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Chapter 16: Canceling, Guides, and P&E
Time: 12:44a.m.
Location: East Wing, Room 252
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
I was laying in my soft bed, staring off into the distance. Bex was snoring away, Liz was curled up and comfy, and Macey was sleeping silently (besides the slight whistle sound; the result that diamond zit on her nose). I couldn't exactly sleep, I was too busy thinking about everything that was happening, I sat up silently, grabbing the silver charm bracelet off the nightstand.
I smiled as I looked at it, my dad had originally gotten me the bracelet from a mission he went on (in China). When I first got it, there was only one charm on it; a small white gold heart dangled off of it. In the middle of that heart was a Chinese character; the character, Family. I loved the bracelet, it was the last gift I had gotten from my father since he's went MIA. I felt the hot tears daring to fall past my eyelids.
I distracted myself with the other charms, the tears immediately dispersed when I looked at the one Joe had gotten me. I smiled, it was a small silver teddy bear, with sapphire blue eyes (matching my own) holding a small, ruby that was shaped into a heart, in it's lap. I was so excited when Joe had gotten me this (I was about maybe 7 years old), it was from Milan. Joe was always like the father figure I could turn to, I loved him (NOT like that!) he was part of the family (see…). Joe sure could be strict when he was teaching though, but he was always sweet and caring afterwards.
There was one from my mom; it was from Paris. A silver "C" with a small pearl hanging from the top of the "C", Mom got me a silver necklace to go along with it. I wore that necklace anytime I could, it reminded me that Mom still loved me, she was just busy with some other stuff that was going on and she was the only one that could handle it. I'm not in denial either, I mean, Mom didn't become one of the best agents and the Headmistress of Gallagher from slacking off, right? That got me thinking about what had Mom so worked up…it had to be important, I just needed to know. I even hacked into the system to find out, it wasn't there…
I looked at another charm, it was one of my favorites, it was one from Bex, Macey, and Liz; they found out that I had this charm bracelet last semester and decided to get me a charm (Macey-approved, and since it was Macey-approved, of course…Macey was the one who paid for it…I doubted that Liz of Bex could've paid.). It was an emerald music note; a fancy quarter note to be exact. I loved that the girls would have gotten me this, it meant so much. I held up the bracelet to the window; looking at it in the moonlight, it practically glowed and shined. The charm…it was deep green…those deep green eyes….
My mind went back to Zach, I felt guilty I had to knock him (well…I didn't knock him out that badly, I mean I put the patch on his arm…not his head). I really didn't want to, I kind of wanted to talk to him some more….I winced as I laid back down, He was really strong, my shoulders hurt really bad, I hate to say it…but it was almost pure luck I was able to actually pin him down. And while I was talking to him…I FORGOT THE MISSION OBJECTIVE…even if it wasn't an assignment, I totally forgot that I was suppose to stop him…some how, I forgot, it was just like the elevator…I sighed, forcing myself to drift back to slumber land…and guess who invaded my dreams?
Time: 7:36 a.m.
Location: Dining Hall
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
I was seated in the dining hall; it was breakfast. I was eating some Belgium waffles that our chef cooked up, the room was loud; filled with talking, laughing, and occasionally a rumor (Tim "The Reporter" Williams). Even Jonas was having a heated debate with John about which new computer model was better (the EV2.6 vs. the PQ3.3) while Grant was having an arm wrestling match with Corey (Grant won), Grant and Jonas didn't seem to remember the event that happened last night and I didn't press it.
I definitely remembered though…I remembered the ESX119, I remembered the open door, I remembered my unconscious roommates…but none of that was on my mind, all I could think of was Cammie. As I whispered the name of the girl of my dreams (I mean that literally, do I even have to retell the unfortunate "kissing" incident last night?). The tall, wide doors of the dining hall opened, revealing 28 girls in navy blue uniforms…it was like moving lake, my eyes searched out the only girl I was interested in.
Some of the guys were selected as guides for a Gallagher girl; I was one of them. They told us that the Gallagher girls' CoveOps teacher; Ms. Jordon would assign who went with who. That's when I realized something…Ms. Jordon wasn't here, I looked at the teachers' table, I saw Mr. Watkins (Tech), Mr. Campbell (P&E), Mr. Nguyen (COW), Mr. Franklin (Research Track), Mr. Hendricks (Language) Madame Dabney (C&A), and Mr. Solomon (if you don't know what he teaches, then you really haven't been paying much attention). Dr. Steve was there too, but no Ms. Jordon.
