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Chapter 20: Live Music, Committee, and Teachers
Time: 10:52a.m.
Location: Cold Stone Creamery, Belfast
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
We were inside of a small Cold Stone Creamery (the one Ms. Jordon quizzed Cole on) after we left the Seoul House, the air in the restaurant didn't change much from the temperature from outside. The air that surrounded us sent chills over my exposed legs (why do we wear skirts in the winter?!), rousing some gooseflesh for a moment. I took another scoop from my or anyone's, and I mean, ANYONE'S stress reliever; it was universal…it was chocolate. The creamy vanilla was drowning from the hot fudge that was covered it. The universal stress reliever only lasted a for so long, we (meaning, Griffin, Seth, Rudy, Karen, Zach and I) were all seated at the tall tables with the cushioned, charcoal-black bar stools that swiveled around.
As the only females of the group, the petite Karen and I left the crowd of testosterone, football, and total slobbery eaters (it was for Zach's and the other guys' protection…if Macey saw a stain on the white blouse she loaned me, she'd murder them!…and she's advanced in her education enough to make it look like an accident…either that, or she'd bore them to death with an hour long lecture on clothes, trends, and guy/girl accessories…gee, now that I think about it…I should probably be careful with this fudge). I faced the shy girl that reminded me a bit of Liz, which was part of the reason the corners of my lips picked up altitude.
"So…do you and Rudy have fun in your chemistry class?" I asked, hoping she'd understand what I was getting at. Her face was confused at first, but after a second (well…3.1 seconds actually) her face turned as rosy pink as the tasty looking strawberry-banana ice cream she was eating, her glasses beginning to fog, the heat from her face, steaming. Karen started shoveling as much as the tiny metal spoon she was using would allow her, probably trying to cool down.
"Cammie!" Karen's voice was high as she said my name, "I don't like him like that," now from the way she said it…you didn't have to be a specially trained spy to know that was a lie. All you needed was the brain of a teenage girl.
"It's okay to like him, you know," repeating the words Macey had told me, Karen's eyes didn't seem to be looking at me anymore, it was as if she was reliving something with someone…and I bet all the chocolate in world that, that special "someone" has red hair, warm cloudy blue eyes, and a certain Oklahoma "Howdy, y'all!". Karen snapped out of the daze and held my eyes with defeated green ones.
"He wouldn't like someone like me…" Karen mumbled, "He has a girlfriend anyways…she's one of the 'Beauties' I told you about, that's his type of girl," she said, her voice was deadpanned, watching grass slowly die would have been more enthusiastic than her voice right now. I hated seeing Karen like this, I may not have known her for very long (32 minutes and 55 seconds) but…I saw her as something like a little sister. So I decided to make a joke.
"So…his type is a slutty bitch that's got less I.Q. than a pig?" I said in a casual tone. Then something I haven't seen yet had happened, Karen burst out with loud laughs. I smiled at her, Karen's whole face lit up while she was laughing or grinning, she's a very pretty girl, she just needs a confidence boost (she's kind of like Liz, just some more self-esteem and BOOM, Rudy would see that she's the girl for him). We were alike, wallflower to wallflower, chameleon to chameleon (Karen the Chameleon?).
"I can't say that I disagree," Karen chided as she took one last scoop of the creamy, slightly melted ice that some parents tell little kids that it comes from a pony-pink cow. I laughed and finished the last of the fudge covered brownie pieces before tossing it into the trash, (the guys were throwing their's, turning eating into a messy barrage of trashcan basketball). I took out the money and set it down on the circular table, Karen took out some money for the tip.
