Author's Note: My twentieth chapter! I'm so proud! *grins* Thank you to all my reviewers for being so great with your comments, giving me ideas, and complimenting my one-shots. You've really made this enjoyable, and I'm so glad that you guys like the stuff I write. So, yeah, chapter number 20! Whoohoo! :)

"He's kinda cute," remarked Bex, nodding towards the green-eyed, brown-haired boy that was up front.

"Yeah. Because spy boys who tail you during a mission, suddenly show up at your school, and could quite possibly be the enemy are cute," I muttered sarcastically. Bex eyed me warily.

"Wow. You're not over it."

"Over what?"

"Him beating you." I scoffed.

"Why would I be upset about that?" I said, huffily.

"I don't know. Maybe because now the Chameleon isn't the best anymore? It's okay, though. I mean, it was one CoveOps mission. It's okay not to be the best," replied Bex.

"No, it isn't okay," I said firmly. "It's part of the profession. If you aren't the best, you're dead."

"I don't think that's what you're upset about," Macey chimed in knowingly.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm upset that I got beaten."

"I think," Macey said, clarifying, "that you're upset because you got beaten by a boy."

"That sounds kinda sexist, Macey," said Bex. She looked over towards the rest of the guys up front, being welcomed by my mother. "Anyway, Cam, give that one a chance. He seems to have taken to you already." I looked over to the boy in question. He flashed me a cocky grin, as if to rub in his victory, again. I looked away. There was no way I would be interested in him.

"No." Bex and Macey exchanged looks. I looked at both of them. "What?"

"Denial," stated Macey, inspecting her nails. "Definitely."

"Denial? What? What am I even in denial about?"

"About him." Macey cocked her head in the boy's direction.

"I'm not in denial!" I protested. "I don't even know him!"

"C'mon, Cam," Bex said, eyebrows raised, "from what you've told us, you shared a pretty intimate moment with him on the elevator."

"Intimate? That wasn't intimate, unless you consider offering someone M&Ms 'intimate.'"

"He flirted with you afterwards," Macey pointed out. "He wanted to accompany you to the ruby slippers exhibit."

"That was probably just because he wanted to win –"

"Well, it was your fault for telling him that you were headed for the ruby slippers exhibit in the first place," Bex interjected.

"But he wasn't flirting with me," I blurted. I snuck a glance at him. He was still looking at me. I refrained from making eye contact. The last thing I needed this year was more boy trouble.

"Okay, as far as I know, asking if a girl has a boyfriend is flirting," Liz piped up. She'd been quiet for most of our conversation, but her comment wasn't helping my argument.

"He was just making small talk," I argued.

"Why make small talk when you don't have to talk at all?" questioned Bex. She smiled, knowing she had me stumped.

"Look, can we just drop the whole subject?"

"Ooh, that's what we should call him! 'The Subject,'" Bex said, waggling her eyebrows. I grimaced.

"No, no, and no! End of conversation." My timing was perfect. My mom had wrapped up her introduction of the Blackthorne boys. It was time for class. I got up, but not before Macey shot me a meaningful look and nodded behind me.

I turned.

He smiled.

I groaned.