Hi peoplz. I'm back. I wrote another version of this chapter, then decided I hated it and got another idea.
OH, AND THE RECAP IS DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHER CHAPTER!
I didn't like the chapter, so I changed it, but It won't upload, so yeahhh
I have a love/hate relationship with my computer.
Anyway, hope you like.
PS
A/N!
IGNORE the other chapter 3.
Again I'm sorry for the confusion but THIS IS THE REAL CHAPTER, soooo please please please ignore the last chapter because I have a totally different plan for this story that I figured out at like 3 in the morning so
DON'T BLAME ME IF I'm BEING CONFUSING BLAME TECHNOLOGY!
ALSO I deleted it but my computer still shows it an hour later as updated and it's still there, so if you read the other chapter 3, that's not the right one!
Most of you will be thinking "What kinda crack is she smoking?" but I'm just really stressed….
Anyway.
-RECAP-
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Solomon bellowed.
End of short recap
Cammie's POV
I nearly had a laughing fit.
"My mom sent us as a prank. Oh and to tell you we have a mission against Blackthorne tomorrow. When we beat there arses in, we get staying for the next two semesters in the west wing." I whispered to him.
A slow smirk reached across his face.
"Alright, but was the duct tape necessary?" he asked, annoyed.
"Of course not! But It was funny."
Blackthorne watched the exchange silently, each wearing masks of confusion.
"Later Blackthorne." I said into the microphone and we went through the little roof window.
Solomon's POV
I chucked as I rid myself of the extra strength tape and watched them retreat onto the roof.
All the boys were had the same look that said "What the Hell just happened?"
Except for Zach Goode.
Is he going to have problems with little miss Chameleon, or what?
Two spy legacies, both competitive, both amazing in the field, and I'm pretty sure that they will both hate each other with a passion.
Ah, teenage spies. Gotta love them.
"May I have your attention please? Ignore what just happened. That was an old friend of mine's idea of revenge and a prank, so do not worry about it. Resume dinner." I said amusedly into the microphone.
Half of them completely forgot about it, and the other half were whispering excitedly amongst themselves.
"Wow that was weird! I wonder who could get Solomon that pissed." Grant Newman asked his friends.
No, I couldn't hear them, I'm just that good of a lip reader.
"Whoever it was, they were good." Jonas Anderson mumbled.
"You can say that again." Nick Johnson said, more like muttered.
"I can't believe they actually got into our school!" the one and only Zach Goode said scowling.
I laughed slightly.
They have no idea what's coming tomorrow.
Cammie's POV
My mom congratulated us.
"You did it! Now go pack and get ready for the mission tomorrow."
Tina raised her hand and blurted out, "What is the mission?"
My mom laughed again.
"You will be taken to a classified location, and you will tail the Blackthorne Sophomore class. You have the entire day to compromise each of them. While you were gone, Liz designed a special, skin colored coms unit, so no need to worry about that."
Most of us cheered.
Be afraid, Blackthorne. Be very afraid.
NEXT DAY
Zach's POV
"GRANT WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?" Nick yelled when Grant started singing 'Ninety-nine bottles of poison on the wall. For the seventh time.
We've been on a helicopter for the past 4 hours. I guess we were all bored and excited.
"Where are we going?" Grant whined.
"A place." Solomon answered vaguely.
"What's our mission?"
"Something."
"Are you going to answer like that for every question?"
"Maybe."
"I swear you're worse than Zach!"
"Hey! Zach is sitting next to you "I exclaimed.
"And your point is?"
I threw my hands up In defeat.
"Never mind!"
"Boys! Were here. Please refrain from beating each other up."
Once we were lined up in the secluded area, he broke the news.
"You are to find and compromise the agents in the field. They are all sophomores, and they are all girls." Excited chatter broke out among the crowd.
I know, boy/spies-in-training chattered.
How weird is that?
"Boys!" Solomon got our attention, "Trust me when I say this, this will be one of the hardest things you will have to do. These girls will not go easy on you. You do not want to underestimate them. I did once, and that's how Chameleon gave me this." With that he rolled up his sleeve to show a fresh scar.