"Zach," I turned around to see Logan (Great…NOT). I looked at him wryly, I really wasn't in the mood to talk to this asshole (wait, I take that back, calling him an asshole, would insult assholes everywhere!)
"What?" I asked, not really caring, just continuing to eat, I reached out for my orange juice.
"You're one of the tour guides right?" He asked,
"Yeah, why?" I shot back.
"Oh, just wondering if you get a hot girl, mind trading with me?" Logan said, I wasn't surprised that Logan would say that. I hated him.
"Well, what girl do you have in mind?" I asked, still not caring…until I heard what he said next.
"You know, that Chameleon-girl, Cammie Morgan," He answered, I almost choked on my juice. I opened my mouth to tell him the first thought that popped into my mind, (which was: "No way in hell! If you so much as talk to her, I'll beat the living shit outta you!"). But it wasn't my voice that make Logan back up a bit.
"Logan, sorry to say, but I will be the one who's going to pair you up," Ms. Jordon, who was currently behind me, from her voice you could completely tell that she wasn't sorry at all. Her smile was smug, her arms were crossed.
I looked at her, she wasn't dressed like the other teachers, she wasn't in a business suit or anything like that. She was in one of those dark boot-cut jeans, a white designer tank top, with a long black cardigan that reached about 5 inches below the tank top; the sleeves rolled up above her elbows. She was in black wedges (and yeah, I know about designer stuff, I remembered from my mom's magazines she also wanted me to be "fashionable" too, she was a fashionista).
I saw Logan start walking away, some of the guys were snickering; Ms. Jordon looked at them when they did, they went pale and stopped. I wanted to laugh at them. Ms. Jordon turned to me.
"Here's who you're guiding, she's a fast learner so you don't have to point out details her, Mask." Ms Jordon handed me a neatly folded piece of Evapopaper. I wasn't really surprised she knew my codename, she's a teacher. I nodded and she moved onto Grant and Jonas. I opened up the paper and smirked…
"Cameron 'The Chameleon' Morgan" and below it was her schedule,
"Period 1: Covert Operations - J. Solomon/ D. Jordon
Period 2: Protection and Enforcement - T. Campbell
Period 3: Countries of the World - D. Nguyen
Lunch Break
Period 4: Culture and Assimilation - M. Dabney
Period 5: Cryptography and Code Encryption - S. Watkins
Period 6: World Language - P. Hendricks
Period 7: Advance Organic Chemistry - R. Gomez
Dinner"
I was smirking more than ever, HA! Logan's not getting anywhere near Cammie if I had a say in it; we had the exact same schedule. I looked back at the door, the girls had all dispersed and started flirting with some guys, some were getting food. My eyes had finally found Cammie; her hair was clipped up and some strands of it framed her face like a master piece, she had on light make-up (which I like, I don't think a girl that overdid her make-up were pretty…Example: Chantel), and she was beautiful like usual. Cammie was walking towards her roommates with a plate full of gourmet waffles. That's when I decided I wanted to cut in.
I walked right up to her, blocking her path to her friends. My hands we in my pockets as I stood in front of a surprised Cammie. She seemed kind of annoyed.
"Mind moving?" Cammie asked, I smirked at her. I faked a look of hurt,
"Is that any way of treating your tour guide to this school, Gallagher Girl?" I asked, her gorgeous blue eyes grew wide for a second, but went back to normal. Cammie seemed more annoyed now; not liking that I called her "Gallagher Girl" I smirked, I thought she looked cute when she was annoyed (she looked cute when she's surprised or confused too, but when she's mad, she's just plain hot).
"It's Cammie…So you're my guide, I'll see you around then," She stated and tried to side step me but I blocked her path again, I leaned my head down to her ear; like she had done to me last night.
"You definitely will, Gallagher Girl, I'll make sure of it," I whispered, I heard her heart rate speed up a bit, I smiled confidently, I loved what kind of effect I had on her. I walked away, and she walked to her friends. I caught scraps of their conversation.
