N/A 1: Thanks to the amazing help that Raven-of-the-forests gave me, I could make some changes in this chapter! I corrected the mistakes and I hope that you guys like it! So thank you again, Raven! You're awesome!

I deleted the other chapter and I don't know if I lost my reviews because of that, I hope not! The "N/A 2" is the one that I wrote for the other chapter!

N/A 2: Hey guys, read this note before read the chapter, it's important! I don't know where my beta is. She didn't answer my e-mail or my messages and I don't know what happened. So, I don't want to make you guys wait anymore, so I'll post the chapter without her corrections! There will be mistakes here, so I'm already apologizing.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Spying

Cameron woke up in a bad mood, he hated wake up early. He flung the pillow against the cell, which persisted in whistling. He had gone to bed early the previous night, about eleven o'clock, but it doesn't mean that he would be okay with get up at half past six. He staggered to the bathroom where he washed his face and was able to analyze the fine reddish mark around one eye. If you looked closely you could still see it, but it wasn't that bad anymore.

He brushed his teeth, showered and dressed in jeans and black T-shirt V-neck and a cardigan on top, all very expensive. He was one of the few guys in college who could have this style and be considered stylish, and have the girls in his feet.

His cell phone beeped and he checked. It had five unread messages for Lindsay and another one had just arrived. He ignored it once more. He took the car keys and left. His mother waved goodbye as he walked through the dining room. She doesn't waste time trying to convince the child to eat breakfast, because she knew that he wouldn't.

The weather was cloudy and started drizzling so Cameron arrived in the classroom a little late. The immense class with an average of seventy seats was almost completely full. Once he set foot in the doorway, he saw Lindsay, Newell and Fernandez waving and pointing to an empty seat in the middle of them. "Pathetic," Cameron thought rolling his eyes. Then his eyes fell on brown hair and blue eyes. The math class was combined with the classes of Information Systems and Foreign Trade, which indicated that the Golden Trio was brought together talking and laughing foolishly.

"Pathetic," he thought again. There was an empty seat two seats behind McGinty and he remembered Nikki's advice: "Investigate him". Before he could think of something else, someone cleared his throat behind him, making him turn around.

- Mr. Mitchell, could you excuse me, if isn't too much trouble? - A tall man, about thirty-eight, with dark hair perfectly arranged and green eyes stared at him.

Thomas Grant Gustin was his godfather, but insisted on formalities when they were in public. For Cameron there were no problems regarding that, as long as he sent great gifts for Christmas and his birthday ...

- Excuse me, Professor - Cameron finally forced to enter the room and his feet carried him to the empty seat that was spotted a few seconds. He could hear the cry of frustration from Lindsay.

The class was silent so Grant came in and everyone started to withdraw their materials from backpacks.

- Keep your materials - ordered the teacher instead of the polite "good morning". - I only want pencil and eraser on the table, you have a surprise test. Do I need to say more? - Added maliciously causing nervous reactions among students, giving a sarcastic smile.

Cameron, however, wasn't shaken. He always had facility in mathematics. He saw Larsen, who sat beside McGinty, look to whisper something to him and listened.

- Man, I'm screwed - lamented the dreadlock guy. - I didn't understand anything of the last class! I was hoping that you would explain it to me today!

- Hey! - Von Bleicken was indignant. - I already explained it to you and you guarantied me that you understood, Sam!

- I had more interesting things to watch as your eyes, your hair, your mouth ...

Cameron rolled his eyes to Von Bleicken who was trying to look serious and control the blushing at the same time.

- I can pass the answers to you, Sam - Cameron's eyes widened when he heard the Holy McGinty promising cheat for his friend, who gave a relieved smile, but Von Bleicken chimed in again:

- No, Damian! Gustin hates you and if he saw you doing it wouldn't be good!

- But what about Sam, 'Rissa?

- Yeah! What about me? - Larsen questioned making Cameron drop a cynical chuckle.

Von Bleicken had the same reaction as him. The teacher got closer and they cast wary glances to the man.

- Okay, I'll do this for you, Sam - surrendered to the girl. - But if we are caught up I swear I will break up with you!

