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Chapter 21: A Dinner, Strawberries, and A Smirk
Time: 6:49p.m.
Location: West Wing, Room 252
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
"What language are we speaking tonight?" Liz asked from behind her textbook. She was probably ready with her army of flashcards for tonight's dinner. I smiled, Liz was such a bookworm (thus, her codename) and a study freak. But, she was Liz, my sister.
"Either Cantonese or Hebrew," I told her. She nodded and reached for her high-tech accordion folder (yup, she tricked it out) and went to the C and H sections. Typical Liz. I turned and saw Macey reading Vogue (which no doubt had notes taped in them) and earphones stuck into her diamond studded ears that matched her million dollar zit (which probably is the only skin blemish on her face), she was lying down on her bed looking utterly bored.
"Hey, do you guys know where Bex is?" I asked, I hadn't seen her since the van ride. Liz put down her flash card that I could see in her neat handwriting it wrote: "Each word in Hebrew has a root of three letters…" I still don't see how a girl with a photographic memory needs to take notes. Liz shrugged and in her soft Southern accent said,
"She could be in the gym, Cam. I think she said something about learning a new move," it was possible but the thing is, we didn't learn any new moves yet. I kicked the thought out of my head, probably wasn't important, she could be late for a lot of things, that's how she's like Ms. Jordon (aka, the queen of tardiness). I could see from my peripherals that Liz was scribbling something on some evapopaper (from the texture and color, it was cotton candy flavored) from looking at the way her hand moved and the sound of the pen, she was drawing something.
"Hey, uh, Liz," her light, soft looking blue eyes met mine,
"Whatcha got there?" I asked casually, slowing advancing on her. Liz's cheeks seem to turn the same shade of pink as the cotton candy flavored evapopaper she was using. Without looking from her Advanced Organic Chemistry notes/Fashion magazine, Macey answered.
"Oh, she's just writing 'L+J' over and over again, you know, all that puppy love stuff," Macey's tone had the sound of a doctor. Her expensive manicured hand flipped the page and I got a glimpse of a diagram of the vital/pressure points of the human body (that I let her copy from my notebook that I had from back in 8th grade) covering the new winter line of some famous designer. I looked at Liz with a smile on my face, yeah, I know. Boys equals trouble, simple math (it wasn't so simple for me or Liz to understand at first, which is probably the first type of math that Liz needed tutoring on), but Jonas wouldn't hurt Liz. They'd make a really great couple, it was cute to think about them together actually. Liz's cotton candy face had gone a deep magenta.
"You guys!" her voice was higher than normal and she couldn't meet my adoring gaze or Macey's cool, matter-of-fact gaze. This was a reason she was in CoveOps, Liz couldn't really keep a straight face but put her behind a computer and she's hack into a database faster than you can say "Research and Development" (and I'm not exaggerating!). I then turned my sight over to Macey.
"Have you seen any guys you like yet?" I asked, I think she could have any guy she wanted but from Macey's perfectly plucked eyebrow being cocked, I knew I asked the wrong thing. But she had still answered,
"I've seen hotter before," she said, her voice was bored and unimpressed and her attention went back to her notes/magazine and flipping through different songs on her red iPod. Same old Macey. My internal clock was tick-tocking away telling me that it was time to get to the dining hall, the thought of the dinner made my stomach whine and howl for food, I silenced it as much as I could, but it was useless. The two girls looked at me. Liz had started giggling and saying, "Oh Cammie!" while Macey cracked her amused smile that looked oddly like a smirk (not Zach's I-know-something-you-don't smirk though, it was Macey's own smirk that said, I'm-prettier-smarter-and-better-than-you smirk). I stared at my cute, Southern, pretty friend as she laughed softly and then at my gorgeous, supermodel, and famous friend. A microscopic part of the girl in me wanted to be effortlessly beautiful like them, but it rarely showed up.
"What? A girl's got to eat!" I joked and we all started laughing. I turned on my heel to get a head start to the gourmet, mouthwatering meal that was awaiting us but Macey's voice stopped me as if she had was pulling on the back of my school uniform collar.
