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Chapter 18: A Garden, Goodnights, and Chalk
Time: 10:39 p.m.
Location: Room 108, West Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
It was around 10:40 and I had just finished some World Language extra credit, I was lying back on my bed while Grant was talking non-stop about his "British Bombshell" (aka Bex). I thought back to my name for Cammie; Gallagher Girl…I wonder what Jonas called Liz. Speaking of Jonas, I looked over at him, he was working hard on some new Sapphire Series Code, there was no doubt in my mind that he hacked into NSA…again.
Classes went by smoothly today, after CoveOps, Cammie had started acting as if nothing happened, I was kind of glad; it avoided a lot of awkward situations…but I was hoping that we'd act more…together-ish? (Oh god, Mario's rubbing off on me!). I looked at the digital clock (which came with a built in lie-detector and laser), the red lights of the "10:46" stuck out from the black metal background. I looked down at my clothes; I still had on the uniform, except my midnight-black tie was loosened, the first three buttons on my white dress shirt were unfastened, and my sleeves were rolled up to my elbows. I jumped up from my comfortable position.
"Hey, guys, I'll be back in a while," I said, grabbing my dark moss-colored school jacket and pulling it on. I heard their faint acknowledgments as I walked out of the Sapelli-wood door. I didn't know exactly where I was going, but something told me to just walk around, it was the gut feeling again…it wasn't the spy in me though, it was the guy. The spy in me hasn't been making his appearance that often anymore, it was mostly the guy.
I was walking around, aimlessly, I took in my surroundings. The hall I was in, was covered with shadows, the only light was coming from the glass windows that lined up on my left; streaming in white moonlight. The air was cool, the complete opposite when class was in session, I looked around the hallways of my home; smelling…flowers?…I finally looked closer and found that my feet had carried me to the South Indoor Garden, I smiled the smile I always had when I was alone…when I still had my parents… an icy cold feeling had settled in my chest; stinging from the memory of my parents…
I walked further, waiting for that fancy greenhouse door to appear to my right. I turned to the right as I walked down the dark hall, I knew that the garden would be filled with moonlight…it had a dome-like, glass ceiling (bullet-proof, laser-proof, and nuclear-bomb-proof…). I gazed at the upcoming door, I stopped suddenly…it was opened, (well…semi-opened). I heard something; talking and…something else…I waved the fact away and started silently advancing to the door; getting ready to face the intruder (that's interested in gardening?).
When I came within 3 meters of the door, I heard a voice, I expected it to be demanding and ruthless; giving out orders to steal something…but…this voice was soft…and singing. I finally recognized the other noise that was mixed in with the voice (which was familiar)…it was a guitar. I straightened from my Proadsky Position and just walked up to the glass door, looking in (but covertly, why? "Spy"). I could make out two figures--both female--sitting on the stone bench nearest to the exit (which is across the whole room…about ¾ of a football field).
I couldn't see their faces, the luminous moon was hiding behind a dark cloud like I was hiding behind a wall to try and conceal myself. They were facing each other, the one with long, wavy hair with a trench coat on was holding an acoustic guitar and the other one had long, straight hair was the one singing…right when the moon came out of it's cover, the faces of the "intruders" were revealed…Ms. Jordon was playing the guitar with Cameron Ann Morgan singing to it…
Both of the girls' backs were to me, as I listened to Cammie's voice…she was singing "Breathe" by Taylor Swift ft. Colbie Caillat. (Ms. Jordon was singing Colbie Caillat's part)
I see your face in my mind as I drive away,
Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way.
People are people,
And sometimes we change our minds.
But it's killing me to see you go after all this time…
Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie,
It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see.
Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down,
Now I don't know what to be without you around.
And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
And I can't,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.
Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt.
Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve.
But people are people,
And sometimes it doesn't work out,
Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out….
It's two a.m.
Feelin' like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know it's not easy,
Easy for me.
It's two a.m.
Feelin' like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know this ain't easy,
Easy for me.
