One Mistake & No Survivors
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.
Chapter Six
The Peasant Girl and The Prince
One Year Ago, Kameryn's POV
I sit down in a chair across from Agent Newman. A recorder sits in the middle of the table, already on.
"You may begin your statement." Agent Newman says.
"Kameryn Grace Clarke, age sixteen, July 14th. On December 14th, the headmaster of St. Morris's assigned myself, along with Elena Caridth, Amanda Anderson, and Erika Castriel were assigned to protect Big Time Rush, a boy band consisting of Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia…and Logan Mitchell, from an unknown threat, later discovered to be wanted spy Charles West. West was apprehended, along with five traitors from St. Morris, Ciri Russo, Janessa Manning, Samantha Tyler, Astoria Greenbaum and Vivian Gold."
"Over the course of your mission, you became a romantic relationship with Logan Mitchell, much as your teammates did with other members of Big Time Rush, correct?"
"Yes, that is correct." I say, my heart pounding in my chest from pain. "I did have a romantic relationship with Logan Mitchell.
"Do you have any intentions of resuming this relationship with Mr. Mitchell at anytime in the future?"
"Well, I didn't leave him heartbroken last night for fun, if that's what you mean." I snap. Agent Newman looks rather startled by my comment, so I calm myself down and rephrase what I meant.
"I have no intentions of having a relationship or any contact with Mr. Mitchell again in the future."
Present Day
I sit at my desk in the front of my classroom, grading papers. My students, a class of thirteen year olds, chatting quietly among themselves, waiting for the bell to ring. As soon as the bell rings, all of them are out of there seats, waving goodbye to me. I wave back and as soon as the last kid is out the door, I lean my head back and sigh to myself.
It's not like I don't enjoy teaching; I actually found that I have a knack for it. It was just that I felt like something was missing from it, something that could bring a spark back into my life.
My students loved me. I teach one fifth grade class, a sixth grade class and a seventh grade class. All my students my sixth and seventh grade students tell me that they love and are the best camouflage teacher that ever had. My fifth grade students love me too, as it is there first year here and have nothing to compare me too, as St. Morris begins education for students in fifth grade.
Several knocks come at my door and I see several of my fifth grade students standing in the doorway. I gestured for them to come in, and they all race towards my desk at the front of the room. I recognize two of students, Marcie and Jenny, along with three other girls who I do not have as students.
"Annabelle, Maria, and Elizabeth don't believe us!" Marcie says pointing to each girl as she said their names, then stamped her foot. "They don't believe the story about the girl and the prince who fell in love, even though they came from different worlds!"
"That's because princes only marry princess!" Annabelle, the girl with dark brown hair says.
I laugh a little. "Would you like me to tell the story?" I say. The five girls nod their heads in exicetment. They sit on desks and I sit forward in my chair.
"Once upon a time, a girl met this prince. He was perfect. He had the looks, the charm, the personality that could make any girl fall head over heels for him. This prince could have any princess in the whole world, but he fell in love with a peasant girl from another kingdom. But the peasant girl had a secret that could kill. You see, the peasant girl was actually a knight. Despite this, the prince still fell in love with the peasant girl. They loved each other very much, and survived through a terrible war because of their love. But the peasant girl knew it wasn't safe for her and the prince to be in love. So the peasant girl left the prince, never to return to him."
"Did the prince search for the peasant girl?" Maria asks, dark brown eyes wide.
"Oh yes. He showed up at her doorstep. He made pleas for her to come back, as he loved her that much."
"And did the peasant girl ever return to the prince?" Elizabeth asks.
"No, she didn't. But she still loves the prince very much."
The bell goes off. "You girls are going to be late if you don't go now." I say.
The five girls groan but leave anyways. I wave goodbye and as soon as they're gone, find my fingers opening one of my desk drawers. I pull out the picture and place it on my desk.
The colors on it are fading away, but the memory inside of me burns brighter than the colors ever did. Elena had taken it when Logan and I weren't looking. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and he had his around my waist. My head rested against his neck and were dancing slowly to the music, lost in the moment.
One day, one of my fifth grade students, Miranda, asked me to tell another girl, Annie, that love stories were real. So I told them the story of the peasant girl and the prince, and despite the fact that they came from different worlds, they still fell in love. Annie and Miranda told a whole bunch of girls, and now once a week I told the love story of the peasant girl and the prince. Of course, none of the students who knew the story actually knew that I was the peasant girl and Logan was the prince. All of the story is true; how I fell in love with Logan, to how I left him, to how he showed up at St. Morris's searching for me.
My cell phone ringing pulls me out of my thoughts. I quickly put the picture away and answer it.
"Hello?" I say into the receiver.
"We have a problem." Amanda voice's says. I almost drop the phone at hearing her voice. I haven't talk to her, Elena, or Erika since last December and truthfully, I thought it would stay that way.
"This is the first time I hear from you in a year, and the only reason you're calling is to say that 'we' have a problem?" I say. "Last time I check Amanda, there was no 'we' anymore. Do you what happened last year? Tomorrow is the one year anniversey."
"Erika is going to Los Angeles." Amanda says, completely ignoring everything I just said. "She's going to visit Carlos."
"That's not my problem. And are you positive she's visiting Carlos? Last time I heard, Elena and her brother were in Los Angeles on business."
"No, she's upset even more lately, especially since the anniversary is tomorrow. I know where she's going Kameryn, and Erika is going to Los Angeles to see Carlos. Do you know what will happen if she sees Carlos? It will destroy their lives and ours. It took exactly a year for all of us to reach a point where we can finally move on. And if Erika sees Carlos, everything we have worked so hard for in the past year will be destroyed."
"Amanda, this isn't my problem." I sigh. "Erika is your partner. I'm a teacher now, not a field agent like Erika and you. Solve this yourself and don't call again unless you actually want to talk about normal things."
"You and I should know better of all people Kameryn that there is nothing for spies to talk about."
I don't answer. I just hang up the phone and slam it down on my desk, practically breaking it in the process. Students begin to file into my room, and I calm myself.
"Today's lesson is on clothing." I say, writing down today's lesson on the board. Boys groan and girls cheer. I put on a fake smile, but Amanda's words ring in my head like a song stuck on repeat.