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Okay, without futher ado, Chapter Two!(: Enjoy...
I don't know what the hell you are talking about," I stated, showing none of the emotion that over welled me; shock, fear, astonishment. I didn't release my hold on the boy either, I only strengthened it.
"C'mon, Gallagher Girl, what are we, five? Let me up so we can talk," he said, still smirking. It made me wonder, was he born smirking?
"No freaking way. I'm not going to have a mature conversation with someone who broke into my house." I emphasized. Seriously, who does that? Well, maybe a spy, but he couldn't be a spy, no way. But then again, how did he know about Gallagher?
The boy sighed. In a flash, he somehow maneuvered his weight and rolled, so he was the one pinning me. Then, you guessed it, he smirked.
The boy opened his mouth to say something, but I spoke up first, "Who the hell are you? And why did you break into my house?" I said, though gritted teeth. I did not like being the one without the upper hand. I rarely don't have the upper hand, meaning, only when I spare with Bex.
The boy hesitated. I saw no emotion in his eyes, but I assumed he was contemplating if he should tell me or not. It's never safe to assume, Cammie. That little voice was right, it isn't, but I had nothing better to go off of, he was a pro.
"Wow, Gallagher Girl, losing your touch already? You've never seen me around? I most defiantly noticed you."
I really didn't like those words. Sure, this boy was absolutely gorgeous, but I was The Chameleon, after all. Being noticed isn't something that happens to me a lot.
"No, I have never seen you before in my life. What, do you get coffee at the same place I do, or something?"
"No, Cammie," he said, looking almost annoyed.
"Okay, what are you, a prev who happens to be stalking me, of all people? How do you know my effing name?"
"Alright, Gallagher Girl, if you are really that stupid,"
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
If he heard me he didn't show it. "Then I guess I'll tell you… if…"
I sighed; annoyed at whatever game he was playing with me. "What?"
"I'll tell you if you give me a kiss, right… here," he said, lifting his right hand to point to his smirking lips.
I took advantage of the vulnerable position he was now in, to flip us again. But this time, he was on his stomach, and I had his arm, twisted behind him, in a way that doesn't feel very good.
He cursed, maybe from the pain, maybe from the fact that I had him beat. "Ah, Gallagher Girl! That hurts like a mo-fo!"
"I bet it does," I said, twisting it even more out of its natural position. "Now, what is your name, and why the hell are you here?"
"If I tell you, then can we talk, like the adults we are?" he asked, probably just trying to push my buttons even more than he already had.
"Fine." I replied, putting more pressure on that arm.
"Goode, Zach Goode. I've got a mission for you, partner." he said, probably smirking.
That stunned me. A mission, really? But it could be a trap. He could be CoC. But, the name, Zach. Lizzie said that Macey was talking about him with that Nick guy. Maybe he really was CIA.
I had already beaten him twice, so I could defiantly do it again. Slowly, I released the pressure, and stood up. 'Zach', if that even is his real name, followed shortly after.
"Damn, Gallagher Girl, where'd you learn that? Solomon?" he asked, rubbing his arm.
"How do you know Solomon?" I questioned with my senses still on high alert.
"C'mon Gallagher, did you really think there was just a spy school for girls?" he asked me.
That actually explained a whole lot. How he knew about Gallagher, Joe, and me, for that matter.
"And I should believe you, because…?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, not giving in just yet.
"Because if you don't, I could kick your ass to prove it," he said, with another smirk.
"Yeah, sure, and exactly who is the one rubbing their arm in pain right now?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at Zach.
"I was going easy on you," he said, slinging an arm over my shoulder, "I'm not gonna hurt my partner,"
I quickly stepped out from under his arm, and took a couple steps back. Zach almost… almost frowned, but it seemed as if he caught himself, because it immediately transformed into a smirk.
"Not much of a hugger, now are we, Gallagher Girl?"
I rolled my eyes. "So, if you really are here for a mission, what exactly is it?" I asked him, not up for anymore games at this point.
"Oh, that's classified," he said, smirking, of course. Never the less, he handed me a crisp file, which must have been my cover. "I can't tell you most of the details yet, but you can know we have some back-up for this mission. Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton, Macey McHenry, Grant Newman, Jonas Anderson, and Nick Cross. Read you're cover, and pack for about a month. I'll be here at eight a.m. sharp. Don't be late, Gallagher Girl," with that, Zach slipped out of my condo, almost silently, but with a smirk on his face.
After the door closed behind him, I couldn't help but grin. This was going to be quite the interesting mission, I though, as I opened the file.