And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me…
Sorry…
I almost applauded…it was that good, I looked at Cammie in the moonlight (well…her back). Her hair practically glowed in the light (same with Ms. Jordon, but I didn't really pay attention), but I also saw (from her back) that she was sad. I saw Dana pull the black guitar strap over her head and hand it over to Cammie, I heard Dana whisper something to her; making her nod. That's when Cammie started playing the guitar (with Mr. Jordon guiding her through it) she started singing too…just without our teacher…
Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again…
They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will…
And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music, fell the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Though the breezes through trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now…
I was completely engrossed in her performance and her voice, that I jumped a little when I heard another, abrupt voice, Ms. Jordon,
"Great job, Cam," I could tell she was smiling even if her back was to me. She took the guitar from Cammie's arms and placed it in a black padded case. Cammie turned, and I could see her gorgeous face; she was smiling, I could feel the bitter and chilling feeling that I felt in my chest melt completely as I looked at her. I saw Ms. Jordon stand up from the stone bench and start for the exit, she stopped and turned to the girl still sitting down; looking up at the sky--gazing at the stars.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, sweet dreams, Cam. And get some sleep" Ms. Jordon's smooth voice called back to Cammie, who nodded and said, "Goodnight," I saw as she turned back around, her eyes locked with mine, and I saw her hand (the one that wasn't clutching the case,) move (VERY fast)…sign language, That goes for you too, she motioned and left. I looked at the closed door in amazement, she'd known I was there the whole time?…Dana Amelia Jordon has officially joined my list for Best Agents, I've Ever Seen.
I looked back at Cammie, she was lying back in the grass, still looking above at the shining diamonds in the sky…almost as bright as her jeweled-colored eyes, almost. She was out of her uniform and was wearing comfortable-looking, light wash jeans, a white zip-up sweatshirt, and a black V-neck cami under it. I started to walk up to her, once I was a good yard from her I feel legs sweeping under mine, a moment after that I feel someone pin me down as they were in a wrestling match.
"Zach? What are you doing here? And at 11:24?" Cammie questioned me, I smirked.
"I could ask you that same thing, Gallagher Girl," I retorted, she went silent, but got off of me. I sat up and leaned on my elbows and was surprised when Cammie sat down to my left.
"Oh and by the way, nice singing," I said, I wasn't sure if it sounded sarcastic, but I prayed that it wasn't. Judging from her reaction, it wasn't sarcastic at all (Thank the lord). She looked at me and her eyes lit up, a half-smile crept onto her face; making her look really hot…and dangerous,
"Thanks…but really Zach? Why are you here?" She asked again, she sure is persistent. I stared at her mesmerizing blue eyes, emerald meeting sapphire. Cammie tilted her head, and crossed her thin arms across her chest, giving me the "answer-me-or-I'm-going-to-hurt-you" look. I laughed and remembered something from her file that I memorized,
"I just came for a walk, why are you here, Gallagher Girl? Wanting to see is there's any secret passageways at Blackthorne?" I asked and felt my smirk widen as her, already large eyes, widened too.
"How did you know?" She asked cautiously…obviously suspicious, her complete file came back in my mind like I was actually holding it in my hands,
"What's wrong, Gallagher Girl? Non-existent cat, Suzie's got your tongue?" I teased her about my favorite detail, she narrowed her eyes.
"How'd you know about Suzie? And the passageways?" Cammie asked, I simply pointed at myself and said the obvious,
"Spy," Cammie's once serene face showed exasperation, I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed, falling on her back into the grass that would've made any father proud to have, next to me. A memory struck me like a lightning bolt; Dad…
"It's alright to let it out sometimes, you know," a soft voice said, I turned to my head to see Cammie sliding closer me. She seemed to understand what I was thinking…damn it, am I becoming that readable…I took the thought back when I remembered that Cammie was good spy and she lost her dad too.
"Spies don't let anything out," I said bitterly, I didn't mean to rude…but it was true, I turned so I was lying on my side; looking at Cammie (who was still on her back). Cammie didn't seem to cringe or be offended, but she didn't drop the subject.
"That's true, I'm not going to lie," her eyes were piercing mine now, like blue fire, she continued, "But, we're still human, and we need to let it out sometimes…" she trailed off and turned her gaze back to the stars.
"Letting it out could get you killed, like the person that's the reason of you having problems in the first place," I said bluntly, I looked at Cammie again, she looked back at me, understanding shined bright in her eyes.