I looked back at the boys to find that they accepted Zach into their little group of guys too…all except Griffin. He was more off to the edge and paid no attention to boy that his friends had come to like…and the boy that took a firm grip on my partly broken heart…I had no idea where that idea came from (maybe I do, but just don't want to say, you'll never know, I'm a spy aren't I?) but I shot it out of my head, using all the bullets of my mind to keep it at bay, You'll just never learn will you? I thought to myself as I looked back at the guys to see Zach's movie star face laughing and smirking. Apparently, I won't…
Karen got up and started putting on the warm looking jacket, I took my sleek black jacket and swung it over to cover my shoulders. My mind went to wondering about Griffin, what's his problem? I asked Karen about it and her already pale skin became more white and translucent.
"It's…well, there was a guy from Blackthorne that came into town and started dating Griffin's younger sister. Her name's Candace, we call her 'Candy' though. She went nuts over him and they eventually began….well…uh…" Karen trailed off, her frail body fidgeted uncomfortably and her fingers were twirling and pulling at a red thread that was at the edge of her sleeve. Realization dawned on me and I mentally smacked myself upside the head for not figuring it out earlier…no wonder he hates Blackthorne Boys.
"Who was he? What was his name?" I asked, I planned on beating the living hell out of the damn bastard that did that, you wouldn't have thought from my voice though.
"Uh, he had curly light blond hair, blue eyes the kind of had a metallic look to them…his name…I don't really remember what Seth had told me about it but, I think…it started with an…'L'?" her voice made it a question, there was only one name that popped into my mind, Logan! I was going to kill the guy before, but I'll do it longer and much, much more painful this time for Candace and the every other female that's endangered by him!
My mind flitted to ways that I could kill him (I came up with 18, one including a napkin, a straw, and a nail filer) as I thought about that creep I felt myself fingering the silver napkin dispenser that was sitting on the table. My revenge plotting stopped when I felt Karen shake my shoulder a bit.
"Do you want to ditch the guys? Looks like they'll be here for a while," she whispered, her entertained gaze staying behind me, I turned and saw that Rudy was making a personal sundae…or a personal mountain or volcano would be more accurate! He had a boyish smile as he built up his…uh…creation, it was like the Frankenstein of all sundaes! I heard Karen giggle behind me, as she looked at the Rudy that looked like he was more of a 10 year old than a 16-ongoing-to-seventeen. Seth and Zach were laughing at him while Griffin was grinning.
I turned my back on the future mess I knew was going to happen very, very soon (that would include me and Karen) if we didn't get out of there…or dive behind the cashier's counter like it was our personal bomb shelter and take cover for the ice cream meltdown. I gave her a quick nod and we were out of the door, I let my eyes trail back to the familiar, memorizing, deep emerald ones before fleeting the ice cave we had walked into not too long ago. Zach had a smirk and suspicion aroused in the piercing eyes, as if we were using telepathy, I heard Zach's voice speak in my ear; his hot breath on the back of my neck…
You're up to something, Gallagher Girl, and I'm going find out.
It was only then, that I got an idea. An idea that could kill two birds with one stone (no animals were harmed in the process of that phase)…
Time: 11:22a.m.
Location: Sidewalk, Belfast
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
Well…Rudy got us kicked out of the ice cream shop, he apparently didn't know that using 12 different flavors of ice cream, 8 different toppings, with 5 different types of sauce…was going overboard. We were all walking down the cold cement, looking for the girls and just hanging out. I got to say…it was a bit like how I hung out with Grant and Jonas, I mean, without the "Did you learn the new and improved Nylessly Position, yet?" or "Hey have you checked out the new HMZ34 model, is it more efficient or is the SH77.2 better?" all the while, Griffin was silent most of the time and the rare times he talked he would completely ignore me, as if I weren't even there. I waved the fact away…for now.
"Maybe they went to the mall or something," Seth suggested, looking around. I sighed, and ran my hand through my hair, tussling my hair. Where could two girls go?…When one of them is a professionally trained spy and the other could easily be dragged into what the spy girl wants to do…we'll be here for a while…. I was hooked and pulled out of my wondering when sound of music punctured the frigid air that surround me and the civilians. I looked at my tour guides for Belfast, seeing if this was normal, from Rudy's toothy grin, Seth's excited smile and Griffin's sly, joyous expression, they knew exactly what was going on.
