Author's Note: I am so sorry I haven't updated in a long time! Hopefully the two chapters I'm uploading today will make up for it :) I had a terrible case of writers block, and a ton of homework. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who is reading this! It means so much to me to know that people actually like what I write!

Disclaimer: Yeah… still don't own Gallagher Girls.

Recap:

"I could never forgive you." And with that I left the room.

The next few days all blurred together. I couldn't focus in any of my advanced classes, which was terrible. Especially in P&E when I repeatedly got kicked in the face, or punched in the stomach. It wasn't a pretty sight to say the least. But one day in the grand hall during breakfast Mrs. Morgan gave an announcement that changed everything.

"Today we welcome a new member to the Gallagher Academy staff, Mr. Ben Stiles. He will be taking the place of the last Advanced Encryption and Decoding teacher who had to go away on a mission. So everyone please give a warm welcome to Mr. Stiles!" Mrs. Morgan finished just as a middle aged man with short military cut black hair walked in. But the thing I found most striking about his appearance, was a small crescent moon shaped scar on his right cheek. Mr. Stiles walked up the aisle, with hundreds of eye glued to his back, and took a seat with the other teachers.

It then occurred to me that I was taking Advanced Encryption and Decoding and that he would soon be my new teacher. Carrie, who was shoving the last of her waffle into her mouth, swallowed, then turned to me and said, "He's kind of cute. That should help get your mind off of..." She then realized what she was about to say and shut her mouth. I had told her about Mr. Solomon being my dad and seeing how depressed I had been lately, she had made it her job to cheer me up and get my mind off of it. She also knew that I wanted to keep it a secret for a little while longer, so she finished the rest of her breakfast quickly and quietly.

The last couple of days in CoveOps class hadn't been too bad. My dad didn't bring up the fact that I was his daughter, and we got into some pretty interesting topics. I pushed everything to the back of my mind and acted like everything was perfectly fine. Which it totally wasn't, but since I was a spy in training that helped.

I had Advanced Encryption third block. And… it was interesting. Mr. Stiles talked for most of the class about his latest mission in New Zealand and how his history in encryption and decoding had saved his life. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet on his desk. Hands behind his head, totally relaxed. He was really funny too.

"Now what I'm passing out is a test." Mr. Stiles said passing out papers. "Well, a pre-test, to see how much you already know so that I can teach you new things. I mean what's the point of teaching you something you already know? You have five minutes, starting now."

I looked down at the paper and realized I had seen it before. It was a picture of a stone statue in the middle of a garden. My fath- Mr. Phyle, my ex-dad, had had a picture of it in his office. Luckily when I was home sick one day in second grade I was bored and wandered into the study. I had solved it in a few hours.

I quickly jotted down the answer and flipped over the sheet to show that I was done. Mr. Stiles gave me a questioning look, walked over and picked up my paper. He studied it for a few seconds then smiled with amusement. He bent down and whispered, "Very good Ms. Solomon."

I was shocked. I did my best to not show it, but I doubt I succeeded. How on earth had he figured that out? I mean, he had only been there for a few days. I tried to come across as confused, but he just laughed quietly to himself.

The bell rang and Mr. Stiles said, "Times up. Please leave your papers on my desk."

As I walked out of the room I could feel his eyes on me. I really hoped he wouldn't tell anyone. It was then that it occurred to me that maybe Mr. Stiles had known Mr. Solomon before he had come here. They were probably old buddies, or something. But no matter what it still bothered me.

"What was that all about?" Said a voice from behind me. I turned to see that it was Carrie. I asked her what she was talking about and she said, "What did he say to you?"

"Oh, um he just told me that I did a good job." I said shrugging. That must have satisfied Carrie's curiosity because she dropped the subject.

The next day in CoveOps, as we were all gathering up our stuff, Mr. Solomon called me up to his desk. I thought about just ignoring him, or pretending I didn't hear him, but somehow I found myself standing before his desk and asking him what he wanted.

When everyone had finally cleared out of the room, he said, "Meg, I wanted to be sure that you know that even though I did those terrible things, I still love you unconditionally. You're my daughter, and I'll always love you." When I didn't say anything he continued. "I've been thinking about what your mother would think of all the choices I made, and realized that she would be ashamed of me. I truly am sorry."

"No you're not." I said, even though I could tell he meant what he said, I was really mad at him, and I wasn't ready to forgive him.

"Meghan, I didn't get to see my own daughter for sixteen years. I missed out on your whole childhood. I never got to hear your first words, or teach you how to ride a bike. Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me too?" I hadn't really thought about that. I began to feel really bad for everything I had said, but I realized that even though I was mad at him, I really did care about him.

I could've been wrong, but I swear he had tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Then I realized that I did too. I walked around to his side of the desk and gave him a hug. I don't know why I did it, but it just felt right.

"I'm so sorry daddy."

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