"That's what I thought, but someone told me something to make me realize," Cammie's eyes were sad now, I felt pain pulse through me, "that if that person…or people," she emphasized and her gaze never left mine, "are looking at you now, don't you think they would be upset and guilty that you're hurting and bottling it up? And that they think it was their fault? Don't you want them to be happy when they're looking down at you and not guilty?" She questioned. I felt completely numb as she asked my questions I hadn't even considered asking myself…
"Plus, you could worry the people around you, too. I can tell Grant and Jonas are worried about you…" she trailed off again…"and me too," Cammie looked back at me, her eyes held mine; refusing to let me look away.
"I didn't think of that," was my brilliant answer (I just basically drowned the word "brilliant" in sarcasm). She smiled at me…washing away the pain…as if it was never there.
"I didn't either, I had someone tell me," she explained. I looked at her expectantly, she just simply shrugged, I smirked, "Come'on, Gallagher Girl, who was it?" I persuaded, but I immediately became somber again.
"My parents…why haven't you asked how they…?" I trailed off…not wanting to say the word "dead" she understood immediately.
"Because I knew it would hurt, and I knew it wouldn't be a good time during class," she told me softly. I nodded, but felt as persistent as she was.
"I'll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours," I bargained, I knew this would mean reopening old wounds, but like she said…it was necessary. Cammie nodded and started telling me her story, her father had gone MIA around the same time mine went missing too, her dad never came back…not even a lifeless body. I told her about my parents too, I felt my voice choke back a sob as I said the word "gone". I expected the wave of anger or despair that usually followed this story to come…but instead I felt thin, long arms wrap around my neck. I looked down to see a sad, understanding, and beautiful girl attached to me.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled into my shirt,
"I'm sorry, too," she stiffened a bit, but still clung to me. I wrapped my arms around her small waist and enfolded her to me. Surprisingly, I felt completely comforted…no one's consoling had ever worked on me before…until now…
"Thanks…for listening," it felt weird to say…I never thanked anyone for wanting to hear the story…I felt Cammie giggle against my chest, she pulled away and looked me in the eyes and tapped my forehead with the back of her long, thin, and manicured finger.
"You have pretty bad memory for a spy, Blackthorne Boy," she laughed some more, I looked at her, what the hell are you talking about? was basically tattooed to my forehead as I looked at her. Cammie caught on.
"Do the words: 'You're not alone, I'll be here, promise,' ring a bell?" I was shocked, as she hugged me again,
"And if you should know one thing about me, it would be that I always keep my promises," Cammie said in a matter-of-fact tone, I laughed and looked back at her with my smile.
"You're really something, aren't you, Gallagher Girl?" I asked, she back up from me and put her hands on her hips like Ms. Jordon usually did.
"For you sake, Blackthorne Boy, I'll take that as a compliment," I laughed and felt my arms snake back around her tiny waist. I felt her arms wound back around my neck, we just stood there for a few minutes; enjoying each other's company. I felt Cammie pull away a bit, I tightened my hold; not wanting her to go.
"Zach, we'll get in trouble if we're out here any longer," Cammie chided as she tried to release herself from my grip. I laughed too, but held her close.
"Aw, but what about your promise to me, Gallagher Girl?" I joked, she laughed
"I think being caught past curfew is an exception," I looked back and saw Cammie, that's when I knew for a fact that I was in love, so deep in love that I really didn't care about anything else…just wanting to be with her.
I took in how gorgeous she was (again), her soft, smooth, porcelain skin was practically glowing. Her silk-like golden hair falling down her back and framing her perfect face, her supermodel sapphire eyes and figure, and her pink, glossy, full lips that curved into a smile that only an angel could have.
I thought about her personality now, how she could make anyone feel better, how she was so kind and caring (like exactly 8 minutes and 33 seconds ago), but can turn from being that warm and innocent to a cold, dangerous enemy (like how the way she kick Logan's ass around in the gym). She's definitely a great spy. Cammie was funny and at sometimes a bit shy (I figured that out during class) and was completely independent (something I just so happen to like, like Ne-yo), she was really generous too (when she loaned her jacket to that freezing, ungrateful bitch…Chantel wouldn't have to take Cammie's jacket if she wore some more clothes, damn slut). During all this, I realized Cammie slipped out of my arms and started heading to the exit
"Goodnight Blackthorne Boy," She said, as I saw her white Nikes lightly pat down on the pewter stoned garden path. I looked at her retreating back, her hair looked darker compared to the marshmallow-white of her sweatshirt. Her thick, flowing hair covered most of the black lettering that was proudly embroidered into the cotton material…"Morgan"
"'Night, Gallagher Girl," I whispered, if it weren't for the quiet stillness of the garden, I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't have heard, or at least civilians wouldn't have heard…but we're spies…
We hear everything…whether we want to hear it or not.