"Hey Zach! Come on! You've gotta see this!" Rudy exclaimed and ran to the direction of the music, not stopping to let me catch up (I could obviously catch up to him or pass him, but I still had a cover didn't I?) so I started running after him with Seth and Greg behind me. The noise grew louder and louder as we were swept in the direction even faster by the current of the crowd that reminded me of the rough, rapids from kayaking (my parents loved kayaking, they really got into it after my dad's cover for a mission was a kayaker, how I know this you ask? Spy….and a few minutes of hacking CIA database). We were basically flying on the sidewalks and passing the stores with its customer looking at us and the group of people running towards the music as fast as they could (besides me, if I ran as fast as I could, I'd probably be there by now, yup, I'm that fast, what do expect from me?).
Our feet had stumbled us in front of lightly tanned bricks, glass windows, and so many covers and artists that it would make your head spin and your hand reach into your pocket to find enough money. But nope, they weren't covers as in legends or artists as in pavement artists, we were standing in front of a music store, a huge one. There was a stage right next to it, an outdoor stage to be exact, the stage was 3 meters and a half tall, the black, sleek stage floor looked smooth and perfect for performing, spotlights were set up above the stage; hanging down from black steel bars that formed almost a cage around the top and sides of it.
Behind it all were the big, black, bulky surround-sound, that were silent for now, the crowd obviously didn't like that. They were chanting for someone to go up there. And thanks to my super spy training I heard a female voice say, "I'll go!" with the people around the voice clapping, the cheering and clapping had a ripple affect and like a drop of water disturbing still and silent surface tension, the crowd had gone into a loud frenzy of cheering, clapping, whooping, whistling, you name it. It was only a matter of time when someone would get a bullhorn.
"Hey! Guys, look she's getting on stage!" Griffin shouted over the noise, but only made something like a whisper to me. It was crazy loud and pulsing through my ears and pounding on my temples, the music didn't even begin yet. That's when my head turned back to the direction of the stage; remembering what Griffin had said. And only one named popped up in my head…
The name melted away into a stranger as I watched the girl that walked in the spotlight, instead of the long, luscious mixture of gold and honey, I saw equally soft but wilder looking dark chocolate colored hair that went down in waves down her back. Instead of the beautiful, addictive, deep ultramarine eyes that could've drowned me and made me like it, I saw smoky, mysterious, shiny brown eyes that matched her hair.
Instead of the curvy, yet athletic figure in a uniform that still made her look like a supermodel, I saw a black leather jacket, blue jeans, black shirt, and black scarf covered girl getting ready for the song. Instead of the light pink lips that had the same shade of a late sunrise, and the lips I long wished would press against mine, I saw light rose colored lips that were telling the audience, fiercely, to get louder (which they did).
I felt my shoulders droop a bit, at the different girl on stage, the crowd had quieted down a bit when the music was started, the harmony, melody, rhythm, and notes combined to vibrate waves into the roaring mob of spectators had begun. I stared blankly at the girl and wished that the other girl I was thinking and dreaming about would appear there instead. The girl opened her mouth to the microphone and instead of the hypnotizing, lovely, and brilliant (or how Grant's "British Bombshell" would say: "Bloody Brilliant") voice that could both capture my interest, attention, heart, and lull me to sleep, I heard a fierce, powerful, loud, and a determined voice…she wasn't a bad singer, but Cammie surpassed her.
You know my ring tone (why don't you answer the phone)
If you don't get here (I'm dancing alone)
Get in the fast lane 'cause someone will ask me
If you don't
I hear the music (I'm ready to go)
You better get here ('cause I'm dancing alone)
You better get driving and turn on the siren
Cause you're in the danger zone
You know it's Friday
Why don't you call me
You got my number
Hey I'm still waiting
Why don't you call me
Aren't you my boyfriend?