"You're going to dinner in that." Macey looked pointedly at the uniform that I wore all day, the black school shoes, and my simple ponytail. "I mean, yes, you can pull it off, but have I taught you nothing?" she said, playful 'tsking' had escaped from her arm-and-leg-priced lips that were painted red as she shook her head. I didn't see that much wrong with what I was wearing, I'm a pavement artist, I'm a Chameleon, we blend, not stick out like a light-up neon sign saying "LOOK AT ME!". I think my friends had yet to learn that from me, when they want to use me as their dress up and make up doll. I mean, really! I should be in One Star's walking down the streets, but my friends think high heels are more suitable (which they totally aren't)
Each girl had their role, Liz did something with my frizzy hair (if you didn't believe me that Liz does hair, look at the golden mane on her head!), Bex did my make up, making my face "beautiful" (this coming from the Goddess that could've been a statue in a temple somewhere), and of course Macey would pick out my outfit and accessories (if you don't believe now, then you really haven't been paying attention!)…geez, it's just dinner, it's not like I'll be meeting some prince in a fairytale (and a fairytale ending rarely happens when living the life of espionage…just look at me, the blending and plain Cinderella and her memory-wiped, civilian-Prince, neither one of us in a horse-drawn carriage…or even his roomy van).
"And plus, the outfit that I have for you is something you haven't worn yet," she said and strutted to her (added-on) closet (which is 4 times as big as ours, I don't know how she did it, but from the freakishly large dresser that could hid 4, maybe 5 grown bodies in there, she did it somehow). I was going to protest and say that we can't wear anything other than our uniforms to dinner, it was against the rules (I know, I know, it's kind of hypocritical for me to start talking about "rule-breaking" and "rule-following" but hey! Give a spy girl a break.
Reading my mind, Liz explained, "At Blackthorne it says that we can wear other clothes instead of our uniform as long as it is appropriate. It said so in Section 3, paragraph 32, and page 143 of the Blackthorne Student Handbook and it even said--" I cut her off, knowing if I didn't she'd rattle off all the details of the rule book, page by page, word by word.
"You memorized the handbook? On our fourth day here?" I asked. She said a Southern and quiet, "What?" I sighed in defeat…well, at least Bex isn't here to complete the "dress-up" crew…You better think again, was my thought when I heard a familiar (as in since, 7th-grade-familiar) and British accent coming from the door. You see, I'm not a very religious person (unlike my old cover story) but at that moment I was praying to god or whoever was up there, that they would have mercy on me for the next 9 minutes and 57 seconds.
"You girls need a hand? Oh, don't look so worried Cam!" How can I not? "We'll make you look gorgeous, don't we always?" Let the makeup, hair, and clothes/accessorizing games/wars begin…
Time: 7:04p.m.
Location: Dining Hall, Blackthorne Institute
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"Pass me the soy sauce wouldya?" Grant said (in Chinese, of course) he was fiddling with his chopsticks, obviously trying to pick up his shrimp dumpling without using it as a fork (thus, making shrimp on a stick). I grabbed the container that held the dark, salty liquid and pushed it over to Grant who dripped it on the dumpling that he skewered with a chopstick (guess, he still can't use them). I scooped a spoonful of fried rice into my mouth as Jonas took a bite out of his spring roll. The room filled with happy voices (guys and girls now), sounds of clattering plates and silverware, noises of chewing and chomping. The air was thick with the scent with high class Chinese cuisine, then the tall double-doors that lead you into a starving, fat kid's fantasy, a place where world hunger could have stopped, and where famous chefs around the globe would come and train with our cook, had swung opened. It was a pretty dramatic entrance.
In walked, Liz Sutton (who caught Jonas's attention faster than any Code, Virus, or Computer Program had done, which is saying a lot.) her light blond hair was let down and was a bit wavy with a white head band, she had light make-up on her face, I noticed she wasn't in her uniform…none of them were. Liz was wearing a creamy-colored orange sundress that went a bit above her knees with white leggings, her feet were accompanied with snow white ballet flats. Small silver earrings studded her ears and were shaped in hearts. The clothes gave her an innocent look of a child, it was soft and nice that matched her personality really well. She sat across from Jonas, blushing a light pink that went with her dress, Jonas was blushing too, but beaming too, showing his white teeth.