"Oh. My. God. What was that about?!" said Liz (the one Jonas is crushing on).
"Cammie, you better spill, or I swear to god, that I will beat you to a bloody pulp!" said Bex; her British accent slipping out (the one Grant won't shut up about).
"So Cam…looks like your boy problems aren't over just yet," said Macey in a bored tone, (the senator's daughter and the one the whole 7th and 8th grade is practically in love with). I didn't hear the rest of their conversation; an excited Grant was running my way, with a happy Jonas.
"I got Bex!," He said, he was practically jumping up and down. I smirked, I knew that Grant would get Bex…which could only mean Jonas was with…
"And I get to show Liz around," said an enthusiastic Jonas. Yup, I was right, like always. I thought. The three of us turned and looked at the four roommates/best friends sitting at the table. Cammie's head shot up and noticed that I was looking at her, I smirked and gave her wink; she looked surprised and blushed a light pink, and finally looked away. I saw that Grant and Bex were checking each other out (not a real surprise there) and I saw Jonas and Liz turn pink (it looked like they were having a contest of who could blush more.) Macey was inspecting her nails.
"Breakfast is now over, everyone head to their first class," Dr. Steve announced from his podium, everyone started getting up to put their plates away. That's when I noticed Ms. Jordon stand up from her seat between Mr. Franklin and Mr. Solomon, she started walking towards the stand; her black cardigan almost looked like a small cape, flying free as she walked. I could hear the clacking of her wedges against the hard tiled floor.
"Everyone, listen up!" She started, her voice pierced the talking and flirting. "The CoveOps class with Mr. Solomon and the Research class with Mr. Franklin will be cancelled for the morning," she announced, I looked at Mr. Solomon and Mr. Franklin; they seemed to understand. "Therefore, those of you who have CoveOps or Research after this, report to your second period," Ms. Jordon finished. I smirked, P&E here we come. I looked back at Cammie, she was smiling, Just when I think she can't get anymore prettier…I thought. I smirked and walked to the door, I felt a pair of eyes on me as I walked out of the room…I couldn't help but hope that it was those pair of sapphire eyes…
Time: 9:21a.m.
Location: Gym B3, North Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
We had made it to the gym 3 minutes and 46 seconds early…yes, I said we. I walked with Bex and her guide; Grant (I know that my boy-interpreting skills are a little rusty but even I could tell that there was some SERIOUS flirting going on) the girl in me was happy for Bex, the spy in me wanted her to be cautious…and the friend in me…wanted to make sure everything was right so Bex didn't end up with a broken heart…like me. Oh, so you're wondering who my guide is? It was the famous, Zach Goode…yeah…
"So you girls ready for some sparring? And that includes you too, Grant," Zach said; dodging a punch to the head, I couldn't help it, I laughed, Bex was cracking up beside me. I saw that Zach was smiling at me, and it made me a little self-conscious (I mean, I probably looked terrible! My hair was a mess, and I was in a tank top with sport shorts on), it made my heart beat twice as faster too (having a strange urge to go get one of Macey's many, expensive, and only-legal-in-Europe make-up products)…I was getting worked up before the class even started!
I won't let another boy in, I chanted in my head. I won't let another boy in, I won't let an--luckily, Mr. Campbell walked into the room; interrupting my internally babbling. He told us to each line up on opposite walls, Grant and Zach went the blue-padded wall while Bex and I were facing them on the other side of the room. I finally let myself observe the room; taking mental notes and mental pictures with my photographic memory (Liz would've been proud).
The floor of the gym was completely padded, with the four walls padded too…if you had put all of us in white straight-jackets you would have thought this was a room of an asylum! There weren't any windows on the walls, there was one on the ceiling though! I looked over at our teacher, he was in the middle of the room. Mr. Campbell looked like he was in his mid-30's, he had light brown hair; the color of wheat. He had hazel eyes that couldn't decide if they wanted to be green or brown and a small scar set on him left temple. Mr. Campbell was standing firm like a rock, his arms crossed over his hard-looking chest.
"Class! Today we will be doing Observational Sparring, now who can tell me what that is?" His voice was deep and dark as he spoke to us (the class). I saw a boy with slightly curly, Champagne-colored hair and a pair of blue-green eyes raise his hand.
