(Eli’s Pov)
"Another day another dollar." Like my father would always tell me. Now I am walking in his footsteps. I am different like 200 other special chosen teens do not go to just any high school. I go to center H. high. Sound familiar? Of course not. That is because it is a private academy. Right in the center of the big H on the Hollywood, signs.
However, for me I am different from the other 199 students I was chosen because of my dad. I worked hard to, sure, my dad helped a little but I have the skills a spy needs. I am a total tech nerd I can hack whatever gadget you give me. I am AMAZING with impersonations and I am easy on the eyes if you know what I mean. This day was different from any day.
Instead of sitting in class right behind the beautiful Megan, admiring her blonde luscious hair, smelling the scent of her perfume as the fan turns on our row, not to mention after class being able to stare into her big brown eyes. That is right she is my girl. As the captain of the football team its official that I date the leader of the cheerleading squad, even though she does not know it yet.
While sitting in computer class, even though I didn’t need it, the intercom turned on, you could tell because you always hear the click in the begging, but there was no noise no voice the class waited for a voice but , nothing then mr.smith came on, strange he only talks on the intercom when its important.
"Eli and Jordan please come to the head office IMMEDIATELY" rage came into his voice, we could tell he was mad, but what did I do? Why me? I never did anything wrong. I am the good person I swear. I got scared, worried, I was never called down there for any reason.
With all the thoughts rushing through my head, I did not realize I still didn't get out of my seat yet. As I looked around, I realized how everyone was staring at me. Waiting for me to leave "Eli are you alright?" mr.kingston says, "Eli mr.smith wants to see you, he doesn’t like waiting I suggest you go now" I get up slowly, cautiously.
As I walk down the hall, I take my time, not in the mood to be yelled at for something I obviously did not do, or maybe he knows about Saturday! But… how? why? why would the principle of a high school want to see me for something like that. he has nothing to do with it.im sure most kids did it already why would i get into trouble for it and not anyone else.
I get sweaty but then I remember his voice repeating in my head "Eli and Jordan" "Eli and Jordan" confused, who is Jordan? She doesn’t have anything to do with Saturday. Maybe this isn't about Saturday. Maybe my conscience is just playing games on me.
Maybe she is the reason I am being called down. Finally, I reach the office scared, I hide that, as every spy should know, never show the truth to your enemies, and right now, he, and Jordan are my enemies. I walk in, I see the receptionist, smiling at me. "Congratulations" "thank you?" She realizes my confusion "mr.smith will tell you soon." Now I am a little less worried, but I always stay on my guard. Then she walks in. she gives me a look. Then walks to the front desk "that must be Jordan," I whisper to myself.
"Yea that’s me. You Eli?" she says with edge in her voice. "Um yes hi" I raise my hand for a proper handshake.
She looks at my hand, as it is waiting for her to shake it back, I realize she will not, I put it down, and there is an awkward silence between us. Until the receptionist tells us to come in., she walks in but so relaxed about it. How? As I walk in, I see mr.smith he does not look happy, but then again not mad either.
(Jordin's Pov)
My black hair was blowing in the wind as I was walking down the cobble stone street. I shiver slightly and clutch on to my jacket for warmer. I stop walking when I reached a local coffee stand. As I was approaching the coffee cart the aroma of coffee beans invade my nose.
