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Chapter 19: Town Time, Acquainting, and A Cover Story
Time: 8:45 a.m.
Location: Front Lawn, Blackthorne Institute
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"Get in, now," Mr. Solomon said, practically demanded. My class instantly followed, filing into the dark van that had skidded in front of us (I'm serious, it left some skid marks). I was seated in the window seat with Cammie on my left. Bex and Grant were in the seats behind us. I sat down in the black leather seats and see Mr. Solomon materialize in front of us, like always, his strong arms were crossed over his chest.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Today your mission objective is to maintain your cover story while doing brush passes," Maintain our cover story? Don't we do that every time we leave the school? And brush passes? What is this? Elementary? I thought incredulously, I looked over at Cammie, a look of surprise was on her face.
"Mr. Takahashi, brush passes, define it," Mr. Solomon said,
"The act of covertly passing an object between two agents." John said, not missing a beat.
"Correct," I suppressed an eye roll, seriously, I could've done a smooth brush pass when I was three and a half. I think I could handle it now that I'm 16.
"The little things can get away from us ladies and gentlemen. The little things matter," he continued, "it's you and the street today. Today's test might be low tech, but this is trade craft at its most essential. Watch. Listen, remember to communicate. Observe."
"Any questions?" Mr. Solomon asked (he actually waited for questions this time). Corey's arm shot up from his side.
"Yes, Mr. Baker?"
"Uh…where's Ms. Jordon?" Corey asked while looking around the moving van, he seemed kind of embarrassed (please tell me that my classmates aren't falling in love with the pretty CoveOps teacher). I looked around with him, where was she, though? I felt a hand nudge my shoulder and a familiar voice,
"She's over there," Cammie said, pointing a slender finger out the window. I turned to the tinted window to see Ms. Jordon…on a motorcycle. She had on a black leather motorcycle jacket on, black skinny jeans, and a light purple tank top inside. Her motorcycle was a red Ducati with a matching helmet that covered her face, her wavy (it was a bit more curly today) waist-length hair was sticking out from the bottom of her helmet and was flowing in the wind.
"Pair off and good luck," Mr. Solomon said after a few minutes of silence, the van came to a halt and the side door opened, letting in the chilling breeze and the dim sunlight that floated around in the air. I look over my shoulder at Grant and I saw Cammie do the same with Bex…unfortunately I saw that Bex and Grant were ignoring us and looking at each other…I looked around the van, everyone was paired off already…meaning…
Time: 9:03 a.m.
Location: Outside of Arcadia Coffee House, Belfast
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"Wanna grab a bite to eat?" Cammie asked as we walked past the Arcadia Coffee House, I looked at her as we walked, she was in her uniform but still looked completely amazing. I was able to tear my gaze from her back to the coffeehouse.
"Not hungry, are you?" I said smoothly. I felt those familiar blue eyes look at me, she had a warm smile on her face that cut through the cold air and melted me right there and then.
"Nope, just wondering, so what do you want to do?" she asked, tilting her head up, soaking up the sunlight. I tried not to notice how she looked when the light hit her and focused back on the conversation (which…didn't really work).
"We could go to a movie," I suggested, that's when I realized that this is was (sort of) a date.
"Okay," she said simply. But I thought again, maybe she wanted to talk and we couldn't do that if we're stuck in a movie theatre, and what kind of date has no talking.
"Or I could show you around town," I said, WAIT, maybe she's sick of me showing her around places, after all I was her tour guide back at school.
"Okay," she said again, I could feel my heart rate pick up, beating hard in my jacket-covered chest.
"Or we could just…walk," I babbled…damn it, why do I have to be nervous, now.
"Okay," she said, again. Is she even listening to me? I thought, an idea formed in my head and I looked around and saw a clown performing for some kids exactly one decameter and two meters away.
"Or we could have that clown over there paint our faces and then go rob a bank," I said nonchalantly, waiting to see her response, instead of a plain "okay" I heard her laugh a bit.
"No way. I heard that last October they installed a Stockholm Series 360--it'd take us 45 minutes to crack it," she said. I smiled.
"Good to know," I laughed, she smiled and we continued walking, the crowds were starting to get bigger, I really didn't want to lose her…she's the Chameleon for a reason. I slipped my hand around hers and lead our way through the crowd. I may have looked cool and calm, but I was jumping up and down inside like a preschooler who just found out that they're having a huge birthday party…and REALLY hoping that my hands wouldn't start sweating into hers. While walking in the crowded sidewalk a couple of guys bumped into Cammie and I; brush passes.