Operatives:
Cameron Morgan (Kaylie) – Chameleon
Rebecca Baxter (Natalie) – Duchess
Elizabeth Sutton (Ellie) – Bookworm
Macey McHenry (Tiffany) – Peacock
Zachary Goode (Jordan) – Shadow
Grant Newman (Jace) – Playboy
Jonas Anderson (Trevor) – Hacker
Nicolas Cross (Caden) – Hawk
Cover:
Friends going on a cruise to celebrate the engagement of Kaylie (Cameron) and Jordan (Zachary). All upper-class citizens who are snotty and used to getting the very best.
Natalie (Rebecca) and Jace (Grant) – Dating for two and a half years.
Ellie (Elizabeth) and Trevor (Jonas) – Dating for one year.
Tiffany (Macey) and Caden (Nicolas) – Dating on and off for three years.
Mission Objective: Classified
I was surprised to see the reason for the mission was classified, but seeing as the mission began tomorrow, we had to find out sometime in the near future.
Great, Zach and I would have to be a couple. An engaged couple, even worse. But a cruise with the girls will be so much fun. The off time from the mission (if there even is any) will be very well spent.
The ringing of my phone pulled me away from the file.
I had to pull the phone away from my ear from the squeal on the other end, "Ohmigosh! Cammie! Can you believe it? Our first mission! And it's with the cutest guys at Langley!" It was Macey.
"Hahah, I know, right? This is going to be awesome. So, you and Nick, huh?"
"Yeah, he is so amazing! Have you met…?"
"Zach. Yeah, I have," I said, finishing her thought.
"Really? Spill, Cam!" she said, with a squeal.
"There's not much too it. He broke into my house and…" I told her the events of the past hour.
"Did he really smirk that much?" she asked me, not believing it herself.
"Yeah, it was so annoying. I mean, it was like he was born smirking!" I said, giggling.
"Wow, so, need help packing?" Macey said, in a sly voice.
"Yes, please. I have nothing." I said, dragging out the last word.
"Don't worry, Cam. I already packed for you. I'm not letting this guy get away from you."
I sighed, not liking the topic, "Macey. You better not have put anything slutty in there. Did you, Mace?" I said sternly.
"That's for me too know and for you to find out. Bye Cam, see you at the airport!" She said. In a flash, she hung up.
"Great…" I muttered to myself, "I am screwed,"
Looking at my phone, it was already eleven. I really needed some sleep before my first mission. I quickly changed into some pajamas, and hopped into bed. I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillows.
"Gallagher Girl, open up!" there was way too much noise at eight in the morning. It was too much; the sound of banging at the door, and Zach's voice. Wait… Zach's voice?
"Crap!" I yelled, jumping out of bed. I ran to the door, and flung it open, "Ohmigosh, I am so sorry Zach! I totally overslept, sorry! Come in, please, I'll only be a couple minutes. Sorry!"
I didn't wait for him to respond. I ran to my closet, and through on some black skinny jeans, and a Hollister shirt. Quickly, I brushed my teeth and hair. With one look in the mirror, I decided I looked decent, so I headed to meet Zach, who had made himself at home on my couch.
"Wow, Gallagher Girl, that was fast," Zach said, eyeing me from head to toe. I shrunk under his intense emerald green orbs, and quickly walked away. After putting on some black flats, I headed out the door, with Zach on my heels.
"Wait, don't you want your stuff?" Zach inquired, with a smirk.
"Macey packed for me. So, where is the taxi?" I asked.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gallagher Girl," he said, shaking his head, "Did you even read the cover? We are rich. Last time I check, rich kids don't ride around in taxis. They ride around in one of these." He stopped, at a black Ferrari. Actually, it was the black Ferrari that was in my parking spot.
"Nice car," I complement, not sharing my annoyance, as I got in the passenger side.
"Thanks," he said, smirking as he revved the engine. It looked like he felt pretty badass in the car, but I wasn't impressed.
"So, my cover didn't say what the mission was. What is it?" I wondered aloud.
"Um…" Zach said, glancing at me, and back to the road again, "I don't know." His pupil's dilated, meaning he did know.
"Liar. What is it?" I asked, glaring. I did not like to be out of the loop.
"I don't think you want to know," he said, glancing at me again.
"Yes I do. Tell me before I get Bex to squeeze it out from you."
He gulped. Smart boy, he already knew he didn't want to be on Bex's bad side. "Fine, just remember, you wanted to know,"
"Duh," I said, rolling my eyes. "What is our mission?"
Zach glanced at me again, this time longer, as he hesitated to answer. "Our mission is to… to find out what happened to Matthew Morgan."
AN: So, there it is! Hope you guys liked it! Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, I can never seem to find those when I proof-read.
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