You were supposed to be here
Like an hour ago
I bought this dress for you
I got my legs so smooth
I got my Mani Pedi, went and hot my hair done too
All dressed up and nowhere to go-oh
It's an emergency
I need you here with me
It's a 911 (911)
It's an emergency
Can't you see?
It's a 911 (911)
Dying of dance deprivation
Emotional starvation, I need resuscitation
Gettin' impatient
It's an emergency (emergency)
Emergency (emergency)
911 (911)
Her voice was definitely as independent as Cammie's as she was singing the lyrics to Jordin Sparks. She had the audience in the palm of her hand and most of the guys wrapped around her French tipped finger as she sang with confidence. She might have been pretty with a great voice, but her voice didn't reach out to me, not like how my Gallagher Girl did.
You know I told you
You can't be late now
Watching my watch tick, tick, tick, tick
There goes my attitude, I'm almost over you
You were supposed to be here like an hour ago
That's what you always do, give me some lame excuse
Like you were workin', sleepin', come on baby try the truth
All dressed up and nowhere to go-oh
You know my ringbone (why don't you answer the phone)
If you don't get here (I'm dancing alone)
Get in the fast lane 'cause someone will ask me
If you don't
I hear the music (I'm ready to go)
You better get here ('cause I'm dancing alone)
You better get driving and turn on the siren
Cause you're in the danger zone
Emergency….emergency…911...
The last notes slowly vibrated out of the high quality stereos before the crowd gave back and erupt like a volcano of cheers and applause, there were some whistles too. The girl bowed and brought the microphone closer to her mouth, a gesture that told everyone to quiet down and listen. Her voice was only slightly panting and out of breath, but she still had an exhilarating smile on her face as she spoke,
"Thank you, the next song will be another Jordin Sparks song, but instead of Emergency 911..."she trailed off, smiling smugly as the sea of people leaned forward, waiting anxiously from the suspense, "and instead of my voice, someone else will be singing," she smiled again while other people started murmuring and whispering. The girl didn't seem bothered and continued talking,
"So please, give a warm welcome to….!" her dramatic pauses were starting to get annoying. "CAMMIE M.!" at this my eyes bulged and focused on a familiar dirty blonde head that had separated itself from the array of brunettes, blondes, redheads, black hair, caramel hair…and I even think I saw a group of people with bright blue and hot pink, but even THAT couldn't pry my eyes off the girl of my dreams as she graciously accepted the invitation for the limelight.
But from her eyes (the pair that was so intense and beautiful that, gazing in them had become second nature), I could see some small specks of self-consciousness and nervousness but as her eyes met mine the specks seemed to have melted from the warmth, I smiled and basked in comfortable heat that she was sending me. Cammie broke the gaze and went closer to the microphone stand and the girl. The girl smiled encouragingly and stepped out of the light and into the shadows, blending into the crowd…I should've analyzed the "blending" part of the mystery girl's act…but I didn't, I should've…. But Cammie's voice took all my attention away with her singing, and I let it.
Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping
You're in my head like a song on the radio
All I know is that I got to get next to you
Yeah I got to get next to you…
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little too long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy
But I think you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I
Just got to get next to you
I asked around and I heard that you were talking
Told my girl that you thought I was out of your league
What a fool, I got to get next to you, whoa
Yeah it's five in the morning and I can't go to sleep
'Cause I wish, yeah I wish that you knew what you mean to me
Baby let's get together and end this mystery, oh…
Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?
How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?…
Whatcha got to say? Whatcha got to do?
How ya get the one you want to want to get next to you?
Yeah, yeah, to want to get next to you
(Chorus)
Maybe were friends
Maybe were more
Maybe it's just my imagination
But I see you stare just a little too long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy
But I think you feel it too
Baby call me crazy
But I know you feel it too
Maybe I, Maybe I
Just got to get next to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got to get next to you…
She picked this on purpose…I thought as the chorus of Jordin Spark's "Next to you" echoed continuously in my mind. I could vaguely hear the mob of people begin to ask for an encore, from the look in her azure jeweled eyes, she wasn't expecting to sing anymore, but every attempted made to get off the stage without hurting someone was futile. She was stranded on an island of stereos, spotlights, microphones, and music, swarming around that island was the seas of people, waves of "Keep singing,", "Encore" and song suggestions slammed at the island, and she was trying her best not to drown.