Larsen stood up enough to pop a kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, who was sitting right in front. Cameron pretended to be stricken by retching.

- Damian – Samuel called. - You want to go home for dinner tonight? Mom will do chicken fingers and asked me to call you and Chris.

- Um, I'm sorry Sam. I can't, I have volleyball training today at half past seven….

"Good, McGinty," thought Cameron "Any excuse is valid to escape a family dinner at the touch of rabbits. It must be terrifying."

- Oh, okay then ... - he tried not to show his disappointment.

- Finished talking? - Asked the teacher with a venomously voice – Can I give the test to you, or will I have to give your grades before you even do?

- No, sir - Larsen murmured, half scared, half defiant.

Grant took one last look of deep dislike to the three - Fancy uniquely addressed in the McGinty - and continued to distribute the papers. Cameron focused on his exame, while staying aware of the three ahead. A few minutes before he finished his calculations, he noticed a leaf of paper being passed quietly to Larsen's desk.

Cameron was one of the first to deliver the test and left the room towards the upper floor, where he would have the next class, notions of law. As he walked he remembered McGinty offering to cheat in a test to a friend. He never imagined that he would have done something like that. Maybe Nikki was right, maybe he still had much to learn about the boy, and could take much advantage to knowing his enemy. He remembered also that he would have volleyball practice tonight. The Administration team wouldn't have to practice anytime soon because they had lost. They should leave the court available for the winning teams, who would have a game the following month. But Cameron thought tonight would be a great opportunity to start his observation. He had a new object of study from now on and his name was Damian McGinty.

~ ~ dameron ~ ~

Cameron arrived in the waiting room with a satisfied smile on his face. He stopped in front of Nikki staring arrogantly into her eyes waiting for her to ask.

- So how was the meeting?

- Not bad - he said. - My ideas were applauded and I was allowed to do a project test with one of the teams. If the results are satisfactory, and I'm sure they will be, the project will be adopted for all programming teams. Now, this is not a surprise, isn't it? We both knew that I would be recognized. I was perfect!

- This is great, congratulations! - Nikki smiled maternally.

He smiled, winked at her and walked pompously to his office.

- Oh, I don't want to be bothered by today, ok? – he added before closing the door.

He walked to his desk and turned on the computer.

The Hipster says: Good afternoon, Angel!

.: Angel:. says: Wow what an excitement! Good afternoon to you too!

The Hipster says: Dude, I have so much to thank you for your last article. Your ideas were well received in today's meeting with employees. But, sorry about that, I got all the credit...

He had almost written that he had managed to impress his father, but thought he would look like a loser.

.: Angel:. says: Oh, great! Don't worry about the credits. I'm happy just knowing that my research is useful. Then, the results were positive?

The Hipster says: Actually I have to test it before the methods are actually built, but I'm sure everything will be fine. If you say you had tested, I'm confident.

.: Angel:. says: Thanks, man. But don't trust in me too much, ok? You have a specialized team; I'm just a curious student.

Just a curious student! Cameron had to recognize that his modesty didn't seem fake. Does he even exist? Wasn't he a product of his imagination desperate for new friends?

The Hipster says: Have you started your research for your next article?

.: Angel:. says: I'm trying. I started looking just now...

The Hipster says: What happen yesterday? I didn't see you online…

Cameron would never admit it, but he had spent a lot ot time online, seeing useless websites and checking the chat window every minute to see if he "The Angel" was online. When he was finally convinced that the other one wouldn't appear, he rented a movie and watched alone in his home theater - which, for the record, was in his own room. He use to call Lindsay in times like these to watch (or better: don't watch) together, but he didn't want to deal with the girl. He couldn't remember when was the last time that he paid attention in a whole movie, but this time he did it. He had chosen a movie called "Man on fire". He thought he would end the movie wanting to break into McGinty's house with a gun, but he end up almost crying like a little girl. He said "almost"? Yes, the "almost" is important.

.: Angel:. says: Yeah, I'm actually following some advice and getting away from the computer a little. I found that I was closing myself in my little world, you know?

The Hipster says: I understand! And what did you do to pass the time then?