I reached into my pocket, concealing a small, skin-colored comms unit, I knew Cammie had hers when she ran her hand through her silky bangs; fixing them, placing the comms in her ear. I waited 2 minutes and 46 seconds before pretending to scratch the side of my head and implanting the comms in my ear, like she did. I heard both of our teachers' voices, Mr. Solomon and Ms. Jordon's voices combined started questioning the class.
"Two men are playing chess in the southwest corner of the park. How many moves from checkmate is the man in the green cap, Ms. Baxter?" Solomon's voice quizzed.
"Six," Bex replied, not breaking her stride with Grant as they walked across the street. I realized that I hadn't let go of Cammie's hand yet when we were out of the crowd and were walking around in the park…I didn't really plan on letting go anytime soon, either.
"Do you like gardens that much Zach?" Cammie teased as we walked pass some high maintenance-looking rosebushes, she used the same tone I used when I teased her about loving Kristinia DeBarge. I smiled and used her own words against her.
"Well don't you?" I said, mimicking her. She laughed, letting go of my hand (which thankfully wasn't sweating) and walked up to the fountain, while I followed, she sat down on the ledge, so did I.
"Mr. Jacobson, a group of five girls each bought a drink from a vending machine outside of a Cold Stone Creamery, what did the girl with the white purse get?" Ms. Jordon's voice rang through each of the comms unit.
"A Mountain Dew," Cole answered.
"Diet or non-diet?" Ms. Jordon quizzed further.
"Diet."
"Correct, nicely done." she finished, you could practically hear the smile in her voice as she said that.
"Ms. Jordon's really good, same with Solomon," Cammie said, the obvious, I nodded, I didn't really want to talk about our teachers at the moment…but what did I want to talk about with her? After many questions and pop quizzes later, I heard Ms. Jordon's voice again, Cammie and I were sitting on the park bench by now.
"Okay, everyone! Listen up, because I won't be saying this again," her voice stopped our talking as if she was the puppet master and we were her marionettes and she just pulled the string connected to our mouths, close.
"Take off the comms and for the rest of the day, I'd like you all to have a good time," was her announcement, I smiled, I could spend the rest of the day with Cammie, I heard cheers of joy roaring through the comms that was stuck in my left ear…but the only ones that weren't cheering were Cammie and Bex (I knew, 'cause I didn't hear a British accent). I heard both Cammie's smooth voice and Bex's accent asked the same thing simultaneously.
"What's the catch?" as I heard my first, female, spy teacher speak her next surprising words, I could practically see a mischievous grin manifest itself on her face, her eyes holding onto a dangerous spark that could've started a forest fire.
"You all must take as many social opportunities as possible," was her answer and she quickly added an afterthought…but it sounded more like a warning or threat, "And remember, we'll be watching to see when or if you slip up," I heard the jolt of amusement in her voice, she was going to enjoy this. I heard the other voices of my brothers get cut off by static, it vibrated in my ear and then went to dead silence, the movement stopping and the sound of breathing coming to a sudden halt.
"So…what do you wanna do now?" I asked as I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it the way I liked it while taking the comms units out at the same time. About a second later the cool wind picked up a bit, I see Cammie get up from the bench, she was pulling out a loose bobby pin and readjusting it into her thick golden brown locks; taking out the comms units and making her gorgeous hair look like it came right out of an expensive shampoo commercial.
"I think--" Cammie's soft, pink lips opened for her answer when she turned back to me, but was interrupted by a voice I didn't think was as lovely as Cammie's, NOT. EVEN. CLOSE.
"What I want to do, rich boy, is to ask why the hell you're here," the voice sneered, it came from the entrance of the park, I turned my head casually to the black painted gates of the park, seeing four figures standing there as if they owned the park and we were trespassing (well…three of the figures, the fourth one was slouching a bit in fear). I stood up lazily, feeling my mask mold back onto my face and feeling myself slip into the shoes of the stereotype of a Blackthorne Boy that Belfast had imprinted on us. The Blackthorne Bad Boy. My hands were shoved down into my pants pockets, I was slouching a bit more, and made my voice even more sarcastic.