"Yes, Logan?" Mr. Campbell said.
"Sparring that has a one-on-one match with an audience or class observing the types of moves and maneuvers used during the fight." the boy named, Logan answered. We did these at Gallagher too, so I already knew what to do.
"Correct. Now I will pair you up with your opponent," He said, walking around the room. Mr. Campbell picked up a clipboard and started naming who was with who.
"Baxter and Newman," he said after a bit, I saw Bex grinning mischievously, I felt sorry for Grant; he was going to have to put up with the wrath of Rebecca Baxter (a girl doesn't spar with her best friend since 7th grade and not no how strong she is!). I waited a little more,
"Goode and McCrary," I felt a tinge of disappointment…why? I shot the thought out of my head, I felt eyes boring holes in the side of my head, I looked up. I saw Zach looking at me, disappointment was in his hypnotic, emerald-green eyes…with some effort (A LOT of effort) I severed my eyes from his. That's when I heard my name.
"Morgan and Hawkson," Mr. Campbell announced at last. I looked around, seeking whoever Hawkson was. I saw the boy with Champagne-colored hair smiling at me, looks like my partner's Logan, I thought. I nodded at him; acknowledging that he was my opponent…
Why did I feel uneasy about it? I didn't know…until I saw Logan giving me a once-over (except he sure took his sweet time doing it!), on his face was a lascivious grin, I saw his eyes hesitate at my legs (I was in shorts, remember?), hips, and chest, PERVERT! I glared at him with revulsion…I was kind of glad that he was my opponent now, I COULD BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUTTA HIM!
I felt another pair of eyes now, they weren't just boring now, they were burning holes in the side of my head. I could feel the heat from it start to give me a headache, I turned and looked. I saw an angry looking Zach, he turned his gaze away from me and started staring daggers at Logan; hostility heating his forest-colored eyes. Logan cringed a bit, but held his ground under Zach's piercing eyes.
Why's Zach angry? He wasn't the one getting perversely checked out (which I'm not sure if he likes or not…I haven't known him for long). I don't know why…but I felt…happy?…that Zach was angry for Logan looking at me in an inappropriate way (to be completely honest, saying it was inappropriate would be a HUGE understatement…like saying Liz was just smart or Macey was just pretty or Bex was just tough!)…I didn't even see why that Logan guy had to go there anyways…'cause there really isn't much to stare at….All this was racing through my head like a NASCAR speed park while I didn't even notice the fight going on in front of me. It was, how Mr. Campbell said, "Baxter vs. Newman" and Baxter was definitely winning…OUCH!…that's gonna leave a mark…poor guy…
Time: 9: 42a.m.
Location: Gym B3, North Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
I was watching the next fight unfold before me, it was Corey and Rich, after Rich's successful Grilantos Maneuver, Corey's left arm was paralyzed for 6.7 seconds, giving Rich the advantage. I didn't watch for any details, all I was thinking about was Cammie (not a real shocker by now)…and how many ways I could slowly and painfully kill Logan (so far I've come up with 23 methods, my favorite involved Grant's dirty sock, a Sharpie pen, and a piece of Evapopaper. But then again there was one that involved a piece of 5gum and a shoelace, and that one could've been done pretty well too).
Oh, you guys are wondering about Grant's fight (with Rebecca Baxter)? Well, he lost the fight…but he was lucky he didn't lose his arm during that match! During that fight, Logan was checking Cammie out, and his weasel-like eyes just so happened to look at parts of her that NO man should try to look at! (well…maybe me someday, BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!). Just thinking about that made me start to finger the piece of peppermint gum in my pocket.
By the time it was my turn to fight, I was so angry that I could've whipped Superman and made him crawl under a rock. I felt a little guilty about it afterwards though, I didn't mean to hit Rob that hard…I was pissed…luckily, there was a specially trained doctor in our nurses' office…I hope they can fix his legs…and arms…and ear…I sighed. Everyone was looking at me; wide-eyed, even Mr. Campbell. I looked over at Cammie, fearing that she would look disappointed or scared…what I saw in her gorgeous gem eyes was…respect. She honestly looked impressed, I felt relief hit me like a tidal wave.
