…I was smirking) at Jonas, knowing he'd have to go. He fidgeted nervously; looking down at his hands.
It only took a few more seconds of Grant and mine's gazes to wear on him, the next thing; we're creeping down the hall silently, following the beat….it was getting louder…we were heading to…the East Wing…
Time: 10:04p.m.
Location: Abandoned Library, East Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Anne Morgan
I walked into the coolest room (the girl in me) had ever seen in my 16 years of living. I slowed my pace down…taking in everything from the creative transparent tiling of aqua-blue (you know, the color of Crest Pro-Health Mouthwash), metallic ice-blue topaz, and crystal-clear glass (which went in a pattern across the large room: aqua, topaz, glass, aqua, topaz, glass, aqua, topaz…) to the all-around stereo system that had been inserted into the walls…I mean, right above the library shelves. I looked over at the fireplace, the fiery ember contrasted with the cool shades of blue.
I only barely noticed that my classmates were slowing their paces too, still behind me. Ms. Jordon must've gotten impatient and tired of waiting because she plopped down on one of the snow-white couches on the side of the room. I noticed that some of the floor was carpeted too, the same color of the couch. The couch had looked soft, as she dropped on it the material slowly and firmly absorbed Dana…it was like one of the temper-pedic beds, just instead, looking like a hip, trendy couch (that would've made Macey proud to sit in one…and that means, it was TRENDY!)
I looked to the opposite side of the room, one small portion of the room had been turned into a kitchen, it was divided by a marble counter (I KNOW! HOW COOL IS THAT?!) there were soft looking stools on the other side of the counter; on the other side (the one close to the wall) was where six mini-fridges stood, six porcelain sinks, two ovens, and four microwaves. I looked at a the wall to my right (the one close to wear Ms. J was sitting…er…slouching) there was a plasma screen behind her hanging on the wall, there was one by the kitchen too. THERE EVEN WAS A JACUZZI ; it could've fit 10 Gallagher girls! I'd go on…but, Dana pierced the awed silence of the library (if you can even call it that anymore!)
"Um…girls? I take it from the silence, you all like my surprise?" She asked; standing up, taking her trench coat off…revealing pajamas (her pajamas were a too-large gray sweatshirt with navy blue lettering, bearing the Gallagher Academy name and symbol. She had on navy blue shorts going down to ¼ thigh, with white socks that reached above her knees…even in that, she STILL looked like a model). I finally noticed that ALL my sisters were in their pajamas, this could only mean one thing…
"SLUMBER PARTY!" shouted my sisters, I smiled. I looked back at Dana she was smiling too, I ran up to her and tackled her with a hug onto the couch, I whispered,
"Thanks Dana…this is just what I need," I was getting pretty upset about Mom…she's been getting busier and busier every week…we even skipped our Sunday dinners in her office a few times (which I'm sure my digestive system was relieved of, but I loved spending time with Mom…no matter, the terrible food) she won't tell me anything anymore (not that I'd think she'd crack under interrogation…but still) it was beginning to worry me, something was up…I just couldn't place it…but I knew for a certain something had happened…or was going to happen…I guess you could say Dana's sort of like my second mother or something like a big sister; she was one of the few people who COMPLETELY understood me…inside and out. Ms. Jordon giggled,
"Anytime, Cam, anytime," I smiled and hugged her harder; putting all my spy skills in it, at that moment, our personal "hug" bubble broke and the rest of my sisters swarmed my supposed 2nd mom/big sister/favorite teacher. Each one of them thanking her about the room, asking how in the world did she redid it. When everyone pulled away, she put one hand on her hip and the other helped her lean forward; it was placed on a one of the round tables.
"Sorry everyone, that's information for me to know…and for you all to NEVER find out," she said; standing up straight. Tina opened her mouth, Dana saw this (she sees EVERYTHING) and held up a long, manicured index finger; thus shutting Tina up (it's a MIRACLE! I could hear the hallelujah chorus), she shook it back and forth, then placed it to her smiling lips, the universal sign of: shut up!
"Sorry, again, Paparazzi! My lips are sealed…unless anyone of you girls would like to try and interrogate it out of me," She started, she was met with silence (Bex was debating it…you could tell from her expression) she clapped her hands together; echoing in the brilliant room,
"Well, if none of you will, then I suggest we enjoy this fine room and ask questions later," at this, the room exploded into shrieks, screams, and squeals of happiness! Some girls ran over to the radio (which were connected to the awesome surround-sound injected in the walls) that's when the song, "Evacuate the Dance Floor" by Cascada started pulsing through the cool air of the room. I loved this song! I started walking down towards the middle of the room; Macey, Bex, and Liz alongside me, we all started dancing…THE DANCE PARTY WAS ON!
Time: 11:33p.m.