Bex was beside of Liz before she sat down, Grant's chin went slack, showing his chewed up food. I elbowed him to swallow his food, he didn't seem to notice until Bex came within ear shot. Bex's thick hair was tied up in a casual, high pony. Her gold hoop earrings showing even more, she was wearing a midnight black tank top with the logo "Juicy Couture" in golden rhinestones on her chest, her gray, faded stress skinny jeans were attached to her gold wedges that looked as if it cost her a bank full of cash to pay for. Her make up was pretty light too, the dark eye shadow gave her the air of mystery.
Macey was still in her usual, black, glossy hair was clipped back having a few strands fall over her forehead. Her make up was a bit more than Bex and Liz's, making her look like the cosmetic queen that she was. Her outfit was high end as usual. She had a dark blue V-neck designer shirt on, the long sleeves clung to her arms. A black miniskirt that hugged her was on too. She had on diamond earrings to accompany her diamond nose ring, Stilettos ran up her legs and clacked the floor beneath the spiked heel. Her face was scowling and glaring at the drooling and ogling 7th and 8th graders as she sat off to the side, next to Liz.
The last and ABSOLUTELY NOT LEAST (I would have looked at her first, but I knew if I looked, I wouldn't be able to turn away) was the stunning Cammie (but saying just 'stunning' would be the biggest and I mean, BIGGEST understatement in the history of underestimation). Her aureate and amber, cappuccino hair was smoother than ever and it was like some god had combined silk and gold to make the lusciously thick strands flowing past her shoulders, it was straight and styled like she just came out of a salon. Cammie's face held light make-up; lighter than the others, and it brought her natural look out even more, her skin was practically glowing and my eyes were like moths attracted to that light.
From her small amount of make up her large, sapphire eyes stood out more than usual from behind the dark heavy lashes and I couldn't tear my gaze away. Her lips had the full and glossy look to them and I felt the urge to kiss her flood through my body like a tsunami hitting me dead on. It was as if she was just begging someone to come up and press her lips to hers (which was starting to drive me crazy…in a good way).
I was so caught up and admiring her that I didn't look at her clothes yet. She had dark denim designer boot-cut jeans (almost black) on that wound tight around her hips and legs. An electric blue (almost cyan) graphic T-shirt that was a V-neck, it read in distressed lettering "You've Never Seen A Pretty Girl Act Tough" I smirked when I read it, it definitely fit her, I might have more if it wrote "Beautiful" or "Gorgeous" or something other than just plain old "Pretty" but it still fit. Her royal eyes looked even more darker now from the difference of the light shade of blue in a word or two, it was either addictive or seductive…probably both, in my opinion.
New looking One Star High-tops were on her feet, the color was a smoky, navy blue that from a distance looked black. A midnight blue, charcoal black, and steel gray hoodie that fit her like it was a second skin was over the T-shirt, the saying was being worn proudly since the zipper wasn't connected. I saw from the back that there were sliver, metallic wings printed with a pattern of silver and diamond rhinestones covering the fierce feathers of the wings…calling her an angel wasn't as farfetched anymore….She sat in front of me.
"Hey Tour Guide," she greeted, I couldn't respond right away, along with my breath that she took away from me when she stepped in the room, Cammie had taken my voice with it. I quietly gasped in a breath so my voice wouldn't sound shaky or unsteady and I smirked,
"Hey Gallagher Girl," I said back, my voice was pretty even and still…but I can't say the same for my legs, even though I was sitting, I felt my legs shake and vibrate as if I had just ran the longest and most agonizing marathon I had ever faced in my entire life and now my legs were shutting down.