"Fine, then ask me," I said, my voice was begging for a challenge for him to throw the first punch. I saw some of the guys behind the person that talked cringe and inch a bit to the closed black gates, it was obvious from their eyes that they were intimidated and looking around for a way out. I saw that the fourth person standing there was a girl, she looked kind of scared and was moving closer to the guys. The tension was so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife (which might be included in a possible fight, I mean, bad boys fight dirty don't they?), but instead of a knife a sharp voice sliced the heavy tension and bone chilling air, it worked just as good,
"Hi there," Cammie said, walking back to my side. Her bright smile that could've powered an entire city for a month was glowing on her beautiful face, it was a little forced though. My eyes went back to the guys who's attention turned from trying to beat me to a pulp (like that would happen) to staring, gaping, and drooling over the supermodel-like girl who was standing next to me.
The girl was looking at Cammie with something like awe, respect, and a bit of envy flashed in her round eyes. Cammie seemed ignorant to their staring as her thin arm snaked around my more muscular one (which no doubt intimidate the guys). I felt my heart pick up speed like a sports car speeding in a 50 mph zone after that. I felt my breathing become irregular as Cammie fished my left hand out of the pocket of my pants and laced her cool, skinny fingers through them, feeling refreshing against my hot, calloused hands.
The jerk who spoke to me snapped out of his ogling and flashed a flirty smile at Cammie, completely ignoring me. I felt the tingling feeling Cammie was giving me snap into a fiery, twisting sensation that pulsed through my veins as I examined the way he was looking at her, it was just like the look Logan was giving her! I was feeling grateful that my cover was a bad boy now, if I killed this guy not many people would be surprised, I may have to get interrogated by the CIA but it would be worth it. My plotting thoughts were (unfortunately) cut short as the bastard made his way over to us.
"Hey, my name's Griffin, Griffin Hughes, and you are?" Griffin said (I hope he realized that he gave me more than enough information of himself so I can now hack into his files and most likely murder him for some P&E extra credit), extending his hand towards Cammie. I took in the details that Mr. Solomon told us to do since day one. Griffin was about as tall as me, a bit shorter. He wasn't as buff as me but was still pretty big. Griffin had light brown hair (that looked a bit like mine), the color of wheat with sandy brown eyes, he had pretty fair skin and was dressed in a dark red jacket with the Belfast Area High Lions symbol on his left breast. Cammie looked hesitantly at the hand before her and pulled away from my side and shook his hand.
"Cammie," she said shortly, not really wanting to talk to him. I looked and saw that the other two guys were approaching. I looked (or more like glared) at the next guy that offered his hand to Cammie.
"Nice to meet ya, I'm Seth Miller," He had a slight New York accent in his voice, he had long, straight ash blond hair falling into his hazel eyes. He was taller than Griffin but still shorter than me, he had a built body that reminded me a little of Grant. Seth was wearing a sweatshirt with the New York Rangers, red and blue colored him. Cammie's response to Seth as a quick nod. The next guy was up.
"Howdy, my name's Rudy Martin," he had an Oklahoma twang in his voice as he greeted Cammie, he didn't sound flirty, just friendly (which I was glad about). He was the shortest out of the three, his red hair short, bright, and curly as it sat on top of his head. Rudy had blue-gray eyes that reminded me of Logan's eyes. Randy's face was covered in freckles and he was wearing a yellow and navy blue sports jacket that was big on him, I could see his last name was on the back in white letters. He had a pretty goofy looking grin on his face that made it hard not to laugh, Cammie was biting back a smile as she nodded to him too. Seth started talking but Cammie interrupted.
"How about you, what's your name?" Cammie said loudly, the guys and I looked back at the gates to see who Cammie was warmly smiling at. It was the girl. She was standing at the gate and looking shocked that Cammie remembered her. The girl looked shyly down at her dirty blue and white sneakers. Her long, old bronze colored hair was sticking out from the bottom of her red cap that matched her red winter coat. She had round, circular glasses that covered blank, leafy colored eyes. On her pale nose had a few specks of freckles on it, most of her face was covered from her glasses, hat, and the red scarf that she buried her chin and mouth into. She was a little smaller than Cammie, it was a bit obvious she was intimidated by Cammie, she had on worn out jeans and I could see a white t-shirt right below where her jacket ended.
