Sorry about not posting in a while, school started and I'm having a hard time keeping up with work. Hope you guys like it. Two chapters in one night.
Zach and I were the last two to leave the range. We had stayed a while to lock up after Joe left, and were walking through the hallways silently. He was close enough that I could feel the air being pushed around by his swaying arm, but far enough so that we made no contact.
"Nice shooting." He commented.
"Yeah. Joe started teaching me when I was four. Pretty much as soon as I could lift a gun with one hand."
"Does the government use you as an assassin?"
"Ha. Why wouldn't they? I'm the best sharpshooter/sniper they've ever seen. Not to mention the youngest. I've killed more people than I could count."
"But they were all bad people. It's not like they were doing good things." I snort.
"Yeah, let's go with that theory." He didn't say another word as we split ways towards our separate dorm rooms.
Sure enough, the girls were ready to leap on me as soon as I walked through the door.
"Not tonight girls." I whispered sadly, laying flat on my back, still fully clothed on my bed.
"Peru?" Bex sympathized. Staring at me with wide, sad eyes.
"No not Peru, nothing specific."
"Does it have anything to do with your mystical shooting skills?"
"You could say that."
"Goodnight Cam. See you in the morning."
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I was up at dawn running when Joe ran up beside me.
I spared him no glance,just focused on the bumpy terrain displayed before me. I widened my stance, hoping to leave him behind. I wasn't in the mood to talk.
"Cam."
"Joe."
"What are you punishing yourself for this time?"
"Oh, you know. Told a boy a semi-second of my history and he'll probably never speak to me again."
"Do you like this boy? Do I need to give him a stern talking to?"
"No Joey! Leave him alone." I smacked him on the shoulder, and laughing, sped ahead.
I made it to breakfast without getting hit by the cyclone of makeup, hair, and clothing that seemed to exist in our dorm room this morning.
I sat next to Grant, kissing his check as I sat down. Grant was the only one who knew everything that I had done. He was, after all, my twin brother, and even though he was annoying, if the girls weren't protecting me, then he was.
"Rough night?" He asked, when he saw the dark circles under my eyes.
"A little bit. It was about Zimbabwe." He nodded his head before turning away to talk to Bex, who had only heard the last part of the conversation as she walked in.
"Hey Bex!" I greeted, before swallowing the rest of my food, and getting up to fnd some secret passageway that I could hide in for the hour of breakfast.
Sometimes, being a spy sucked, this was one of those times, because even my best friends had no idea some of the thing I had done.