.: Angel:. says: I studied a little music, watching a comedy with my friends, eating popcorn and drinking soda. Then I had pizza for dinner, do you believe? Pizza and chocolate cake in the middle of Monday! It was great to break the routine, I felt more alive than I ever felt in a long time.

Great, he probably had interesting friends. Now, Cameron couldn't imagine himself doing the same program with Alex and Matheus. They wouldn't understand jokes or anything in the film. It would be really fun ... He was also breaking his routine, away from those dumbasses, but wasn't feeling so alive.

The Hipster says: Sounds like fun. But hey, did you say you study music?

.: Angel:. says: Yes, I play piano since I was sixteen. Do you like?

Cameron's chin almost touched the tabletop. He had to reflect better about the possibility that the guy doesn't really exist.

The Hipster says: If I like it? Dude, I love piano! But my true passion is the guitar, but my father never allowed me to study ... he says that studying music is for the unemployed people.

.: Angel:. says: But there's still time! From what you say, you seem to be stabilized in your professional life, so it's time to take a little time for yourself, do what you want! Besides, your father couldn't control you anymore; you already have 24 or 25 years, right? You can do whatever you want, am I wrong?

Terribly wrong, actually. Cameron had almost forgotten the stupid little lies that he had told him. He almost regrets it. But who guarantees that the other wasn't lying too? Although somehow he really didn't believe in this possibility, he felt his conscience lighter.

The Hipster says: You are right, but it is much easier say than do ... You know, my stomach is complaining because you mentioned that chocolate cake a moment ago. I didn't eat anything since lunch, only took a sip of coffee so far. I'd give anything for a cake ...

.: Angel:. says: Ow ... don't talk about that, the cake is already over ...

Cameron realized that it was the first time they talked about something else other than the articles and that the Angel hadn't really stop being nice.

~ ~ dameron ~ ~

Seven-thirty, Cameron was coming to the college gym in the rain. He never used to go there, because their friends were not into sports. Lindsay was natural thin, Matheus was the laziest person in the entire world and Alex, well, Cameron doubted he could even see his "parts" without the help of a mirror.

The walls of the academy were glass and gave a perfect view to the large patio. On the opposite side, he could have a top view of a volleyball court, he had only to use one of the mats facing there. And that's what he did after change his clothes in the locker room, putting a black shorts and gray tank top shirt.

The training had just begun and Cameron started to watch McGinty's tactic! The team was divided into pairs to train and Cory Monteith, Captain, commanding them. The sound he shouted to the others didn't reach him because of the distance and the music that played in the gym while he calmly ran on the treadmill.

Well, until now there was nothing new. Monteith seemed to rebuke all but McGinty. That ass-kisser! Cameron began to really look at McGinty's tactics in order to analyze them and look for flaws. But half an hour later he had accelerated the speed of the treadmill and he was frowning. There were no mistakes! He always believed that McGinty had joined the team only because he was famous, to give more prestige to the team. Then he would raise the popularity of the team, which would raise the morale of players and McGinty would take all the credit for good performance in games, or for the lucky day. But the boy's reflexes were amazing. So far he hadn't made a wrong move, he seemed to guess the exact destination of the ball. How could this be possible?

Cameron felt the protest of his own legs. If he continues forcing his muscles like that he would have to leave his spot early with a cramp. He slowed down again and took a sip of water. McGinty also seemed thirsty. His face was red and sweaty and the shirt was sticking in his body. So he asked a time for Monteith while sitting in the stands, drinking a sip of water. The captain took the best player on the other side of the court as well and continued the game. All players had removed his shirt, except McGinty - what Cameron thought it was wise, because his body would disappoint the viewers.

There were two groups of girls watching the team and one or two older boys sitting around in the stands. The three girls in the group closest to McGinty whispered, laughed and cast covetous glances, but the boy didn't seem to have noticed. "What an idiot, he prefer looking at a bunch of sweaty men jumping instead of admiring the scenery right next him!" The girls finally decided to approach. The moron had risen to greet them when he could force them to lower themselves and admire the plunging neckline that they're wearing. They were chatting happily with him, but from what Cameron could tell, McGinty was not interested or he was trying to play hard to get. Cameron almost laughed when one of them, wearing a mini skirt, dropped a little unimportant something on the floor and bent down to catch. And to Cameron's utter amazement, McGinty had turned his attention to the game instead of looking what the girl generously was showing him. They even tried to catch his attention, but Monteith called him again and he said bye to the girls in a completely indifferent way. Cameron wanted to bang his head against the display mat. By the way, he was getting tired and there seemed a lot of training ahead yet.

