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Zach and I talked through the night, until I fell asleep on his shoulder. There was no more kissing, but when I woke up the next morning in my bed, I was replaying that one kiss over and over and over again.
The girls noticed how I was practically floating, but didn't say anything, but from the looks I was getting, if we had more time, and we would later, I was totally getting interrogated.
I slipped on my Gallagher uniform, replacing the normal short sleeved blouse with a long sleeved white blouse, to cover the new scars that lined my arms. I put on simple ballet flats, and let Macey do my hair and makeup with no complaints, which got me a few weird stares from the girls, but I really didn't care.
The boys came to pick us up for breakfast, but Grant stuck to me like nobodies business to the point where I almost took him out using an illegal move that was made up by me when I was younger. Let's just say I was glad that we got to breakfast when we did, because I'm pretty sure hurting my brother would not go over well with the parents.
Breakfast passed quickly and soon I was headed off to classes.
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The boys were still following me. I thought that once I got back, the security around me would lighten, I mean, I did escape without getting caught for the like seventh time. I was pissed off at Joe for it, so when we went into Cove Ops, I motioned for the boys to be quiet and not worry and I snuck through the shadows towards Joe's desk. Both Grant and Zach seemed to not be able to find me, the idiots.
I stood behind Joe, and waited until class began.
"Truth, or lie, Ms. Baxter, I used to have a dog named Buster." She stared at his face for five seconds before naming that it was a lie. "Correct. Can anyone tell me what Ms. Baxter did to determine this."
"She analyzed your face and how it changed, also monitoring your breath and body movements."
"Good Mr. Swaid. The importance of being able to lie in this business is increasingly obvious, and it leads up to our final topic, one that every senior is covering this year, including those in tech. Torture." I silently gasped behind him, making no body movement. His eyes were searching the classroom probably looking for me.
"Every spy needs to know the basics. How to lie, how to not give up, even when it seems like no one is coming to save you, and most of all, how not to die. These are things that some of the most experienced people have trouble with, and something that a lot of you will experience. Many people have experienced this pain before, but when talking could get you and your team a one way ticket to death, you have to learn to keep your mouth shut."
"We've all heard the stories from those who come back. Stories of electric chair, and whips so thick that ten slashes can knock you out. We've heard of the most famous torturers," he said glancing at Zach. "Those who are the strongest spies are often those who are caught. They're wanted, and they usually have information, but they don't crack, because that's how they've been taught.
I decided to speak up, and stepped out of the shadows behind Joe, causing a few of the stupider students to gasp, and causing Joe to turn around.
"But no one's safe, and just because your strong doesn't mean your any safer."
"Cameron." He said, "I didn't think you were coming to class today."
"But why would I miss such an interesting topic, it has so much to do with my life, doesn't it."
"Cameron." I sent him a glare, and started talking.
"Sure, what Joe says is right. It hurts, and you have to stay strong for your team, because you know that somewhere out there someone's still looking, but you don't know how much it actually hurts, and you don't know how much you actually want to give up until your in the situation." Some stupid kid in the back of the class, one of the same ones that gasped when I popped out decided to speak his mind.
"How do you know anything about this?" He said, glaring at me. There were a few nods of agreement, and I looked at Joe to see his nod, before I pushed the sleeves of my blouse up, showing the entire class the scars that marked my arms.
HI guys, I'm sorry but the story had to get a small bit darker, and I thought this would be the perfect way. Not even her roomates really know about the scars, Zach knows because of that last night, and her family knows, including Grant, but the girls don't know because Cam didn't want them to worry.