"So, did you finish that HX15 Code yet, Jonas?" I hear Liz asked Jonas, she was munching on some chicken as Jonas's smile turned even brighter and they launched into a full blown conversation of cracking codes, making firewalls, tracking viruses, and everything else computer! They are so right for each other. I smirked and thought back to when Jonas was afraid of girls, and now, he was further in a relationship than me. And his girlfriend just so happens to be best friends with my future girlfriend.
I overheard Grant talking about some rock group with Bex and Macey was giving advice on applying make up to that Eva Alvarez who was clutching her pink compact. Cammie and I started talking about…everything in general, we talked about the different James Bond movies and how spy-wannabe 007 was, we talked about the civilians we met earlier today and she told me that the girl Logan had brought to the school was Griffin's sister! I was furious and a thought burst into my head…he wanted to do that with Cammie before, I felt a rush of white rage pass through me and it faded, but only slightly. I looked around the room, no sign of Logan, which usually is a good thing, but now, I wanted him here…I wanted to beat that damn asshole to hell right now and then. I'll find him, he can't hide, I persisted. A feminine stopped my future rampage though.
I felt the hand stop me as I was about to get up, it wasn't Cammie's because she was sipping tea and staring at the person behind me, I turned and saw that it was an amused Ms. Jordon. I sat back down, sullen that I couldn't unleash any maneuvers or forbidden moves on my ass of a classmate (HOW'D THE HELL DID HE GET IN BLACKTHORNE ANYWAYS?!). Cammie seemed disappointed that nothing was going to happen to Logan either. But as Ms. Jordon walked away back to a grinning Solomon I just noticed the note, the strange and ransom-like looking note told me it was from her again. Another mission already? I thought as I looked at the note between Cammie and I. I reached out for it and unfolded it.
To: MAsk & ChameL30n
HAwk Is Taken CAre 0F . . .
tRust m3* ;)
~DAgg3r*
I smirked, yes, me and Cammie could do some serious damage to that man-whore, but getting whipped by a professional spy that's had at least 18 years of experience must be worse, and since he's such a sexist pig, having the living shit beat out of him by a women should hurt whatever sick pride he has. I saw a cruel, dangerous, and insanely hot smile appear on Cammie's face as she read the note, a spark of bittersweet justice was in her eyes. When she looked at me, I knew that we were both thinking the same thing: Logan's dead (which isn't that exaggerated, if you think about it, I mean: Dangerous Spy teachers + Annoying, Perverted Asshole = Asshole with broken bones…simple math). My eyes fleeted to the teacher's table to send a look of gratitude but what I saw were two empty spots at the head table and two placemats gone, not leaving a crumb, as if no one was even there in the first place.
"So…Gallagher Girl, that happens a lot? Your God-dad mysteriously disappears?" I asked her as she looked at the door, I saw a hint of a smile that said "I should have seen that coming" on her beautiful face.
"Not a lot, sometimes though, if it weren't for the note, I would've though that he ran off with Dana to elope or something," she joked, I laughed, I knew there was something between them…weird, but I knew it (like always). Wow, even the teachers are hooking up faster than me, I thought, but a stroke of envy wavered through me and I realized something…I was annoyed, I was annoyed to death with all the 'just friend' connection with me and her. And the vow I swore in town had appeared in my head…floating around as if it were silver letters and I was reading them in my head…I'd make it into reality…I left the platonic relationship when I stepped out of the van to do brush passes and Ms. Jordon's challenge and when the cover story had started.
The little alarm clock in my head had rung and I drank the rest of my water and got up, Grant and Jonas tore apart from their talks with Liz and Bex, following me. Cammie lead the way back to the West Wing while I went the opposite route. I thought back to Cammie…she hadn't eaten much…actually I think all she had for dinner was that tea, I didn't take in much detail of other things after Cammie made her entrance. She'll have to get something to eat, I thought getting a bit concern but an idea had crept its way into my head, a small smirk pulled at my face…perfect…
Time: 7:26p.m.