Time: 11:41p.m.
Location: Room 1725, Professors' Dormitory
P.O.V: Joseph Solomon
I was lying in my king-size bed that was covered in dark purple sheets as I pondered about the next CoveOps lesson….I thought back to some of the students, and how some people think that spy work is all about the gadgets and weapons that they see from James Bonds movies and karate of kung fu moves that they learn from Jackie Chan movies. I looked at my gold, Rolex watch that Chris had gotten me, the slender metal hands of the small clock read, 12:03a.m. I looked up at the smooth, white ceiling of my room, contemplating on what to do….
I heard someone knock on my door, it was one quick smack to the door followed by two soft knocks and a loud tap with the back of an index finger on their right hand (how I knew that? Hey--if you've been a CIA agent for 18 years you wouldn't be asking…I've been there, done that…Three words: Arabian, Ring, Salesman). I was ready to opened the door and knock the "visitor" unconscious, but I remembered that knock. Only one name popped up in mind: Dana.
I smiled, originally Chris, Michael, and I had created that password in the 5th grade…we used it for when it was a private meeting in one of our rooms. Dana had eventually thought something was up and started tailing us, and found out about the password (actually, she figured out we had some kind of code and locked Michael up and tortured him until he gave…Chris and I didn't expect he'd cave until Dana explained his only weakness: a date with Sarah Anderson…he always was a bit…let's say, girl-fanatic).
I got up from my position and walked towards the door, passed the clean bathroom, left of the small, wooden kitchen, and into the white-walled living room. I opened the dark, mahogany revealing a young women in a dark trench coat.
"Hello, Dana, what can I do for you?" I could feel a slight suggestive tone slip into my words as they reached her. She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me put her hands on her hips (again).
"Huh, Michael really rubbed off on you back then, didn't he?" she stated, and I heard her soft laugh escape her full lips. I smiled, Dana could always get someone to talk about the past…the past was a big time for Dana, but she never clung to it…at least not for that long…
"Well is that really a bad thing? I mean, he always did say that he was 'Goode'" I said, using the same cocky, arrogant, and conceited tone Michael always used when he talked about himself…scratch that, he ALWAYS used. Dana's beautiful face broke into a broad smile, showing her pearl-white teeth.
"Yes, he was good, but I prefer you just the way you are," she shrugged and continued grinning her care-free smile. I felt that same, familiar pang whenever talking to Dana, and beamed at her. Then I saw some a scrap of realization glow in her honey eyes, the usually glint of mischief entered shortly.
"Oh, Joey? Have you made your mind up for tomorrow's agenda?" she asked, using the nickname…she had an idea for the agenda, it didn't take a professionally trained CIA agent with an IQ as great as Einstein's to figure that out.
"I was just thinking about it, why? What do you have? And again with the 'Joey'?" I asked
"Alright, 1. I have an idea, obviously. 2. I always have something, you should know that. 3. And that's you're name isn't it?" She ticked the answers off her slim fingers, one after the other. I nodded and told her we'd talk about the agenda tomorrow morning. I already said I liked her nickname for me, but I felt like playing the game a bit longer.
"Is it so hard to call me Joe?" I asked, I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I said it. Dana's sly and dangerous grin came out again.
"It's either Joey or Joan, take your pick." she told me, an amused tone took up her melodious voice, but her candy eyes were serious about my nickname. I played along and sighed.
"Yeah, I thought so," was her response. I laughed and I expected her cheerful laughter to echo in the dimly lit hallways, but instead I saw her yawn and her tanned hand wiped away her sleepy, watering eyes; looking completely adorable while doing so, almost like a fragile kitten (but of course if I ever told her that, she'd claw my eyes out…or get a cat to claw my eyes just for the irony). I was smiling as she was doing so, I've been doing that a lot recently.
"Well, I'm get back to my room, I'll see you tomorrow," she stretched out and started to walk down the hall, but stopped, mid-stride and in a blink of an eye (probably less, though) she flicked something my way…a silver coin. Because of my reflexes I caught it in my right hand.