He moved to the next bike and continued analyzing the behavior of the boy who survived. Either he was too innocent- which Cameron sincerely doubted- or he was gay. Okay, he didn't believe the last option because the boy had been with girls before. He seemed particularly happy when he was dating Larsen's younger sister in a short period of time between his sixteen and seventeen years. But then what is the explanation for such indifference when the girls were almost sitting in his lap? Was he looking for some girl ... special? Shy? How ridiculous ...

They continued training enthusiastically. At one point, McGinty was attacked by a cramp and Monteith ordered him to sit again. The boy seized the bottle of water again and Cameron realized that he was also thirsty. The little group of girls had gone and had three boys and a girl alone. This girl got up and walked over to McGinty, sitting beside him. Could this be the shy girl that he wanted? At least she was decently dressed and was a little shyer than the other girls. McGinty talked more easily with her, making her laugh. The girl seemed mesmerized, never took his eyes of him, but Cameron couldn't say the same about McGinty. He was dividing his attention between the training and the girl.

"Ok, McGinty, what's the problem with this one?" Cameron thought sarcastically while riding the bike. The girl said goodbye and McGinty returned to training but he had cramps again and there was no way they could continue training without the star of the team. McGinty sat on the floor, stretching his leg and dismissed the help of teammates. "Typical! He is so self-sufficient!" The boy was left alone on the court, took off his shoes and socks and began to stretch. Stretching like a cat, holding the fingertips without bending the knees, doing relaxation exercises. Cameron had to admit that he looked very well conditioned and flexible, he should practice a lot. Cameron made a mental note to improve his fitness.

When McGinty finally gathered his things and headed to the locker room, Cameron felt it was time to go. McGinty would be alone in the locker room. Nikki told him he had to quench his thirst to know more about the Irish boy habits, and he began to realize that she could be right about that. Now that he had begun watching him, he want to go until the end, he had to find something that really prove his theory about the boy.

Cameron took his backpack, water bottle and went straight for the locker room, leaving the gym. A damp wind and rain smell comes down while he walked around the gym and down the stairs toward the locker room of the court. As he imagined, there was nobody there except McGinty, who was with his head stuck in a cabinet and a towel tied around his waist. Cameron stopped at the door and waited to be noticed, but did nothing to draw Damian's attention. McGinty closed the closet and put a change of clothes on the bench behind him, and didn't seem to even notice the presence of someone else.

Cameron couldn't help but observing the other's body. When he looks at him wearing only a towel, he searched in his mind to remember if he had ever seen McGinty shirtless. The answer was no, especially because he now asks: where he gets the idea that McGinty was skinny? He was thin, certainty, but it was an elegant thinness in the right fit with its average height. His arms, which he never showed before, were turned to moderate and defined muscles. Well, he didn't have notice at all! After all, why he would watch McGinty's body? Now it was different: he was studying the other's body.

The boy's chest was flat, hairless, designed by the few muscles that the sport he had been presented. The rectus abdominus was defined covered in some rare hair below the navel that were lost in fluffy white towel. The shoulders were not much wider than their own and hips as well narrow in contrast.

McGinty took a black underwear with white stitching and put it under the towel, removing it from the waist and put to dry your hair with it. He was mad, according to Cameron. Dress up so casually without even noticing that he was being observ ... But he had to interrupt his train of thought to notice the boy's shapely thighs. And that ass! Steep, tight and ... bulky and...

"What the hell? I was checking McGinty's ass?" Cameron thought a little terrified. Well, he was just comparing with his own, right? That's it. Nothing more. Cameron had to admit he was wrong about him. How could he have been wrong so much? Perhaps because he just wear bigger clothes than his number. But then how the girls apparently saw it right under the ridiculous clothes he wore? "Well, maybe because they are girls," said a nasty little voice in your head.