Then another unexpected thing happened, I saw a familiar red jacket and scarf slip onto the stage and saw her pop a CD, that played and the music immediately made the crowd cheer more, it was yet again, following the pattern of Jordin Sparks songs (A/N: I just love Jordin Spark's New Album~!). And I thought it suited pretty well, it's winter after all.
You fire the words but all they do is...ricochet
You think I'm paying the price but it's...not costing me
Your love was a waste of time.
You've been left behind.
You made no mark on me.
You're gone and you left no sign.
You're not on my mind
Don't try to press rewind.
It's like walking on snow
Without leaving a trace.
You know what you said never carried away.
I came out untouched and in another place
When you gonna get it?
I'm so unaffected.
When I was flying high you tried to clip my wings.
(You shot me out of the sky)
You tried to make it up by buying expensive things.
(My love you cannot buy)
Your love was a waste of time.
You've been left behind.
You made no mark on me.
You're gone and you left no sign.
You're not on my mind
Don't try to press rewind…
You try and find...
You project yourself.
Hate so easily.
You already lost so push me more.
Cause...
1234!
It's like walking on snow
Without leaving a trace.
You know what you said never carried away.
I came out untouched and in another place.
When you gonna get it?
I'm so unaffected.
It's like walking on snow
Without leaving a trace.
You huff and you puff but I'm not blown away.
When are you gonna get it?
I'm so unaffected.
When are you gonna get it?
I'm so unaffected…
As Cammie slipped out of the spotlight as fast as possible, the crowd was still applauding like crazy, some were trying to find the missing idol (mostly guys) which made a cruel smirk break out on my face. I looked at the crowd, hoping to find her…but of course, NOTHING, damn, they aren't kidding when they call her the Chameleon. I still didn't understand that someone like CAMMIE could be unseen. I'll probably never know, that's when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Looking for someone?" Cammie asked, her smile was amused and charming. I simply gave her a smirk and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Before either one of us knew what was happening I kissed her cheek, I shocked myself…and sort of wanted to kiss her again, just not on her cheek. It completely stunned me how my tight mask could fall off so easily around her. I looked down into her wide, aqua blue eyes and saw that a strike of confusion was in them, but Cammie shielded it immediately. I still had to admit…she was just extraordinarily cute when she was confused about something. We were pulled out of our deep, deep thoughts and were being reeled back into the 'civilian reality' again.
"I didn't know you could sing!" Rudy exclaimed, his incredulous surprise was fully sinking into his voice. It's official, Rudolf Martin is the most un-spy-like person I've ever met. I looked from Rudy's freckled, surprised and cheery face to Cammie's flawless and amused face, she obviously was thinking what I was thinking…but something from her face told me that she was familiar with Rudy's un-covertness…or just the un-covertness in general. Cammie's nodded, that's when Karen popped up.
"Uh…guys, we've got to go…" she said shyly, Cammie gave her a "mind explaining?" look.
"All four of us are on the committee for the Winter Blizzard Dance…and we're suppose to be at the meeting pretty soon," she said softly, something told me that talking really quietly was her norm. I turned my gaze to Seth, my smirk came back along with my mocking tone.
"Winter Dance committee?" I taunted, letting a few laughs escape my lips, making my voice sound a bit unsteady. He rolled his eyes at me, Griffin's brown eyes narrowed into annoyed slits, and Rudy's cheerful glow that had surrounded him dimmed a bit.
"You see…my girlfriend's one of the head of the committee and she needed some more people to join in…so I joined and asked--" Rudy started, but Seth interjected.
