Hey. 18 views. Not a bad start, but let's see if I can do better. Anyway, if you're wondering why I didn't elaborate on the sushi roll incident other than mentioning that Sean saw it, I found it a little too difficult to put into words. Hopefully, I'll get better at that sort of thing as I go on. Anyway, here is where our quartet finally meets.

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Chapter Two

Boy meets Girls

Beverly Hills High School-8:45 AM

Letting out a huge exhale as he stood before the principal's office and trying to ignore the bustle of students in the hallway, Sean tried to imagine what these girls would be like. He didn't want to say anything to Jerry, but he could tell there would be resistance to trying to recruit them.

Training to become a spy was no easy feat. He himself barely made it through basic training when he first joined. And he was only twelve.

Thinking back, he was probably pretty young to become an agent, or in Jerry's words "the youngest instructor W.O.O.H.P has ever had".

Still, he was determined that if he could do it, so could they.

As the bell rang, Sean knocked on the door.

"Enter," a low female voice announced, annoyed.

He opened the door. The principal's office was spacious, red-walled and had a slight air of oppression. Even it was important, he always dreaded coming in here.

And he wasn't too fond of its current occupant.

"You wanted to see me, Miss Scrich?" he asked, trying to sound as innocuous as possible.

"Yes," she replied, turning around. Miss Scrich was a hard, stone-faced woman with pink hair, a dark green business suit and a monocle over left eye.

"Sean, I received your e-mail. As I understand, you've volunteered to give three new students a tour of the campus."

Sean nodded. "I hope it's not too much trouble, ma'am."

Scrich's face didn't change.

"Well, while I am allowing you to do this, don't think it will erase that prank at the end of last year involving the endless sea of plastic drinking glasses in my office, need I remind you?"

"Actually, I may have already told you, but Caitlin and Domnique were the ones who-"

"No excuses!" she snapped, turning back to the balcony overlooking the schoolyard.

"Just know," she continued, icily. "That you may direct them around the school, but make sure they know that troublemakers are not tolerated at Beverly High."

Sean scoffed under his breath. And yet Mandy and her cronies are given free reign of the place, he thought.

She closed the window to her balcony.

It was at that time, the door to the office opened again.

"Um..." Sean heard a girl's voice say. He turned around to see a familiar red-headed face peering into the room.

Samantha Simpson, if he remembered correctly.

Before he could open his mouth to say anything, the girl stepped forward... only for her to be lodged in the doorway by two other human bodies.

"Excuse me!" she said apologetically to the other two but looked stunned at seeing the tan-skinned and dark-haired girl and the other blonde girl beside her.

"Alex? Clover?" she asked, clearly stunned. "What are you guys doing here?"

"I go here!" the dark-haired one, Alex cheerfully announced.

The three tried to move but found themselves falling face-first onto the purple carpet.

Looks agility is the first thing we need to work on, Sean thought.

"I just transferred," Alex continued, facing the other girls.

"Awesome!" the redheaded girl exclaimed. "Me too!"

"Me three!" the blonde confirmed. "Okay, not to get all horoscopy but hello, isn't this like the biggest cosmic coincidence of the century?"

Wonderful. Another valley girl.

"Totally!" Alex agreed. "It's almost like we were meant to hang out together."

Sean chuckled to himself.

They really had no idea.

Before they can say anything else, Miss Scrich cleared her throat.

Alex looked up in shock, as if remembering where she was.

"Uh-oh."

"I don't suppose you ladies could break away from your fraternizing to meet your new principal?" Miss Scrich asked, her arms crossed.

"Oh," Samantha realized. "You must be Miss Scrich! My name is Sam. And I just wanted you to know that in anticipation of my classes, I have gone on a few field trips, written a term paper, and done some advanced summer reading."

The other girls looked just as impressed as Sean felt.

Well, now I know who has the best chance of making it as a spy.

"Wow, Sam" the blonde, who Sean just remembered was Clover, said, in awe.

"Prepared, much?"

"Yeah," Alex agreed. "You must be like a big-time brainiac."

"Well," Miss Scrich said, mockingly. "That's all very interesting. But this school does not look favorably upon grade grubbers."

Sean's mouth opened in slight suprise.

"Huh?" Sam asked, clearly confused. "But I was-"

"And!" the principal interrupted loudly, putting a finger in front of the girl's face.

"Just because you're new here does not mean you'll get any special treatment. I'll be watching you."