Location: Hallway of the East Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
We had been following the beat for 18 minutes and 29 seconds, while I was listening I recognized the beat to be a song (I know, it was probably obvious, but even cool, suave, and good spies like me can be slow sometimes when they're sleepy…but rarely) it was the song "Good Girls Go Bad" by Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester. Later, while we were walking I heard a different song go on, it was "Beautiful" by Akon, the songs continuously switched…that's when we arrived to our destination…the abandoned library…
The was door hadn't been completely closes, leaving a gap that allowed some light from the music-filled to come streaming into the utter blackness of the hallway. What also had streamed into the hall was the voices of girls…Gallagher girls…sing along to songs and probably dancing too. I could barely make out that Grant and Jonas continuing to advance to the door…I sighed and held an arm in front of both of them, not letting them pass. Sometimes, these guys just don't think (well, Grant never thinks and Jonas can over think). They gave me questioning looks (at least I think that was their expression), obviously wanting to know what I've got up my sleeve…but, in this situation, it was more of what I had in my pocket.
I reached into it, pulling out a small high-tech camera; the ESX119 model, it was small, gray and looked exactly like a pebble. Grant and Jonas both smiled (even in the dark, I could see that!), getting what I was planning. I turned back to the large metal double doors, noting that we were 3 yards and a foot away from the door, I got down on a knee, taking aim with the invincible camera in the palm of my hand. I flicked it, I stood up and smirked as I watched it shoot through the slit, like an invisible bullet. I looked back at Grant and Jonas, all of us were grinning.
"How in the world did you come up with that? And why did you have the new ESX119 in your pocket?" Jonas asked, he was mostly wanting to know about the camera, he didn't get to look at the model yet…none of the guys here were suppose to, actually…why me? Let me answer you and Jonas both,
I pointed at myself, having the I-know-something-you-don't smile seeping onto my face, and said, "Spy," I smirked at Jonas; who had the deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, probably calculating how much trouble I was going to be in for stealing the newest tech of the CIA. (like everybody knows, you don't get in trouble, if you don't get caught). I looked at Grant he was grinning like a fool, wanting to know what exactly the girls are doing at this time of night. I smirked some more, Grant can NEVER get his mind off girls, he took being girl-crazy to a whole other level.
I let my eyes flee back to the (almost) closed door of the library for a fleeting second (which I'm still wondering about…why is the music so loud? Even if they used a radio or something it wouldn't have been that loud) thinking of Cammie again…I was really hoping that dream was real…or would be in the near future…. That second was all it took, I looked back at Grant and Jonas…unconscious on the ground! I caught a glimpse of their foreheads…Napotine patches, right after that, I was tackled, from somebody in the shadows.
I was pinned down; lying on my stomach, arms useless. I felt my attacker shift, on top of me; NAPOTINE PATCH I realized, remembering my unconscious friend, I immediately responded by flipping my opponent so I was on top now, before I could completely analyze who this person…wait, girl, was she countered and I was rolling on the ground; trying to get into a fighting position ASAP.
I dodged kicks and jabs as fast as I could, This girls' good, I thought as I evaded a close blow to the head, grazing my cheek. I really didn't want to beat on a girl, but the exception was the safety of the school, plus, she KNOCKED OUT MY BEST FRIENDS, that's something you just don't let go! I used a side kick; raising my kicking leg as high as I could (like they had taught us in 8th grade) the girl dodged swiftly, changing tactics; I used the momentum, launching into the Hatakski Maneuver. I barely was able to use it on her as she quickly retaliated, using an impressive (and painful) roundhouse kick; knocking me down.
The enemy-girl straddled me; I was lying on my back this time, keeping me in a lock. My eyes were starting to get adjusted, as I made out the shape of the girl, she had a Coke-bottle frame, long hair; flowing down past her shoulder blades (which should be damaged from my Hatakski Maneuver), I saw her small hand searching her pocket…not finding anything, I smirked; deciding to start a conversation, might as well try and get as much info as I can.
"Out of patches?" I asked, purposely making it cocky, trying to get her mad (spies always lose focus when emotionally distressed). The girls' arm stopped moving, her whole body froze, but she recovered pretty quickly. She leaned forward to whisper in my ear, her breath was warm and refreshingly cool at the same time; making me feel dizzy and dazed (in a good way, a very good way).
"What do you think, Blackthorne Boy?" she said. I froze…I knew that voice…and who else would call me Blackthorne Boy? Cammie still had her head close to mine, it took a bit longer to recover (and plus, she can kick HARD) I opened my mouth to say something but before I could Cammie started talking,
"You know, you're pretty good," she complimented, I heard a small smile in her voice, I smirked,
"Well, what did you expect, I'm always good, look at my name," I told her, I could practically see her rolling those gorgeous sapphire eyes. I smiled. I felt Cammie stiffen, her head turned to look behind us, her soft brushed across my face. She looked back at me, I could actually start to see her now.
"Uh…sorry about your friends," She apologized, I laughed, she blushed.
"They're tough, they're fine!" I reassured her. Cammie laughed, I loved the sound of it…something must've snapped in Cammie because she stopped laugh and stiffened again. I wanted to ask her but she leaned down again, my voice disappeared somewhere in my throat when she did.
"Good night, Zach" Right after that, I felt those familiar lips on my cheek, it felt like the dream (just 10 times better) …that wasn't all though…I felt something slapped onto my arm and the dark slowly came over me, the last thing I saw before drifting off were those beautiful pair of sapphire eyes; looking at me…watching me…
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