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

Chapter 15

I took my focus off the mysterious woman and gazed at Andrew. He was glaring at the bus seat in front of him. His face was stony and he didn't say anything for a while.

"Operative R, this is Kim. Kim, Operative R," He spoke casually with his focus still on the seat.

Operative R looked me over before relaxing her posture. She let out a long breath. I sat there awkwardly as the two made the bus filled with tension. She finally turned to me. And stared.

"Kim. Hmm... Why did you choose to wear that? You don't look very spy-like. Who was your trainer? Surely they taught you this. Who was your trainer? I'll need to report this monst-," She began before being stopped by Andrew.

"Stop. Ronda. Just Stop. I trained her and her outfit, is fine," He said though gritted teeth.

Her mouth formed an "O". "Well you should have stuck with Cindy. She was better trained. I always liked her..."

"No you didn't! You never liked her! You both hated each other! You guys were al;ways at each others throats!"

"Nonsense! I... Wait. Where is she?"

Andrew's face hardened more, if that was even possible. Operative R's face, for the first time, formed something other than a straight line. It formed a smirk. The air became tense. I wiggled feeling uncomfortable. This somehow woke him from the zombie-like state he had slipped into. With a shake of his head, he looked toward me as if she were questioning me. I mistakenly look into his eyes. They are amazing to look at but, nothing more. I couldn't read whatever signals he was trying to send. 

"She switched sides," he said holding eye-contact with me.

With all the self-control I could muster, I averted my eyes.  The two continued bickering for two stops. I slowly tuned them out. Occasionally, words like "mom" and "just like your father" would slip in. I ,of coarse, tuned it out. Finally we got to a stop in front of a car dealership. It wasn't much. The cars looked old. The place looked like it was about to fall apart. but, so did most places in this area. Out of the corner of my eye , I noticed Andrew and Operative R exchanging something in the form of a tan briefcase. "Just promise me you'll be careful," Operative R sighed and pecked him on the cheek. Shocked, I turned all my attention towards the car dealership. How could she and him...? She's like twice his age! I should have known something was up between them. It was obvious looking back. I don't know why I didn't see it. This whole time, I thought he was after Cindy... Turns out he was after someone old enough to be Cindy's mother! Wait! Why does it matter to me so much? I don't... like him... that way... or anyway for that matter. 

I watched her casually get off the bus. I had to admit she was extremely good at fitting in when she needs to. with a blink of an eye, she was gone. Once she was out of my sights, I focused my attention on Andrew. He looked out the window in the direction that Agent Ronda had disappeared. This.  Was. Awkward. In an attempt to comfort him I reached out my hand to pat his shoulder.

"Don't Touch Me," he hissed, slapping my hand away. He glared at me for a brief moment before turning back to the window. I blankly stared at him for a while, processing what had happened in this short bus ride. Blinking a few times, I closed my eyes and took some relaxing breaths.

Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep. It was one of those dreams where you know it is a dream but, it still feels real. I was with Andrew in a badly lit room. I felt cold. "Don't trust anyone," A mysterious voice chanted each time getting louder. I pleaded with it to stop. I begged it to end, but it refused. Bastard. I began to run crying out for Gregory to save me. I bumped into some thing and fell. It was Andrew. He picked me up and hugged me. The voice kept going. "make it stop," I screeched. Andrew looked at me confused. He led me to a mirror. I gazed at the sight before me. It was me! I was the voice! Andrew took me up in his arms again. I felt secure and...

"Dreaming about me?"

Vivified, I zoned back into my surroundings. The bus was empty but, we were still in front of the dealership. I spun my head around and saw Andrew inspecting me.

 "Ready," he asked "or... would you rather sit here and dream about me some more." My cheeks reddened at being caught in the act. I knew he was joking but, still...

 Without a word, I walked off the bus. Andrew followed behind. After a while, I realised I had no idea where to go. I stopped and turned to look at Andrew, only to see him sitting on the bench looking at me with an amused expression. Bastard. 

He motioned for me to come and sit by him. Groaning internally, I walked over but didn't sit. I had to win some battle. 

"Are you gonna sit?"

"No."

"Sit," he purred satisfied that he'd gotten one over me.

"No,"

"How far do you think they've gotten with Gregory?" he smirked.

My heart ached at the memories his name brought. I quickly covered my sorrow and weakness. 

"How far have you gotten with Agent Ronda?" I blurted out trying to sound smart. I felt very good coming up with a good comeback on the spot. Maybe I'd write a book. Yeah! It'll probably be a bestseller... Then, I realized the comeback was still in my head. Worst yet, what I said was definitely NOT supposed to come out. Much less, let him hear the thought that had been eating me up that whole bus trip.

I bet he'll tell Ronda. This sucks!!! How am I suppose to last a whole mission with this guy. Headquarters started to sound better and better.

Andrew's face went from confusion to disgust to amusement. I face-palmed myself. If I could read his expression. It must have been pretty obvious. Which means, I'm not living this one down. Ever!

"Are you jealous?"

"No! I am not! Like I'd ever! Psht!" I retorted so quickly there was no way he wouldn't be suspicious. I just keep making this hole bigger and bigger. I'm just gonna not talk. I can't embarrass myself anymore if I don't talk.

"You are?!?!" he exclaimed as my face began to heat up.

"Wipe that smile off your face. It's not what you think."

"Let me get this straight," he continued ignoring my rebuttal, "you're jealous..."

With a breathy sigh, I nodded. There was no use in lying now. The damage was done. This was going to be torture. Not only has Andrew found out I'm jealous of his... fling, I have (With much sorrow and displeasure, I might add. ) come to terms  with the fact as well.

"...Of my mom." HIs smirk grew larger as he said this. 

Oooohhh Shi... itake Mushrooms!!!

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