The next two weeks were a breeze. Just going to classes, which were as always easy, and annoying Cammie as much as possible.

Well that last one was a little difficult since it seemed like she was avoiding me like the plague. But then again that only made it more fun.

One day at lunch I was talking to Joe. He nudged me as Cammie walked in and grinned,

"There's your girl."

I glanced to where he was looking and rolled my eyes.

"Nice pick," he commented seriously. "Of all these girls, I'm not that surprised that she's the one you picked, buddy. But watch out, she's more than she seems."

Then we both gazed at her, studying her. I know Joe was starting to tell that I had a small crush on her. He teased me about it constantly and nudged me whenever she was around.

After two weeks we had a CoveOps assignment. Grant and I sat beside Joe in the van, all the girls started whispering about being on an assignment with *gasp* boys.

I mean come on, guys are not that foreign. We didn't mind being gazed at and worshipped wherever we went, but it was still just a little bit frightening. You'd think that half of them had never seen a guy, well one their age, in their whole life.

By the end of Joe's instructions I gathered this; our cover was to be the snooty private school kids everyone in this small town already thought we were. Our mission was to complete brush passes with a coin, pretty simple.

A cute Asian girl beside Grant struggled to get on a camera pin. Grant grinned at me before turning to her and saying,

"Allow me."

I struggled not to roll my eyes as I watched him pin it on easily and allow the girl to flirt with him.

"Pair off. Blend in, and remember we'll be watching," Joe continued to instruct as we started to hop out of the van.

As Cammie and her friend from the first assignment (whom I found out by this time was Bex, or British Bombshell according to Grant), were heading out Joe looked over at me, caught my eye, and winked. I didn't know what he was doing until he said,

"Oh no, Ms. Morgan. I believe you already have a partner."

I wanted to laugh when I saw the gleam in Joe's eyes.

I could have hugged him.

When Cammie realized that I was her partner, let's just say she wasn't the happiest person in the world at the moment.

"Come on, Gallagher girl. This should be fun," I started as I headed to the square, excited for a chance to make a better impression on her.

I saw her gazing sadly at everything we passed by, dazing off as she thought. Then I remembered that boy from last semester, the one that she had sneaked out of her school to see. Apparently it was all true.

She was gloomy as we walked and I imagined she was thinking about all her previous memories here with him. I stretched out on the steps of the gazebo as I nonchalantly asked,

"Come here often?"

She shrugged.

"I used to, but then the CIA made me promise to stop," she answered truthfully, although she probably didn't understand that I knew how honest she was being.

I laughed quietly at her answer and looked intently at her. The sun was right in my eyes though, making it kind of uncomfortable.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and leaned back on the stairs, deciding that since I had some time there was no point in not relaxing. The sun beamed down gently on me and it felt really good to be outside in the fresh air.

"So what about you?" she blurted. "Exactly where does the Blackthorne Institute call home?"

She seemed to be very interested, unfortunately I couldn't tell her. Plus, I would rather remain mysterious.I opened one eye and looked at her.

"Oh. That's classified." I cocked an eyebrow.

She squinted her eyes and grounded her teeth.

"So you can sleep inside the walls of my school, but I can't even know where yours is?" she exclaimed.

She was really ticked off. I couldn't help but laugh again, her fury was really amusing.

She had no idea what my school was like though. She probably thought that all spy schools were like hers. Beautiful, majestic, a mansion for private schooled kids. But our cover was so much different. Dark, dreary, cold, modest. A detention facility for the bad kids was our cover.

Needless to say it wasn't where you'd want to spend your summer holiday.

"Trust me, Gallagher girl, you wouldn't want to sleep in my school," was all I said.

I could see her thinking furiously, trying to decode what I said.

"What do you mean? Why can't you tell me?" she pleaded.

I sat up. I wasn't going to tell her, but I wanted her to believe me. Just to take me at my word, I wasn't trying to annoy her by not telling her (although I admit I didn't mind it). I was trying to protect her innocence. She thought that every spy school was as great as hers, I couldn't reveal the secrets of mine.

"Just trust me, Gallagher girl." I replied.

I sat with my elbows on my knees and gazed into her face. Her eyes were now a light bluish greenish, they seemed to change colors depending on her surroundings. She was watching me, studying my every movement, probably wondering who I really was. I looked deeply into her eyes, wondering what she really thought of me.

"Can you trust me?" I softly asked. She didn't answer, but seemed to be pondering the question.

My eyes never left hers.

After a moment I heard Joe in my comms unit.

"There was an ATM behind you, Ms. Alvarez. ATMs equal cameras. Tighten it up ladies," he warned.

I nodded at his remark. Joe Solomon was right, as always. He was like an older brother to me. He was one of the best spies I knew.

"Solomon's good," I commented.

"Yeah. He is," she replied.

"They say you're good, too," I mentioned.

She froze and gave me a puzzled look, like she had no idea what I was talking about. Like she was surprised that I of all people would say that.

"Okay, Zach," Joe said. "Without turning around, tell me how many windows overlook the square from the west side."

"Fourteen," I replied quickly, not loosing stride. As a spy we notice everything, even subconsciously.

I thought about Cammie's reaction again. It seemed like she didn't even know she was a legend. That was surprising, I thought she would be gloating.

"They say you're a real pavement artist," I continued. I stopped and leaned back on the steps again.

I wanted to make her realize how amazing she was. How she was quickly becoming a legend, how every spy knew her name. I also wanted to try to let her see that I wasn't embarrassed to admit it.

"You know," I began. "It's probably a good thing we got to tail you in D.C. If you'd been following me, I probably never would have seen you."

It was true, she was like a chameleon. She just blended into every environment with ease. She didn't say anything. She just abruptly turned around and walked away.

What did I say?

I was only trying to be nice, to have her realize how great she was and she just walked away, like she was mad at me. I went over what I had just said in my head and suddenly I stopped.

Was she upset because I had said that I probably never would have seen her? Did she want me to see her? Did she like me? Even though I'm a spy, these questions were getting confusing. Her actions didn't match with her words.

She acted like she hated my guts, but then why else would she walk away?