A Spy, A Prince, and Something Else... major reconstruction

Chapter 13

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 I added a new chappie...FINALLY...anywho it has stronger language but that's cause I was like hmmm... why is this rated pg-13... And I figured what the hay...Lets make Kim a Bad...glass? As you may have guessed I'm really a goody two shoes...oh welll

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"Kim... I... I... sorry," Andrew cooed as he sat next to me.

"It's not that... It's just that... I...he," I tried as I felt my throat welling up. I had focused so much energy on pushing these thoughts back. I had to decide. I had to do it. I had to tell him...

"Andrew? I... I wanna tell you something... about Jake..," I began with a sigh.

Andrew's eyes went dark. His expression was unreadable.

(AN/ mini rant: I hate when you read a book and like every girl has the phenomenal ability to read what a guy is thinking and stuff. They are freaking mind readers. I mean really... I feel like the only girl who can't read a guys eyes ...that rhymed... lol! Call me cruel but Kim's not getting that... *smirks evilly* I kind of have it out for Kim... annnnywho back to the story sorry lol)

I would give anything right now to know what was going on in that gorgeous head of his... Wait! What was I saying? Andrew...gorgeous? I made a face at my thoughts. This changed Andrew's expressing from unreadable to just plain confused. I sat there for a while studying Andrew. I wasn't sure how to convey my thoughts. I don't know why but I felt... I don't know... ashamed... embarrassed... guilty... Guilt. I don't know why I felt that way. I just can't get over the felling. If I had been smarter or stronger or anything, maybe things would have been different.  I went back to studying Andrew. His face filled with curiosity. I felt him trying to make eye contact. I wanted to but, It was just too much for me. He had betrayed me... He had helped me... He had cleared his throat... Wait. What?

I looked toward him now, staring at his nose as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. He cleared his throat again, reminded me that I was telling him something. This way it. I was gonna tell him the full story. I took a deep breath, trying to decide where to start. I began with the his mysterious disappearance and ended with him yelling at me. When I was done, we just sat there. Dead silence filled the air. I began to fidget nervously. Was dead silence good? I mean if it were why would the word dead be in front of it. I mean, when is dead ever mean something good?

Andrew let out a ragged breath and let out a string of curse words. After which, he looked me dead in the eye and muttered something that sounded dangerously close to 'you're not going'. I blinked at him, waiting for clarification.  He coundn't be serious! I had put my heart and soul into this  d**** training. There was no way in hell I was gonna stay in some headquarters waiting for Andrew to save the day. I clearly had a look of bewilderment.

"Don't be so stupid! You're acting like a f****** kid, D***! You heard me... I said 'you are NOT going I'll be d***** , if I let you get hurt...Again," he added the last part more to himself then to me.

"That's f***** up! I'm not going to f****** headquarters! Just because you pulled that S.O.B. away didn't mean I wouldn't have done my own damage... I had everything under control.  S***!" I countered angrily.

"Under control! A few more minutes and he... Oh no!"

"What," I questioned rather annoyed.

"You cursed!"

"D*** straight! "

"You never curse... Don't you see? You're changing into...into..." He let out a grunt. "You most definitely aren't coming now"

We had a stare down. I could imagine the wild west music playing in the background. Then he let out something that sounded like a swear word... that or he was telling his invisible dog to sit...

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"SHUT! THE! FU...dge nuggets up..," Andrew complained.

"Fudge nuggets," I asked confused.

"Yeah! fudge nuggets... I don't wanna hear you swear and I'm not gonna be bad influence... And will you stop with that fu...dging James bond theme song it's getting on my nerves. You can be such a bi...tter person."

"As you wish, princess Buttercup," I mocked switching from James Bond to Mission Impossible. This earned a exasperated grunt from him. I chuckled and began humming even louder.

Andrew gave me a heck of a hard time about coming. I was definitely one to be reckoned with. I warned him that if he said headquarters one more time...

Any-who...We had been traveling for a hour so you can imagine. We had to meet a source the agency traced down. I couldn't decide if I was nervous or not. I mean come on... this isn't normal. Did I mention the source was  Andrew's Mom? (AN/ because I love you all no cliffhanger...yet)

That's right his mom. That's not even the best part! He doesn't even like his mom! I have a feeling I'm gonna have to play referee. I hate the idea. Shuddering at the thought, I saw Andrew though the corner of my eye. He seemed amused. "Finally realise your singing sucks," Andrew teased.

I stuck out my tongue and stared out the window. He was so rude sometimes. I closed my eyes and began to meditate on what Andrew told me about her... Andrew didn't show any feeling in his vioce, when he talked about his mom.  I'm not good at reading guys but, I knew he hated the subject. He literally talked in a monotone voice the whole time!

"She left me and my dad ," he had begun earlier that trip, "She told us she could never love my father for who he was. She left me with my father. She didn't even care about the fact that my father lost his job! She left me there...She left us there. She left me there. He began to drink a lot, my father. I asked him to stop but he never did... One day he became very ill. My mom had the chance to come get me. She knew I needed her but she didn't come. My father eventually got a job... at the agency opposite to my mom. So when time came for me to decide where my loyalties would lie... I chose my mom... I don't know why... I guess a part of me hoped she'd want to be my mom again. Wishful thinking, she never respected me or took me seriously..."