"More like begged, pleaded, nagged, whined, oh! And this one time he--" Seth was cut off by Rudy punching his shoulder, we all started laughing a bit, Rudy's face was as red as his hair but he continued,
"I asked these asses to help me, Karen was nice enough to join without my beggi--asking," When calling his friends asses he pointed at them (Seth and Griffin were behind him), and from the looks of it, Seth and Griffin were about ready to beat him and his Oklahoma twang into dust. Right when Seth raises his fist, Griffin stepped in.
"You know, Rudy's real good at following orders, especially from his girl," Griffin told me, Seth who was catching on smiled smugly and stepped forward too and swung an arm around Rudy, putting him in a playful headlock.
"Yeah, that's Rudy for ya, this is what it sounds like," Seth said, while still holding a struggling Rudy in his grasp. Seth started to attempt mimicking Rudy's genuine accent. All I can say is, that it is the worst accent ever (and when you go to a school that has a curriculum that teaches you over 14 different languages with a perfect accent…I think I know what I'm talking about when it's Oklahoma accents, whether their good or not…and in Seth's case, it is not, a very big NOT). It was so bad I started laughing at him!
"'But Maria…'" Seth whined, his imitation of Rudy was terrible, but hilarious. "'I don't want to be on the committee,'" Griffin was laughing with me but decided to join in Seth's little play. He cleared his throat and put his hands together, his voice was high, shrill and girly. I laughed, I laughed harder when I heard that his voice was going off pitch, for god's sake, he sounded like some he/she seal going through puberty or something! (I may only be a sophomore but the life of a spy brings A LOT of surprises, so trust me on things like that).
"'But Rudy-kins!'" Griffin spoke to Seth who was both restraining his laughter and a feisty redhead that was trying to wiggle out from under his arm. "' You NEED to, you absolutely, positively NEED to, PLEASE! FOR ME!'" Seth made his face look torn but still shook his head, Griffin (or should I say Maria?) continued.
"'You join or else!'" Griffin shrieks, stomping his foot. His hands were on his hips like one of those ugly, snooty and spoiled step-sisters from Cinderella, which made him look ridiculous, I continued laughing my ass off. Seth exaggeratedly slumped over, looking (overly) defeated, but still had poor Rudy in a death lock.
"'Fine, I'll join,'" Seth mumbled his loss, the next thing you know his head pops back up and he and Griffin were grinning like idiots. "You know what this is?" Seth said, his voice (which stopped sounding like something crosses between a cowboy, a hog, and a screeching cat) told us that he'd answer his own question. He let go of Rudy; who's face was a brighter shade of red than Rudolph's shining nose (isn't it a coincident that they're both named "Rudolf"), he scrambled out of the loose grasp just in time to hear and see his two best friends chant,
"WHIPPED! WHIPPED! WHIPPED!" over and over again, I almost joined in (A/N: Remember, he's STILL a guy) but when Cammie separated from me and put her hands on her hips, in the manner of a guy in trouble, I resisted the temptation.
"Hello! Girls, right here!" waving her hands and gesturing towards Karen and herself. They immediately stopped and went still. Cammie could be scary when she wanted to be. Rudy smirked (something that I hadn't seen him do yet),
"Ha! Who's whipped now?!" he fires at his friends, which was a pretty bad idea from what happened next, when you think about it.
In one second (in reality it was 4.8 seconds) the three friends are teasing each other, the next, they're rolling on the sidewalk ground punching and wrestling each other. Karen's green eyes looked tired and wry, as if she saw this scene ten times a day, Cammie's eyes were being rolled as she made her way to the fight; getting ready to break it up. I quickly followed to pull Seth off of Rudy, Griffin was beating the crap out of Seth's back from behind. Karen was waiting off the sideline, waiting for her old friends to stop acting immature and her new friends to stop them from killing one another.