Sam backed down in fear.

"Now," Miss Scrich added, finally acknowledging Sean's presence.

"Sean will show you around, though I expect him to remember that his conduct reflects on the school as much as yours does."

"Understood, ma'am," he said, though really, he was thinking of several other things to call her. Things that, if said aloud, would get him expelled.

"Enjoy your time at Beverly High," Miss Scrich finished and the four students walked out nervously.

As the doors closed, Sam shuddered.

"Is it me?" she asked. "Or is Miss Scrich a real witch?"

"Let's just say she's about as friendly as jail guard," Clover added.

"Yeah," Sean concurred, breaking the ice. "I probably should've given you a heads up. She gets suspicious about anyone under the age of 45"

He composed himself. "Anyway, sorry about the... cold reception. Let me give you a proper welcome to Bev High. I'm Sean."

He extended his hand to Sam, who took it.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sam."

"Hi. I'm Alex."

But Clover's greeting was little more... enthusiastic.

Practically knocking her two companions out of the way, she was less than two inches away from him, staring at him as if were a new pair of shoes.

"And I'm Clover! And hopefully, your future girlfriend."

"Excuse me?" Sean asked. This was the first time any girl, new or not actually flirted with him.

Clover began asking many questions, jumping around him like a vulture on steroids.

"So, what's your favorite color? Your favorite movie? What do you like in a girl?"

He caught her hand and answered her questions as calmly as he could.

"Um... blue. Raiders of The Lost Ark. And in case you get any more ideas, I'm not really interested."

Clover backed off, making a noise that sounded like a dog whimpering.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Sean tried to reassure her. "You seem nice, but you're not really my type. We can still be friends."

Clover turned back to him; a smile that was clearly trying to hide the pain of rejection plastered on her face.

"Friends, sure," she said chipperly. But she muttered something about him "not knowing beauty when he saw it."

"And about Miss Scrich, don't worry. Everyone else is way nicer than she is."

"Really?" Alex asked.

Before he could continue, he remembered Mandy.

"Well, okay. Maybe not everyone. Just don't talk to anyone for the first week or so. At least that's what got me through freshmen year."

"So, where's the lunchroom?" Alex asked. "I'm, like, majorly starved."

Sean pointed behind them. "Down that hall, second door on the left."

He turned around.

"But I should probably show you your locker first. I mean, you're gonna have to put those bags down sooner or later. Then maybe we can grab a..."

He turned back to where they were. Or rather, where they would have been.

They were gone.

"Sam?" he asked. "Clover? Alex? Girls?"

He had a pretty good idea of where they went.

He walked as fast as he knew how toward the cafeteria.

But as soon as he got there, he could hear storm of laughter.

One laugh in particular, he recognized.

"Welcome to Bev High, losers!" a nasally voice cackled.

"Oh, no," he muttered to himself.

He ran through the dispersing crowd, coming back inside the cafeteria from the schoolyard.

Through the ruckus, he could hear the three girls having some sort of conversation, but by time they were audible to him, he only heard the last part.

"So do I," Sam agreed, but on what, he didn't know. "Which is why I vote we stick together."

He got there just as the three engaged in a group hug in front of a tree.

"Uh, Sam," Alex said. "When you said, 'stick together, I didn't think you meant literally."

As he got closer, Sean could see what she meant.

The girls' clothes were glued to each other by what appeared to be latte foam.

In a clumsy attempt to pull themselves apart, they all fell to the ground.

He ran over.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah," Sam replied. "I wish I could say the same about my blouse."

"I see you met Mandy."

"You know her?!" Clover shrieked.

"Unfortunately. I tutored her in English for an exam last year. But I had to stop when she tried to steal my study guides to copy. The next thing I know I'm getting blamed breaking into Miss Scrich's office and filling it with plastic cups."

He seethed at the memory. He was lucky it happened at the end of the year, so he got off easy. But every time he thought of Mandy, his mind just traveled back to that event.

"Word of advice," he added with caution. "Stay away from her unless you want to get publicly humiliated."

He looked down at the girls, and at their soaked outfit.

"Sorry about your clothes."

"No worries!" Clover reassured. "I'm totally prepared for such an unfortunate sitch."

Sean raised an eyebrow, curious.

Sorry. I'm cutting it off here. But I decided to save the girls' introduction W.O.O.H.P., and Sean being an agent for next chapter.

Stay tuned.