"I-I, uh, m-my name is, uh," she stuttered quietly, she was still staring down at her feet. I felt Cammie's presence leave my side as I saw Cammie's black jacket-clad back making her way to the shy girl standing at the iron gates that guided people into the park. Once Cammie was in front of the girl, I saw the girl's head snap up and her eyes held the deer-in-the-headlights look in them, behind the dark framed glasses. Even without looking I knew Cammie had that heart melting smile pulling away at her full lips because I saw that the girl relaxed a little but was still shocked. I saw a small smile appear on the girl's shy, intimidated-looking face.
"My name's Karen….Karen O'Donnell," she mumbled, seeming a bit hesitant as she looked at the beautiful Cammie.
"Nice to meet you," I heard Cammie say in a cheerfully warm voice, I smirked as I saw Karen blink her eyes and then her eyebrows were pushed together from confusion (probably assuming that Cammie was stuck up), but it vanished after a bit and she gave a timid smile in return. Cammie started walking away, dragging a silent Karen O'Donnell with her as she walked back to us.
"So…like I was saying, you guys should hang out with us," Seth said when Cammie was back, his eyes were mostly, if not, completely on Cammie as he said it. It didn't take a genius to know he wanted Cammie for himself, same with the other guys (besides the redhead). I felt myself stiffen, my jaw was set, and I knew I was glaring at them, I didn't care, they shouldn't be going after Cammie, if they were I'd kill them before they even had a chance. Even when I felt Cammie grab my hand I didn't let myself relax, not completely…but when I heard the "sure, we'd love to hang out with you," I felt my eyes look at Cammie in something like shock, WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?! I thought, but understand completely when the words of Ms. Jordon's challenge rang in my ears.
"Alright y'all! Let's go!" Rudy said and started heading out of the gate with all of us following him, I knew these guys expected to have a good time as we walked down the busy sidewalk but, to me and Cammie both, we were walking down the path to a torture chamber…
But…that's where spy training comes in handy…
Time: 10:18 a.m.
Location: Woodland Park, Belfast
P.O.V: Karen O'Donnell
We were right outside of the park, the park had large, red and copper colored brick walls around the entire perimeter. The only way in was the black iron gates, unless someone wanted to get some rope and climb the wall. I was hanging out with Rudy, Griffin, and Seth again, I had moved here from Delaware a few weeks back and these guys had befriended me. I didn't hang out with the girls, all the girls were cliques back at the school, I wasn't beautiful or gorgeous enough to be in the popular girls group (at school they are also known as the 'sluts' but to everyone else they were known as the 'Populars' or 'Beauties'), I wasn't athletic or strong enough to become one of the amazing athletics (or at school, they were known as the 'Actives'), and I wasn't even smart enough to be one of the brainy nerds of the school (also known as the 'Brainiacs')! So I was really dependent on these guys, even if I didn't like admitting it.
As we rounded around the corner and opened the gates, I heard Seth stop mid-sentence about blabbing about how our football team was going to whip our rival school's team; the Knights of Castle High School (we were the Belfast Area Lions). I looked and saw that the guys had all stopped talking and were staring at something…or someone. I rolled my eyes, it was probably Cassidy Nelson, she was the 'queen' (or at least that's what she calls herself, I prefer 'dictator') of our school and the head slut. I peeked from behind the guys expecting to see that almost white-blond hair (that she TOTALLY dyed) and a girl wearing short-shorts or miniskirt in the middle of winter.
But, what I saw was a dazzling cluster of gold and dark wood falling over a beautiful girl's shoulders. She was even prettier than Cassidy, she had dark blue eyes that reminded me of a pair of sapphire studded earrings I saw in the window of Azure Jewels at the mall. She had a natural tan that glowed and sang "I'm outside a lot". She had a perfect hourglass figure with athletically long legs, she was in a skirt.(that wasn't slut leveled, it was a school approved skirt) and had a sweet and warm face (something I haven't seen at school). She could've modeled for one of those magazines that the 'Beauties' read all the time. I could see why the guys were practically drooling over her. But…I know her type…she's one of those "I'm too cool for you and WAY too pretty and smart, so don't even try, you have no chance," kind of girls…but, she didn't have that vibe…
I didn't have time to finish my analysis about her 'vibe' when I caught sight of motion next to the girl, it was a boy. He was as handsome as that girl was beautiful, if someone were to make a new 'vampire' movie, that guy should've gotten the lead role, along with the beautiful girl next to him as the leading lady. Yeah, but they don't deserve it, said a bitter voice from the back of my mind. I sighed a bit. The boy had mahogany brown hair that was shiny, wavy, and soft looking, it kind of looked like Griffin's but the boy on the bench had more luscious hair, like melting, expensive chocolate…like it was pouring out of a chocolate fountain and the fountain in this case was his head.