Cammie had a hold of Seth's right arm and I had Griffin's left, Rudy had gotten out of the fight, bruised and was sitting next to Karen on the slender blades of grass that made up the side of the sidewalk. The exact moment that Griffin's DC shoe made contact with Seth's red and blue sweatshirt covered stomach I heard a deep, demanding voice behind us, I heard the rhythmical sound of three pairs of feet behind us.
We all turned to see two police officers in the navy blue glory uniforms and a frustrated looking store owner. I heard the owner mutter, "Damn teenagers…" under his breath. I took in details again, taking in details had become part of my daily routine now. The taller police officer had a mess of black hair with bright blue eyes, the combination reminded me of Macey, he looked calm and ready to do anything, you could see muscles through his uniform and he seemed a little older than Solomon. The shorter officer was a bit more…let's say, round, than the first one, he was balding with a shiny head, and at the moment he looked grumpy and agitated. The store owner had autumn-fiery hair that was swept to the side, he looked pretty young to be a store owner only looking around in his late 20's. He had light blue eyes that showed how annoyed he was to have teenagers having a rumble outside of his store.
If only he knew how much damage spy teenagers could cause, he'd be grateful to have these civilians fighting then I thought as the two officers started yelling at us…actually the "round" officer, Officer Harris was yelling so much he was turning a deep beat color and a few veins were visible past his uniform collar. And the taller one, Officer Tyler, was standing by and looked intimidating for both of them…probably because you're more intimidated when you see an officer with a gun and the body of 007 than one with a red face and the body of a jelly-filled doughnut (huh, the expression "you are what you eat" fits oddly well in this situation). The guys' heads were each tilted at an angle so they weren't looking directly at them, Cammie and Karen were hanging their head with shame (I knew Ms. I-was-interrogated-by-the-CIA was acting), and I had my head held up high keeping my face expressionless as he yelled.
"And that was completely and utterly reckless, you know what would have--" Officer Harris's rant had broke off and a new, familiar voice replaced it.
"Is there a problem, officer?" the voice asked from behind all of us, from the sound of it, the voice was 6 meters and a yard away from us, each of our heads turned, the cops, the owner, the civilians, and ours. There, 6 meters and a yard away was the familiar dark chocolate hair, the familiar caramel eyes, the familiar tanned skin, and the familiar dangerous, mischievous smile. Ms. Dana Jordon. Except the familiar smile was glowing with innocence, as if she been the good girl her whole life, as if she didn't have the experience of one of the top CIA agents, and as if she hadn't see lives build and crumple before her eyes.
As I looked, surprised (but masking it) at our teacher, I forced myself not to do a double take, gone was the leather, jeans, and "danger" look in general. This was a whole new look I've seen of our teacher. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt, with a tight-fitting white V-neck, short sleeved blouse with a light blue cami under it. A black jacket was draped around her slender and vulnerable looking shoulders as her hands were clutching a small hand bag, her hair hung in delicate waves.
Ms. Jordon, our first female teacher, the women who trained the Gallagher Girls, and the lady that (according to Tim and Tina Walters, they apparently teamed up) killed a Vietnamese and Yugoslavian general/arm dealers with a ruler and protractor (beware of office supplies, they can do MAJOR damage) late in her junior year….had never looked so….so…pure? Sinless? Sincere?
This morning I saw her on a Ducati, looking like the beautiful and dangerous rebel who worked for the devil in her leather…and now I see her in black, formal pumps, looking like a simple school teacher who got apples from her students, the normal church-going that helped out any cause that was possible in her reach. You get the picture? So seeing her in pearl earrings instead of jeans was a pretty big shock. And another thing, her voice which was usually mysterious, sarcastic, or joking was now curious, sweet, and nice….what the hell is happening?
