Undercover

Chapter 1 (Picture of Blake)

Blake's POV

I am currently on the way to Los Angeles, City of the Angels. Sounds so great, right? Not for me.

I'm on a plane stuck between a woman with a two year old girl that won't shut up. Then on the other side of me is a boy talking on the phone, more like arguing. I had a pounding headache and I would kill for any other seat.

I'm rude, I'm Ramsey, Blake Ramsey. Teen Secret Agent. You're probably wondering how I got here, let's take it back to this morning.

Previous Morning

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"No Blake, were serious," Dean Walters said.

"I'm Blake Ramsey, my dad didn't raise me to protect some arrogant boy," I said.

"You're father would also laugh at you not taking this challenge," Walters said.

"Ugh!" I groaned and shot up. "I'm the best agent and I've protected the president. This is downgrading me."

"Calm down," Assistant Dean Ronald's said. "Go pack, your flight leaves tonight."

"I'll do this, but don't expect my best," I said and walked out.

Back to now

"Mommy, I want a cookie," the little girl whined.

"Not now and calm down," she said low.

"I want it now," she said louder and people started looking.

"Babe, I'm tired of arguing with you," the boy beside me said. "You're not even really crying." He hung up and looked out the window, he looked down and then at me. "You got a problem?"

"Yeah, I've listened to you argue on the phone since we took off," I said.

"She hooked up with my best friend," he said.

"What'd you do?" I asked.

"Why did I have to do something?" He asked.

"Rule number one to be a boss bitch, you never let a guy play you," I said. "If a guy plays you, rule number two, you fuck his best friend."

"I kissed her best friend," he said.

"Girls always come back two times harder," I said. "They hit a boy where it hurts."

"She did, two years," He said.

"Dump her dude," I said. "It's less trouble."

"But mommy," the little girl whined.

"Excuse me," I said and I turned to the women and daughter. "Can you shut your brat up?"

"I'm sorry?" She asked offended.

"Be her mom and make her be quiet," I said and I looked at the girl. "That's your mother, be glad you got one. Now sit down and be quiet." She sat back against the moms chest. I sat back and closed my eyes.