The boy also had bright jewel-green eyes, looking like a perfect pair for the sapphire of the girl's eyes. His eyes lit up even more when the girl slipped her hand into his. Even if he was sitting down, I knew he was tall and muscular. I noticed that the time I spent watching him, he was looking affectionately at the gorgeous girl next to him, I felt kind of jealous, why can't I be that beautiful? That's when I caught a glimpse of the guy's clothes…or should I say uniform, he was from Blackthorne (the girl had a uniform on too…but it wasn't Blackthorne).
He was pretty big so I guessed he was the bad boy type of guy. There's 2 kinds of Blackthorne students here in Belfast, the spoiled rotten wussy or the dangerous bad boy. I looked back at him, all emotions washing away, deeply cleansing (I wish it could do the same for my pores, if you know what I mean) me as the soft breeze blew against my ruby red scarf and turning the metal parts of my glasses cold. No attraction whatsoever was left, the wind picking it up from me and blowing it onto some other girl that happens to lay eyes on him.
"So…what do you want to do now?" asked the boy as he turned to the girl, if it wasn't obvious already…from the way the guy stared lovingly and admirably at the girl, or what he just said, those two were a couple. Apparently from the stares Griffin and Seth were giving her, that didn't matter. Rudy already had a girlfriend, her name's Maria, she was one of the 'Beauties' and I never really liked her, but I wasn't going to tell Rudy that, he was nuts for her. Out of the three guys I liked Rudy the best, he was the nicest in my opinion.
"I think--" the girl started but Griffin interrupted.
"What I want to do, rich boy, is to ask why the hell you're here," Griffin said, his voice carried powerful venom across to the boy. You see, Griffin never liked the Blackthorne students, he actually started HATING them when one of them snuck his little sister into the school and…just for the kids out there that are listening to this (or reading?)…they did something you should only do when you get married (oh my god, I'm starting to sound like Grandma Sherri!). I remembered the guy too, he had really light blond hair that kind of curled with a pair of cool blue-grey eyes, he was the same age as Griffin. He's had a grudge against them since.
"Fine, then ask me," the boy said in return, he sounded like he wanted to get in fight! I was kind of scared, I moved a bit closer to Seth; knowing he was the best fighter…but he and Rudy were backing up from the guy and closer to the gates. He got up slowly from the bench, hands in pockets, slouching…looking like a coiled snake ready to attack. The tension in the heavy air held an awkward silence, I thought no one was going to talk for a century…until I heard her voice.
"Hi there," the possible, future member of the "Beauties" (except she wasn't slutty and she gave the word 'Beauties' the old, great, traditional meaning) said. She had a bright smile that was just as dazzling as the rest of her. I saw from the corner of my eye that Griffin's flirtatious smile was on his face, I'm sure that he thought she was hot (which she probably was) but I think he did it to annoy the boy too. It didn't seem to work very well, because I didn't see a certain emotion on his face (hm…maybe their not dating). Griffin started walking over to the "supposed" couple.
"Hey, my name's Griffin, Griffin Hughes, and you are?" He asked the girl, offering his hand. I expected her to shoo it away, but she untangled her fingers from the guy's hand and gave a small shake.
"Cammie," I could tell she didn't really like the flirty look that Griffin was giving her…and neither did her boyfriend. Seth seemed to get enough courage to walk up to them, I saw his advancing figure get smaller as he made his way to Cammie, he introduced himself while the guy was glaring at him with his piercing eyes. Rudy's grin was on as he walked up to be acquainted. When he was, I felt like I was melting (or should I say 'freezing' because of the weather) into the red-coppered colored bricks' shadows. As Seth started his babbling a voice interrupted him…a voice directed towards me.
"How about you, what's your name?" Cammie asked, I almost checked behind myself to see if she was talking to someone else, but I figured out I was up against a wall. I was completely cut off guard as I stared at her with vulnerable, shocked eyes.