"Excuse me, but is there a problem?" she asked again, concerned when no one said anything. Her pumps hit the pavement, the sound bouncing. Everyone besides Cammie and I were gaping. Griffin, Seth, and Rudy were openly gaping, chins hitting the pavement like you see in cartoon as the women made her way to us. Karen had an awestruck look to her shy face as she stared from behind her glasses. The store owner was practically drooling like a baby at our gorgeous CoveOps teacher. Officer Harris was fiddling with what was left with his hair and turning an even brighter beat color, but not from yelling. Officer Tyler seemed the most composed out of the adults, he was smiling brightly as more than a look of interest entered his blue eyes. He was the one to talk, but he didn't yell at us, nope, he was flirty with the teacher…creepy.
"No, not at all miss…" he trailed off, the smile never leaving his face, Ms. Jordon matched the expression and looked…nice? I'm still not adjusted.
"Dana, and I believe you have a couple of my students, I teach history," she said, her caramel eyes fleeted from the officer and to Cammie and I, we both stepped forward, but the chubby arm of Officer Harris stopped us. Honestly, I knew I could destroy his arm in 4.7 seconds, but I pretended to be phased. I heard from behind me Griffin mutter, "If she's the history teacher, sign me up for Blackthorne," after that I heard Seth mutter back, "Yeah, I'd rather have a teacher that was younger than the history that she taught!"
"You're not going anywhere, besides the police station," he told us, he sounded like he wanted to take us there. I know regular teens would either find that scary or cool but…to us it's boring, watching water freeze over in a refrigerator would have been more exciting (at least I could concoct some type of new toxin with that). Ms. Jordon stepped forward and laid her hand on the man's arm, lightly pushing it down to his side, he looked up (yes, Ms. Jordon was taller in her heels) and blushed.
"Sorry, but these kids don't necessarily have to go there. Cammie, Zach," she said, we looked at her. "No one was hurt?" she asked, like any other normal teacher, but here's the thing, we aren't normal. We shook our heads, saying no. The women turned her back to us and faced the three men that she dazzled.
"Well, gentlemen, if no one was hurt, would it be necessary? And it didn't seem to disrupt your business, did it?" she directed her last question to the store owner.
"N-no, and it's Eugene," he said shyly, it's VERY weird to see people hitting on your teacher. I heard Seth snicker and from my peripherals I saw Rudy and Griffin elbow him. I smirked, as Ms. Jordon acknowledged him by nodding.
"So you're a teacher?" Officer Tyler asked, she nodded and turned back to me and Cam. Her eyes seem to change back to the mischievous ones that I was familiar with, and she told us in the same sweet and pure voice,
"The van leaves in 5 minutes, let's go," at this she nodded towards the civilians with a smile that was her version of Cammie's smile, but still somehow held that flicker mischief in it. We mechanically said our goodbyes and headed towards where the Arcadia Coffee House was, I expected to hear the clacking of heels behind us but I didn't all I heard was Officer Tyler saying,
"You know, we'd like you come down to the station, just to clear some things up nothing more," his voice was obvious that he definitely, DEFINITELY wanted to do something more. I vaguely wondered how Ms. Jordon would charm her way out of this one, but when a man that looked exactly like Mr. Solomon past us, I stopped dead cold and spun around, Cammie doing the same.
"Dana, did you tell all the students yet?" His voice was as ignorant as Ms. Jordon's was as he wrapped an arm around "Dana" possessively. Compared to Joe Solomon, Officer Tyler looked like a mama's boy, even with the gun. The tips of his lips dropped down immediately and the next thing I knew I heard Officer Tyler telling them that he'd handle the situation and Ms. Jordon wouldn't have to come down to the station. The other two men were glaring at Mr. Solomon,
I smirked, Everything is planned, I thought as we turned our backs on our "spy teacher couple", we turned our backs on the cops of Belfast, we turned our backs on our first "friends" of the town, we turned our back on the town of Belfast in general, facing the future of America's security….As I snuck side glances at the my personal angel, my personal partner, and my personal Gallagher Girl…I decided that we were turning our backs to a lot of things…and one of those things for me was…
My platonic relationship with Cameron Ann Morgan.
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