Location: Joe Solomon / Dana Jordon's office, Sublevel 1
P.O.V: Joseph Solomon
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Hawkson snapped. I kept my face emotionless when in reality, I was furious. He was probably the largest brat in the world! We (meaning, Dana, Tristan Campbell, Paul Hendricks, Renaldo Gomez and I) had him cornered in my office (that I need to share with Dana now…I don't mind though) he was sitting in a metal chair on the other side of my desk. No one was sitting, just standing around him to get the answer…well, besides Dana she was sitting on the desk not really paying attention, but I've known her long enough, she was listening and encrypting what Mr. Hawkson's actions were.
"Look, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to the Dining Hall to get some food," he proceeded towards the door, the three other teachers stood there, insulted and surprised at Mr. Hawkson's lack of respect, I just stood there, silently fuming. As his hand was about to reach for the cold handle, a voice colder than the air of Sublevel 1 rang in the office,
"Are sure you want to do that?" Dana said, her eyes were hard and as cold as ice, with a voice to match her codename. Without turning around, Mr. Hawkson's obnoxious response was,
"Look, Dana--" Wrong move, I thought, but as he began to turn around the next thing you know, there's a fine line of pink going horizontally across his left cheek, beads of bright blood had started to seep out of the skin. On the thick steel door behind him, was the glisten of a thin needle that had pierced the exit door and was now stuck there, the smooth silver of the needle had a slight copper tint of blood. In the next flash, Dana is in front of Logan and takes hold of his tie and slams him into the steel wall of my office. The bookshelf on that wall rattled from the impact. Dana's next words had an overdose of venom,
"No, you look, kid, first off, don't call me Dana, you'll refer to me as Ms. Jordon, got it?" her voice was calmed which made it the only more scary. This was the attitude that got her into the highest ranking of interrogators in the CIA and the rest of the Alphanet (FBI, CIA, NSA, etc.). Mr. Hawkson's head nodded quickly, fear was evident in his eyes as they stared terrifyingly into Dana's. Using only her right arm, she turned on her high heels and basically tossed him back into the steel chair. The other teachers looked astounded at Dana, I almost smirked, none of them had met an agent quite like Dana, her complete care-free and fun-loving attitude changed into a violent, dangerous and sly state that earned her status in different agencies, thus the famous "Dagger".
She walked slowly back to the desk, she had the impression of a dangerous animal circling its prey, I saw that her eyes were still the light copper-steel, the eyes that always came out during a mission (if you could call this a mission). I looked back at Mr. Hawkson, he was scared and wiping his cheek that was still bleeding. To a civilian, he may have looked calm, but if you noticed his body language you'd know how wrong you'd be. His fist that was clenched up into a ball was trying furiously hard to not shake, the way he slouched was a way of trying to stay clear of Dana, his eyes looked the other teachers directly in the eyes…he'd look at Dana's forehead instead of meeting the chilling gaze. Basically, he was a trapped animal, looking for a way out.
"Second," her voice commanded, she was leaning on the desk now, her arms supporting her. "Answer the god damn questions, or I just might have to aim that needle somewhere else," she threatened, her voice lead to a nerve-wrecking silence before Renaldo cleared his throat and started the interrogation…
Time: 10:49p.m.
Location: Room 252, West Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
"Hurry up, alright Cam! You don't wanna get in trouble!" Liz added as I bolted silently out the door of our room, I heard as I left a British accent,
"Liz, it's Cammie, we're talking about, she won't get caught!" Bex reassured, her thick British accent going against Liz's light Southern accent.
"But--" she protested, but the voice with no accent, the matter-of-fact and bored voice that I've heard talk about "family time" on TV with her cosmetic-crazed mother and Senator father.
"You're forgetting her codename aren't you?" Macey said, and the voices faded into murmurs, then to whispers, and then to nothing as I walked with poise and the steps of an agent on a mission…when really, all I'm doing is getting something to eat. I didn't eat any food at dinner, well, besides the herb tea (which was refreshing). I went two rights, a left, straight and one last right and BOOM I'm in the kitchen. It was huge and looked way newer than our kitchen back at Gallagher. The counter was gray marble and black granite, the cupboards were wooden, there were high quality stoves, microwaves, and ovens (each being improved by the NSA).