"I-I, uh, m-my name is, uh," my voice was quiet and uneven, I felt as awkward as those boys that are in the middle of puberty and their voice's pitch was going crazy. I mean, COME'ON KAREN! What kind of girl has to think twice about saying their name? I looked down at my dirty sneakers in embarrassment hoping that the wind would pick up and cool down my face; which was as red as my jacket. Red was my favorite color…but I didn't really like it at this moment.
The next thing I know, a pair of classy black shoes are face-to-face to my sky blue and white sneakers. My head shot up so fast I thought my glasses might have flew off my face. She was even prettier close up, I felt the envy in me start up again but was blocked out by the warmth that Cammie's smile was shining on me. I remembered that the last time another girl (besides my mom) had smiled at me so kindly was with my friend back in Delaware, but she wasn't as nearly as elegant as dark blue-uniformed girl that had walked up to me. The only girls that walked up to me were the ones who wanted to make fun of me, so I was still shocked and was expecting an insult…when one didn't come, I decided she was…approachable (I guess). A small grin unexpectedly appeared on my face.
"My name's Karen….Karen O'Donnell," it came out sounding hesitated, which it probably was.
"Nice to meet you," left her mouth next, if blinked harder, my eyebrows shot up to touch my soft cap and came back down to be pulled together as if they were magnets. I wasn't expecting her to be nice (even if she looked nice), she took my hand gently and pulled me over to the others. Seth continued talking, he was saying how they should all hang out, but he mostly said that to Cammie, and we all knew it. Seth was sort of a ladies' man but he treated them well. Unlike that guy who took advantage of Griffin's sister, what was his name?…Larry? Louis? Something with an "L"…oh well, I'll figure it out eventually…
Time: 10:39a.m.
Location: Seoul House, Belfast ME
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
We had just entered a restaurant called, Seoul House, it was really clean with a fresh scent in the air, I walked across the rusty red and cream-colored tiles of the floor with the civilians (Greg, Stephen, Karen, and Rudy…I don't think I'll mess their names up) and the gorgeous Gallagher Girl who was clutching my hand softly. I couldn't keep the smirk off my face at all, it was as if it was welded onto my face. We headed to a booth near where the window with the red "Seoul House" was painted on it (there was its name in Korean under it too, but I doubt that the civilian, it was backwards so the people that passed by could read it. The booth had the same shade of green as the tiles on the clean floor. This place wasn't really one of those high-class restaurants where people in suits come in to make business plans, it seemed like a small eat-in diner. I saw a waiter (he wasn't Korean) get up from talking to the cashier (who was Korean) and walk over to us, notepad and everything.
"Hey guys, you want the usual?" He asked, his tone was bored, he had the same expression in his eyes, but when the guy's light blue eyes settled on Cammie, his entire face seem to brighten…which made mine darken, if these guys go anywhere near Cammie, I'll--my train of violent and threatening thoughts were crashed into an immediate stop as Rudy's accent spoke to the waiter.
"We'll take the usual, Gary," He said, his eyes showed how oblivious he was to the situation. I smirked and Gary's lips were dragged into a slight scowl as he nodded and went into the door with the neon yellow "Employees Only" sign bolted into it. I saw some relief glow in Cammie's hypnotizing eyes.
"So…how'd ya guys meet? I haven't see you at school, and that uniform you've got there, kinda supports me when I say that," Rudy asked, he seemed the most talkative. Cammie answered with only one word.
"School," I smirked, at Griffin and Seth's shocked faces.
"But…I thought it was boys' school?" Karen's small voice piped up, she was sitting on the other side of Cammie, her voice was swirled with confusion.
"My school's doing an exchange with Blackthorne this semester," Cammie explained and leaned into my shoulder after. I let my arm snake a bit around her waist, and I saw from behind Cammie's head that Karen was smiling happily at us. Griffin seemed like he was regretting bringing us here as he shifted awkwardly. Seth had some respect embedded in his hazel eyes as his head nodded approvingly, and Rudy still had that oblivious look of cheerfulness in his eyes.
I had my own bubble of happiness and bliss as I imagined Cammie and me as a couple…but reality had pushed its ugly head into my fantasy bubble; bursting it, the drops of joy spreading out so fast I couldn't recall if it was there at all…it was just a cover story…the words "cover story" echoed coldly in my mind…. But when Cammie rested her head on my shoulder, I made another promise to myself…
It's not just cover story….
It'll become reality…
Even if I have to make it into reality myself…
Well, that's all for now~
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