McGinty finished wear his shirt buttons-wide - and began putting on shoes. Cameron thought it would better to be noted, because he didn't like the idea of being discovered looking at McGinty with much interest.

- Ow, you? - Scornfully said, dragging the words as if ponders whether to go or not.

McGinty looked at him with a raised eyebrow to copy his expression of disgust before turn his attention to his backpack, where he began to pack his belongings.

- No, is the Easter Bunny, Mitchell - said looking more tired than sarcastic. - I just got out of a volleyball training, so I have a reason to be here. And you?

- Well - Cameron entered once and dropped the bag on the bench, then sitting and beginning to untie the shoes - I was at the gym and the locker room was crowded and smelly, so I came here to see if there was a more breathable atmosphere but I see that I was wrong.

- You don't seem suffocated by what I see. If your disgusted face weren't so usual I would be worried.

Cameron's eyes narrowed and his lips curled, but decided not to reply. He had a better idea. He was willing to take a test if the reason the boy had ignored the girls it was because of his sexual preference. If he could prove that the other one was gay, Nikki will consider a valid reason to hate him? He got up and stripped off his shirt, stretching like a cat and staring at the boy next. Nothing, not even a furtive glance. Cameron huffed in disappointment. McGinty finally closed the bag and stood up throwing it to the back.

- Finally! - Cameron muttered sarcastically. - I thought you would stay here watching me take a bath!

McGinty rolled his eyes and laughed without emotion.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mitchell, but not everyone likes to be drooling over you, ok? I am satisfied with my body, I'm not jealous of anybody's, you don't need to be there showing off.

- Hey, I'm not showing off!

- Oh no? What about all this drama to take off your shirt then? You're so white that almost blinds me just for looking at you!

- This is envy, McGinty. My skin is pale and amazing and the girls love! But it's clear that you know nothing about it! - Cameron had approached him close enough to hit him, but far enough to dodge a blow.

McGinty gave a snort and took a step forward:

- Hey, Mitchell, I know you're dying to have me doing another purple mark on your pale skin - Cameron's eyes widened, his mind playing tricks on him with the image of Damian sucking his neck like a vampire, but wasn't exactly what the other said: - but I'm not going to hit you again. Your repertoires of insults are old, stop repeating it. I'm tired of it, you know? There's no fun to argue for such childish things with you. When you grow up you'll understand what I say. Live your life in peace and let me live mine! Forget that I exist, ok?

Cameron's jaw had fallen. He... he had nothing to say, had nothing to reply. Since when there's no fun in insult him? But he was excused from answering when someone came running in the locker room.

- Damian, I have some news… - a blond guy enter the locker room, all excited talking about something, but realized the tense atmosphere of the environment and fumbled. - Oh, er ... hum...

McGinty simply turned away from Cameron.

- Spit it out, Chord.

- Oh, Damian, I just find out. The college will compete in volleyball with Carmel! They are assembling a special team for the game, bringing the best players of all college courses. You need to register, Damian!

- How is it? - Cameron asked with shining eyes.

McGinty gave him a look of contempt before turning again to Chord Overstreet, one of the teammates in McGinty's team.

- Let's get out of here.

The two left the locker room and Cameron made a wry smile take over his face. He had to join this team! He had to prove to everyone that he was a great player, as good as McGinty. He would go on this team or his name was not Cameron Mitchell.

He took a shower and got dressed. The rain had stopped, but there were many puddles in the parking lot. Deactivated the alarm of his white BMW, entered, held the belt and started the engine. While leaving the parking lot swarming with thoughts in his head - the fight with McGinty and the latest news about the game against Carmel - it was then he noticed McGinty saying goodbye to Overstreet and walking to his car. He looked at the asphalt next to the boy's car and saw a puddle of water. Perfect!

He stopped the car with a manic grin on his thin lips, shifted into first gear and accelerated. He peeled out, passing by the puddle at high speed making it rain water to both sides. He laughed to see the face of astonishment and disbelief when McGinty got wet. He saw the boy's minute of hesitation before he looks at his own soaked clothes and tap his foot hard on the ground spreading more water to the sides. Nothing could have improved his mood more than that scene. And McGinty said that this isn't funny anymore ...