I looked at the brass, curved handle of the cupboards looking completely harmless (yeah, right!) I took out clip out of my hair that let my hair fall past my shoulders. I reached up and jammed the clip into an extremely small scratch on the handle. Others would have thought that it was just a used up handle, but I knew better…all the equipment in here was new, at least a day, there's know way that the handle would have been scratched, unless intentionally. I felt kind of disappointed, I need a real challenge. The clip vibrated and I heard a faint click coming from the cupboard, it flung open unexpectedly and a small jar of salt had fell out, thanks for my reflexes, I caught it in a swift motion and set it back. Let's get started…
I pictured what this looked like in my head, a girl that's dressed in dark purple cotton pajama pants, a black tank top, black and white Pumas with no make-up rustling (careful to leave everything in place from where it was before) through the cupboards. I'd probably look like a girl that was jacking food to bring to a slumber party or something. I almost laughed at the thought, I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the giggle that wanted to fling out of my mouth. Wow, I really need some sleep soon, I think I'll go delusional if I don't, the rational (what of think was the rational) part of my sleepy brain said. I reached through the different seasonings, vegetables, and fruit, wondering if this place had some regular ingredients to make a nice peanut butter and jelly sandwich or at the very least, some junk food (I'm not one of those girls that diet so much they become anorectic, one of the advantages of being a spy is that you're in constant motion and exercise). All I could find were the fresh fruit and vegetables and I know I'm 16 years old but I will still prefer some cherries or strawberries over asparagus (could you really blame me?).
I grabbed a glass dish that looked similar to a candy dish, I grabbed some fresh strawberries and looked for some whipped cream…I found it! I sprayed and watched as the paper white foam of low-fat deliciousness smoldered the bright crimson of the sweet, juicy berries. I had used so much whipped cream that you couldn't see one millimeter of the scarlet fruit, you wouldn't even had thought I even had strawberries if it weren't for the glass dish. Alright, I admit that I overdid it a bit and I tended to get messy with the creamy topping (says the girl that's acing her Culture and Assimilation class). Using my engraved silver spoon I scooped up a strawberry and dropped it in to my mouth. It was 11:04 when I was about three-quarters done with my snack, licking the combination of saccharine juice and milky fluff off my candy-coated (or well…fruit-coated) lips.
"You know," a voice said, "You should've eaten at dinner, then you wouldn't have to be here covered in cream," the teasing voice came from the door, but more specifically it came from the handsome, green-eyed boy leaning on the door frame. Zach Goode.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, completely ignoring his question. It always seemed that I saw this kid at night somewhere in this building…first the hall of the library where he mistook me for an intruder…second the time where he heard me singing with Dana (I still haven't figured out why she wanted me to brush up on the vocal and guitar stuff…and not just music either…it was dancing, acting, anything with performing…)…and now he finds me eating strawberries smothered with whipped cream in my pajamas in the kitchen. He shrugged and strolled over to me, I realized he was in dark sweat pants and a tight, green t-shirt he pulled up a chair at sat next to me. I saw Zach's muscles (which shown very, very well from the shirt) change positions and I knew that he was going to grab my spoon before he actually did.
"Aw, I can't have some food too?" his voice was sarcastic and I smirked at him, I was pretty sure that it wasn't Zach's I-know-something-you-don't smirk or Macey's I'm-prettier-smarter-and-better-than you smirk, I guess it was my own, I just don't know what to call it yet.
"I'm pretty greedy when it comes to my sweets," I told him (not that much of lie though) and all he did was smile and laugh, making another attempt for the dish I held it right out of reach. I laughed all the while I was doing it, Zach's arm was moving past me reaching for the dish--he looked like a 6 year old and I was his older sibling that was taking something he wanted. His waving arm seemed to slowing stop moving back and forth, like a pendulum that didn't get enough force to continue swinging. I felt his hot breath on the side of neck and repressed a shiver that attempted to shoot it's way from up and down my spine. His arm had somehow made it way around me so now I was being pulled towards him. As weird as this all sounds (which it probably does), I didn't resist.
