Spy School: Try Hard, Die Hard

Poison Class, Nah. Poison Competition, Yessir! Chapter 2

January 08 

0930 

Ben POV

I was now in Poison Advantage class. I was actually pretty decent with this class, especially if Erica loves poison and thinks it's one of the best ways to kill someone. If you're lucky, you could catch her droning on and on about it. When she did, I took notes. 

But, instead of being hype and excited, I was worried. What I saw on that computer was a video. I didn't play it because it could have bugs, but the cover had Erica seemingly standing near it. She was peppered with scratches and bruises, but I didn't see anything major, then again, I could be wrong.

The teacher seemed to take notice of my worry and moved towards my desk.

"Are you okay, Mr. Ripley?" His Irish accent thick.

"Yessir, I am okay just..." I hesitated for a sec. "Nervous for exams." I said as convincingly as one who had been taught to tell the truth did.

He nodded and went back to his desk as the other students started to gatecrash and get settled into their respective seats.

 I rested my head on my desk. Mr. Bryat started to lecture about the gives and takes of poison and how they could benefit the enemy with the little time they had before they died. While some poisons could make people sluggish and slow, others could sharpen their senses. That is the only down for us in poison. Good for the adversary though.

I answered most of the questions getting 12% wrong. As everyone saluted the teacher goodbye with fake enthusiasm, he pulled me over to his desk. Literally. I could barely resist his grip. I was kinda expecting him to be strong though, because his last name meant strong.

I sighed. He was gonna give me one of those "talks."

He sat down on his leather chair while I kept standing, slightly leaning on his plastic desk. Behind him were portraits of the best students he had in the past decade. I was the most recent one. Right after Erica got out up there.

He comfortably leaned back in his chair and grinned. 

"Benjamin, seeing you have great knowledge about poison in my class reassures me anyone can learn. And, because of that, I have decided to let you go to the competition to make the most lethal poison. Well, not in the world, but deadlier than what any other schools have presented."

Ok, not one of those talks.

"Of course, the principal disagreed repeatedly until I put him under the gun." He shrugged. 

"Do I choose if I want to join?" 

"Nope, I choose." He stated blankly. "Anyways, it's a fun and challenging competition. You go against MI6, DNI, DINI, CNI, Mossad, and the AISI. Good competition."

"...And m-"

"Your colleagues?" He interrupted, "there will be variety. Kristen Cienfuegos and Ty Ledford, both 1st years. Domitus Barkley, Fourth Year. Lillian Ludwig and Hugo Wigg, both 2nd years, same as you. Those are your colleagues."

I had never heard about Lillian and Hugo before, and they most probably had passed me in class. I blushed in embarrassment.

"You okay, Ripley?"

I looked up and nodded.

He then proceeded to open the door and motion me to get out. As soon as I was out, I was yanked harshly. I even head my shoulder pop.

WHY THE HECK IS EVERYBODY YANKING ME!?

I cursed under my breath as my back banged against the moldy wall. It was Zoe Zibbell. She looked at me. She still had her cartoons looking eyes, but they were sharper and had a peculiar mixed glint of mad and want.

"The heck! Why do you get everything fun!" She was mad as a bull. "I barely do anything in this school of pimple covered Johnny Englishes'!" She exclaimed. 

I gulped. Loudly.

"You heard about the poison competition?" I questioned.

Suddenly her furious facade was gone and replaced with an amused one. "Nope, I heard a bit and I wasn't sure. But just now, you confirmed it!" She said happily. I groaned.

"Dang, and to think you could surpass me in poison advantage class." She smiled, as brightly as one could. 

" Are you calling me a bad spy?"

"Never said you were the best!" She called out as she hurried to her next class.

I chuckled. First, me getting a surprise call, nearly fainting, a surprise obligation, and then almost peeing my pants.vThat's what I call a nice morning.

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Cliffhanger, kinda. I know I'm pretty bad at writing, but I'll try to improve. I also that this chapter was pretty boring... Sorry. I promise there will be action in the next 2 or 3 chapters.

Bye, maceroni's!