"We'll be needing that for tomorrow, G'night!" I looked and saw that she was already turning the corner, I scoffed a little, her speed was one of the reasons for her codename, she was sharp and quick. I remembered that when she was first deciding between M16 and the CIA her codename used to be, "Dancer" she loved music and dancing and was a complete professional at it too. I would bet that if she wasn't in the career of a spy that she would be one of the world's best performers and her gorgeous face would be posted on every magazine in the U.S. (maybe even in other countries…she can speak 26 different languages, excluding Pig Latin).
I looked down at my hand, there was a small pink circle in the middle of my palm (she didn't need to throw that hard…) it was the size of the quarter that she threw at me. I looked at the quarter, inspecting it, thinking it was one of the new modified cameras/fingerprint scanners that the NSA had just made…but it was just a regular, normal quarter…but even when I first came to Blackthorne, I knew that nothing in my life--or any other Blackthorne Boy or Gallagher Girl's life--is just plain normal.
And because it came from an agent, I knew there was going to be twist in whatever it was that was being planned…and since it was from Dana A. Jordon; the women that was basically a danger magnet, I knew this twist was going to be even more complicated than a game of Twister with a gymnast.
I sighed and walked back into my suite, clutching the quarter as I jumped into my bed. My sleepy eyes wandered to the black alarm on my wooden nightstand…12:48 a.m. I took off the Rolex and set it next to the quarter on the smooth surface of the oak. I shut my eyes and pulled the thick blanket up to my chest…somewhere around the time I was about to doze-off I figured out what Dana had planned tomorrow…She wants the class to…
Time: 8:29a.m.
Location: Sublevel One Elevator 3
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
I was standing with Grant, Bex, and Cammie in the elevator. I looked at Gallagher Girl, she was standing tall and holding her royal blue notebook to her side, her hair was pouring down her back and bangs swept away; a picture perfect model for an honor student. I looked at Bex and Grant as they flirted, I heard a familiar "British Bombshell" and a smirk pulled at my lips. Bex flips her dark, exotic hair over her shoulder and I see Cammie's glossy, pink lips gape a bit but quickly turns into an amused smile.
The steel doors opened and absorbed back into the hard, firm walls, I stepped out first, Cammie behind me…Grant and Bex took their time. I couldn't help but give her some side glances as we made our way down the hall…she was way too beautiful for her own good, I concealed almost all of them but I think she had caught some of the looks that slipped out of my mask. I looked inside of the classroom, Tim, Mario, Corey, Rich, and John was already there (I was even more glad than usual that I didn't have Logan in this period) I set my things down on my cold desk, Cammie right next to me with Bex in front of her and Grant in front of me.
The bell rang as Grant had sat down, I gazed up to the front of the room; checking if the chalkboard had any notes or info we needed to write down…nothing, blank. I stared the board intently as the class started talking again (they always do when Solomon's late)…something was different. I checked the corners, color, and position of the board; everything's the same. I looked at the snow-white pieces of chalk that were settled on the metal railing at the bottom of the dark green board, my eyes zeroed in on the piece of chalk that was on the far right and was approximately 2 and a half inches long in length and half an inch in width.
I also noted that it was a bit longer than the rest of the chalk and that the color wasn't snow white, it was more like…beige, cream, or a really light tan…the texture was different too. Instead of the flaky, powdery surface, it was smooth and that's another thing; on the railing was the white dust that was left from the used chalk…the area around the supposed chalk was clean. That's not chalk. I looked sideways at Grant and the girls, seeing if they noticed that something was wrong. Grant and Bex didn't even notice my glance, but Cammie caught it right away, returning that she noticed something was up with a small incline of her head, almost imperceptive.
I walked up to the board, Cammie was at my side and she reached the cream colored chalk, the circular side of the thin cylinder was snow-white the exact same shade of the other pieces of chalk. Cammie started peeling the tanned paper off of it (I guess that's one advantage of having long nails…) it was like peeling the paper labeling of a Crayola crayon, except it didn't rip. Once the paper was off, Cammie set the chalk down and unrolled the beige piece of paper, by now most of the class was gathered around us. I looked at Cammie, she had a shocked and confused expression on, but quickly recovered. I slipped my hand into hers and plucked the paper away from her long fingers. What I saw made surprised me,
"Sophomore C.O. class
Move to front lawn, 8:45 a.m.
Do NOT be late! ~dAgG3r"
…Dagger?
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