The next thing I know, I'm being cradled by Zach. His muscular arms were wrapped around me as if guarding me; shielding me. I felt his cheek was resting on the top of my hair, and I hadn't felt so grateful for Macey's European, TRESemme-brand hair products that she had planted into my regular shampoo bottle. I was leaning against a brick wall, he was harder than steel! But somehow, it felt comfortable to be near him (maybe those weird pheromones that are supposed to drive girls insane work…'cause I felt like I was going out of my mind!). I admit that, it was pretty awkward getting in that position at first but I felt it melt away like the whipped cream on my tongue. I raised my head a bit, making Zach raise his head too, I was going to say that I needed to go back to my room but I was stopped, stopped by a pair of lips being molded onto mine.
And I don't know if it was the romantic, moonlighted setting with a guy like Zachary Goode or possibly I didn't pick a can of whipped cream and instead, picked some type of prototype chemical that the CIA was working on but I felt my lips brush gently back onto his.
Time: 10:57p.m.
Location: Blackthorne Institute Kitchen, Center Building
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
Two rights. A left. And straight ahead. I was walking towards the kitchen, only clad in my pajamas. As the door that led to where the chefs did their magic appeared before me, I heard the very faint of shoes that padded on hard tiled floors. They were tennis shoes, for sure (I'm just that good, what would you expect from me?). I crept up to the dark wood that almost looked black from the shadows that smothered it, and thanks to my vast knowledge I opened the door silently, without the click (all I can say is that I used a quarter).
I peered into the 5-star kitchen and saw her. The calm and serene blue eyes seemed like they lit the entire room, like her personal flashlights. Her creamy skin looked smoother in the moonlight. Her golden strands and dark caramel brown tones were let free and the dim lightly created an amber halo around her. It was none other than Cammie.
I almost smirked, I knew she would be there, but actually seeing her and just looking at her struck me hard. My thoughts seemed to wipe away as she walked around the kitchen, she was in a silk, black tank top that showed off different curves, plum-colored pajama pants that were a bit loose, with black and white shoes that looked like Pumas. From what I could see, there wasn't a speck of make up on her face. Natural Beauty, I thought vaguely. I decided to break the silence.
"You know, you should've eaten at dinner, then you would've have to be here covered in cream," I said, teasing her. Cammie's strawberry pink lips had hints of whipped cream on them, she looked younger than before and went from gracefully beautiful to irresistibly cute. I couldn't keep my smirk off my face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice was accusing. I smirked more and just lifted my shoulders up for a shrug. Could anyone look that cute while annoyed? I thought as I grabbed the back seat of an extra chair and set it next to hers and sat down. I did my best not to look too long at her, I knew I'd look like a complete idiot (well, I could never look like an idiot, but it's an expression) if I started drooling on her like the rest of my class (even though, I'm still not sure if Cammie realizes that there is a trail of saliva from where she walks that belong to…well, basically our whole grade and a few juniors).
The air around us wasn't as cheerful like the other times I've been with her…so I did the first thing that popped into my head…make her laugh. I sloppily dove for her dish and like I knew she'd do, she pulled it out of my reach.
"Aw, I can't have some food?" I asked, my voice was sarcastic and her response only made me smile.
"I'm pretty greedy when it comes to my sweets," she told me, a smirk of her own shown on her beautiful face and I felt myself falling harder and faster for her. The words "I love you, Cammie" were dying to break out of my mouth and whisper into her ears. Her smirk was something like, good-but-not-good-enough and I couldn't help but think of how hot she was. I acted like a kid and tried to reach over her instead of acting like a spy and using the Rowedley Maneuver on her. My plan worked as I heard the musical sound of Cammie's laughter. Mission Accomplished, I thought happily…that's when I realized how close to Cammie I was, our faces were mere inches away. I vaguely noticed that my moving arm was slowly coming to a halt and slipped itself around her waist, closing the inches from our face into, centimeters, centimeters into millimeters until there was no space at all between our lips.
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