"Well…after that, uh, impressive, display of extreme martial arts, time for our last match," Mr. Campbell stuttered a bit at first…come'on…I didn't hurt him that bad…he'd live…maybe…
"Morgan vs. Hawkson," This definitely got my attention, (besides, I didn't want to think of what might happen to Rob) I watched as Cammie and Logan walked to the middle of the room.
"I'll go easy on you, I don't wanna mess up that pretty face and body of yours, especially if I'll be using it," Logan winked at Cammie, my hand clenched into a fist, something that was going to end up in that rat-like face of his if he didn't shut the fuck up! Cammie looked annoyed and angry and most of all dangerous (how she manages to look scary and hot is something I probably will never know…not that I'm complaining about her being hot).
"Who said it was me that was going to have a messed up face?" She hissed, "But the again, you're face is already messed, I couldn't do anymore damage even if I tried," Cammie insulted, her voice was filled to the top with venom, Logan frowned, but then smiled, that perverted smile, they were starting to circle each other. Logan threw the first punch.
"Hm, you're feisty, I like it, it's real sexy," Logan was able to pin Cammie down, "you may not know this, but that is a major turn on for me," he said his voiced was filled over the top too, only instead of venom, it was flirtation. My muscles were tense, my teeth were grinding, and my hands were clenched so tight, my knuckles were turning white.
Cammie flipped Logan over head, Logan was close enough for Cammie to do a kicking technique called "The Knee" (only works if the opponent is close) which is exactly what it sounds like. Logan backs up, dodging it; I saw a smug smile come across Cammie's face and she uses the power of the kick; turning on her heel, performing a very painful looking roundhouse kick to Logan. He flies across the room.
"Is that a 'turn-on'?" She mocks, I smirked at this, Cammie's way too tough for Logan. I see Logan get up and starts charging at Cammie, he was getting ready to do the Adenskley Maneuver when Cammie does a side step and elbows him in the stomach (not a martial arts move, but it worked). Cammie is now pinning Logan down, my hands unclenched…but turned back into a fist, that was dying to punch someone (particularly Logan) in the face, when I heard what he said,
"Wow, I didn't know it was possible to be scared and attracted to someone at the same time, before," Cammie narrowed her eyes and got of Logan as fast as she could, when Mr. Campbell announced she won. I saw her walk back to Bex; who was smiling.
"That was bloody brilliant, Cam!" She compliments and hugs Cammie (wish I could do that…). I walked up to the girls, Grant eagerly followed (he was holding an icepack to his arm).
I wanted to tell her that she was great out there, that she kicked some serious ass, that she's one of the best spies-in-training I've ever seen…but all that came out was…
"Not bad, Gallagher Girl," …as you guys can clearly see, I'm not the best at expressing my emotions…Cammie eyed me a little, but smiled.
"Thanks, you weren't so bad yourself," Cammie said; judging from her smile…she understood what I wanted to say (which a first for anyone). Bex was looking between us and smiling a knowing smile and Grant…well, he was looking between us and looked confused (which is NOT a first).
"Alright students, get changed and head to your 3rd period!" Mr. Campbell instructed, the girls headed towards the new locker room that was built and we headed to the guys' locker room. I opened the door to the room and saw that the rest of my class was already there.
"Hey Logan, so Cammie's next?" asked Mitchell Black.
"Of course, I mean, she's the hottest one out of them, well, maybe that Macey McHenry but she's behind in her classes, so I can't get to her that easily," Logan replied. Over my dead body, you son of a--my thought was cut off by a knock on the door. We all looked at each other…none of us were missing (besides Rob) so who would need to come in here? I pulled on my uniform jacket and opened the steel door…there stood Mr. Solomon…
"Hello, Mr. Goode," Mr. Solomon strolls in, holding a black bag over his shoulder. All the guys stare at him, the question: why's he here? was practically screaming through the steamy air of the locker room.
"Here," Mr. Solomon tosses the bag in the middle of the room, the bag plops onto the cream-colored tiled floor (that looked like a bathroom floor), "You'll all be needing this for about two weeks, good luck," He says casually, and leaves. No one moved, the guys were looking at the bag as if it would explode if they touched it (which really isn't that far-fetched if it was coming from Solomon). I stepped up to the bag and opened it…You sure are unpredictable, Solomon, I thought as I looked into the bag.
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