"Who is chameleon?" Nick asked.
"My go- one of the agents in the field today." He corrected himself.
What was he going to say?
We stepped into a mall. Not just any mall, but THE MALL. As in the one in D.C.
"Alright, go!"
With that we scurried off, none of us taking his advice seriously.
One thing I will regret till I die.
PAGE BREAK
Cammie's POV
"Black hair, blue eyes, and he is wearing a jersey with #33 on it."I said into my Coms, making it look like I was talking to Bex.
"Mr. Hill, you have been compromised."
"So, do you want to go check out the concert on the 5th floor?"
I shrugged, and pretended to look at my phone for texts.
"I would, but my brother's threatening to leave me. Sorry Hannah, see you at school tomorrow!"
She nodded, and we separated.
Zach's POV
Me and Grant stood near the outdoor music festival, looking for tails.
I heard Nick get compromised and I sweared.
"This isn't working, I'm going to go look around. See you later."
He nodded and I headed towards the elevators.
As I stepped inside, I noticed a skanky looking girl perk up.
"Hiii," she drawled. "My name is Ayesha, and what is yours?"
"Drew." I said curtly, not in the mood for her.
Just as the elevator was about to close, a tan and slender hand shot through the doors, stopping it from closing.
"UGH, Come on!" Ayesha exclaimed.
A girl walked in, and Ayesha barred her claws.
"Who let this ugly B**** into this mall?"
I studied the girl, and my heart stopped, and started again, twice as fast.
She had dirty blond hair with a streak of electric blue to match her eyes. She was wearing ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt with a leather jacket. She had electric blue converse (A/N: I LOVE CONVERSE!) and a disgusted look on her face. (A/N; HMMM I WONDER WHO IT IS *HINT, HINT*)
"Oh honey, don't say that about yourself!" she said in a bored tone.
Ayesha turned to me with a little "Hmph."
"Don't let her say that to me!" she said to me. I raised an eyebrow.
"This is my boyfriend, Drew." I choked on the water I was drinking.
The girl laughed.
"Sure he is. I'm Sage." And she stuck her hand out.
I took it and enjoyed the warmth of her hand in mine.
Snap out of it Goode! She is a civilian; A beautiful, badass civilian, but a civilian nonetheless
Suddenly the old elevators came to a screeching halt, and Ayesha moaned.
"If I wasn't for you and your fat-"
"Will you shut up already? It's been 2 minutes since I've met you , and I want to rip out that bleach blond hair of yours, so shut up, so I can get us out of here!"
I raised an eyebrow as she lifted the control panel.
"My uncle is a repairman." She said sheepishly.
I nodded.
I could've easily gotten us out of here, but she beat me to it.
She struggled a little, and I wanted to help her, but she always fixed her mistake.
She connected the last wire, and the elevator surged upward.
"That was fast." I noted. She shrugged.
"My uncle is the best, and he taught me everything I know. You should stop by sometime."
I laughed.
"I don't live on D.C,"
"Oh," she looked disappointed, but for some reason, it looked fake. "Where do you live?"
"Maine." I said, telling the truth for once.
"Why are you in D.C?"
"I hate to interrupt this petty excuse for flirting, but this is my stop," she pulled a slip of paper out of her thin shirt and rubbed it a little against her, top, and handed it to me. "Call me." She purred.
I must have had a pretty comical look on my face because Sage started laughing.
I quickly dropped the paper and got out of the elevator. Sage followed me.
She pulled out her cell phone and gave me an apologetic glance.
"What Hannah? Why? Um I'm with a guy. He's about 6 ft with and he is wearing a green shirt."
Suddenly Solomon's voice crackled over the Coms.
"Mr. Goode, you have been compromised, congratulations girls, you've one."
I turned to see Sage, if that's even her name, smirking.
She leaned over and my heart started pumping.
"Bye Blackthorne boy,"
And with that, she turned and got lost in the sea of people.
Even with a blue streak in her hair, I couldn't find her.
Okay, long enough for me.
Hope you liked,
It's really late and my fingers are cramping up so peace!
~Sarcastic-Tomboy~