Christin Solomon

Chapter 4-A Friendly Review

Zach's POV

Cammie scrambled off of me and went to the entrance of the secret passageway. I peeked behind her and saw Christin leaning against the other wall, grinning mischievously. We stepped out and Christin wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

"Come on, we're going to go get Brawns and Brains." I laughed. That was the nickname for Jonas and Grant and fit them perfectly. Cammie kept glancing at Christin.

"How did you know?" She choked out, I smirked, and Christin wacked me in the back of the head for it. She was the only one allowed to do that.

"You didn't think I would authorize my little brothers to go to a school I knew little about?" Lie! Lie! Lie! No, you couldn't tell, at all. But I knew she knew a ton about Gallagher even before the exchange was put into thought.

"But the passageways. . ." Cammie's pride was hurt. I could see that.

"With Zach as a student and brother, you have to know everything about his environment. If you don't, the world could end as we know it." Christin gestured to the grandly decorated halls.

"But how did you find out?" Cammie groaned.

"Let's just say, I never take classified as an answer." Christin brushed off the question and I smirked at Cammie. When we got to her room and opened the door, it was very, very heated. Bex was lying on top of Grant and they were making out. Cammie looked shocked, I made some gagging sounds, and Christin went over to Bex's bed, grabbed Grant by the back of his shirt around his neck, and yanked him from under Bex and on to the floor.

"What the . . . oh" Grant was too tanned to tell he was blushing but chose to hide his face and looked down. Bex's eyes were wide and staring at Christin as if she was about to run away or kick butt.

"Come on, off the ground. You're not hurt." Christin nudged Grant with her foot and he stood up, head still bowed, and walked into the hall.

"Don't worry Bex; there will be plenty of time for making out later." Christin reassured as we left the room and Grant fell in on Christin's left. She bumped into him teasingly and he automatically bumped back. Finally he looked up and gave her a half smile; she smiled in return and draped one arm on each of us.

"Jonas!" Christin called as Jonas exited the library, his hair really messed up compared to its usual neatness.

"So did you have a good time with Liz?" Christin asked, raising an eyebrow at the genius. Jonas blushed and nodded his head; she laughed, and took an arm away from me to ruffle his hair.

"Come on, we're reviewing today." She said as she started to lead the way out to the P&E barn.

"But I don't want to review." Grant whined.

"Sucks for you," She elbowed him in the ribs and he barely stopped himself from flinching. One of the things Christin enforced toughly was not flinching. It showed your enemies you were in pain and had turned the spot you were hit into a weakness.

"Okay, Zach and Grant, I want you to run ten laps around here, then I want you to do ten rolls going width wise a crossed the room, and Jonas, I'm going to explain a new plotting sequence to you so you can better understand location coordinates." She made a shooing motion and we both chuckled as we started to run around the barn. Ten laps was a piece of cake.

"Don't throw up." I teased Grant as we crouched to start rolling. This was to help us avoid bullets if they were being hit in the vitals area. The first time we did this, Grant threw up. Now it was a regular thing to tease him. When we finished, we sprinted back to Christin just as she finished explaining to Jonas.

"Got it?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I don't have a hear-ographic memory for nothing." Jonas had a photographic memory, but he could also hear and remember exactly. So we called it his hear-ographic memory.

"Good, run the Desert scenario. Jonas, you're extremely dehydrated, Zach you're the only one who's strong enough for him to lean on and still walk, and Grant, your father showed you an oasis in this area. You have to remember where it was for the sake that you all live." Christin backed up and disappeared into a room. Just because our teacher didn't seem to be able to see us, didn't mean we were going to slack off. Grant took point and Jonas leaned heavily on me. We had to act like this room was a desert, not only did it teach us about endurance and memorizing our environment, it taught us to act. Once in a while, Grant would mention some landmark that he remembered seeing when he was a kid, but he always sounded out of breath, as if talking was taking it out of him. Jonas really started to drag his feet and it was me carrying most of our weight.

"There it is! There's the oasis!" Grant faked wheezed and pointed at Christin who had three water bottles behind her.

"Jonas knows a vital piece of information I need for world dominance. Grant you're going to fight me first, if you fail . . . Zach is your last chance." Grant faked to the right and tried to bring a punch to her left, but she easily caught his fist and spun him around with his arm behind his back. In one swift motion, her foot swept out, and tripped Grant to the ground.

"You're exhausted; you couldn't fight if you wanted too. Zach, you're the last hope." She strolled toward me casually, but I stayed on guard. She snapped out with a roundhouse kick and caught me in my shoulder. I spun and tried to elbow her in the back, but she grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground so I landed on my back. Her foot rested on my back, keeping me down.

"You failed, you all did. Grant and Zach, because they weren't being smart enough fighters and Jonas who didn't consider his water supply as he took big gulps. I'll be the first to admit boys, I was way harder on you then I usually am. But this is my last year to teach you and I'm going to pack as much as I can in those little brains of yours. But remember, this was just a friendly review."