The Lie's Secret (Spies)

Bipolar Much?

Sorry, Short chapter. I took a break from writing and i'll try to start writing again, thanks for the patience :)

-Alex

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Coraline's P.O.V:

A loud bang comes from across the hall. My eyes open and roam the dark room, scanning the white carpet and hardwood floor in the process. The closet door shut, hiding good quality clothing from my line of vision. Grabbing my new phone from the bed stand, the clock says 4:37, but breakfast started at 6.

Swinging my legs over the mattress, I get up and walk towards the closet, taking out a pair of black leather leggings and a black leather jacket. Grabbing my bag, I sneak out of the door. I search the contents inside.

Gun, check. ID, check. Bullets, check. Map, check.

I walk into something and trip, causing me to fall down the stairs. My hands automatically grab the handle, but i'm still falling. This is it, they'll catch me trespassing. I do a back flip onto the ground below me.

SCRAM CORA, RUN BEFORE THEY SEE YOU!

I grab my junk and run towards the other set of stairs, going faster than the speed of light, towards the balcony.

Another set of footprints came from behind me.

Oh Gosh!

I reach the balcony, pull the door open, step in and shut the door behind me. Looking down at the ground, I notice i'm on the third story, with a ladder near.

I sigh and throw my leg over the ledge. Halfway. I throw my other leg so i'm hanging over the edge, nothing behind to catch me, other than the ground. A sudden noise... a door... to be more precise, opens. My grip on the edge loosens and before I know it, my hands are gripping the cement I was standing on moments ago.

"Hello?" A familiar voice whisper-shouts. Should I risk it for help?

My hands slowly slide over so I can get a grip on the ladder.

"Anyone here?" My hand slips on the rough cement, and I gasp.

Crap!

"Coraline?" An amused says from above me. I look up to meet eyes with the oh-so-tan Tyler Davis. "What are you doing?" His eyes having a playful glint to them.

"Oh, you know... just hanging around," I say.

He laughs. He laughed! Wow... so helpful.

"Are you gonna help me up or not?"

"Nah, I think I'm gonna let you hang there for a while," He says chuckling.

"Fine, gentleman. Thank you for coming around to laugh at me, but if you're not gonna help, can you at least promise not to tell?" I plead, still hanging.

"Here," He extends his hand, which I grab with my free hand. My feet find the ledge again, so I grab the edge and stay there. "Are you coming or are you going down?" He says, eyeing the ladder.

"Uhh... going down," I start but then look at what he's staring, our hands. They were still connected but that's not why we were both staring... blood was dripping onto the floor. He released the grip and turned my palm upwards.

"You're bleeding."
"No shit Sherlock," I say.
"Do you need help?"
"I'll survive, just don't tell anyone."
"Deal."
"Why are you up at four in the morning?"
"I suggest you don't ask that again because I could be asking you the same question."

He turns around and leaves the balcony. Hopefully, he'll keep his promise. Why was he suddenly nice and friendly, but also mean and bipolar?

I grab my bag, taking out the sports tape and wrapping it around my palm. Nothing big, just a gash. I slide towards the edge of the balcony and descend down the ladder, trying to forget what just happened.

***

Taking a glance at the watch, it read 5:49.

I slow my pace on my jog and head back to the building's entrance. While I was running, there were shadows behind the gates. There is a forest in the back of the building and an open training arena. There were climbing areas around the arena, which I'm assuming are for practice. This place is amazing, I couldn't ask for more.

I finally reach the doors, pulling it open quietly. Acting like a ninja, I speed up the flight of stairs into the hallway with bedrooms. I stop at a certain door. Room 201. Sighing, I walk into my room.

Feeling happy, I skip into the bathroom grabbing everything I needed on the way.

Minutes passed and I stepped out, skin red from the hot water searing my skin.

Looking at my palm and unwrapping the tape, the tape flies into the garbage bin after being flung. I pour rubbing alcohol over the gash and shut my eyes as I hiss in pain.

I look at the suitcases as I walk out, I gotta pick those up and unpack them or I'm going to forget and trip over them.

Putting on identical clothes on as before, but clean, I grab leather gloves from the shelf of the closet and put them on, but not before re-wrapping my hand again.

***

6 am sharp.

Good.

Walking over towards the cafeteria table, I make my way to the pancakes and waffles, chocolate and fruit that are calling my name.

Staring at the food, I serve myself to pancakes and maple syrup, chocolate covered strawberries and other types of fruit. Then I notice the most delicious thing, chicken ranch wraps. I reach to grab one but a hand beat me to it. Looking up from the arm, I notice a person I saw not long ago.

Tyler.

"That's mine, get your own," with that he walks away, taking a wrap with him.

Wow, bipolar much?

My legs move towards the table and I slumped in the spot I sat yesterday. Almost everyone was here except Jayce, Sophia, and Cat.

"I heard we're getting a tour of our level since everyone's here," Zoey speaks, obviously trying to break some tension. That same time a couple chairs were pulled from under the table around me.

"Hey, what happened to your hand?" Jayce asks daringly.
"Ain't it obvious, it's Cora we're talking about, she decided to be scary and put on leather gloves for practice."

Ah Landon, always there to save the poor damsel in distress.