Weddings, Frat Boys, and Sorority Spies, Oh My!

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Hours spent unpacking: 3

Hours my roommate is late: 3

Number of times my stomach growled like it was going to kill me if it didn't get food soon: 101

Later that evening, after unpacking all the stuff I had brought with me (honestly, why do I have so many clothes? I've turned into Ariana...well, okay, maybe not that extreme...), I left my dorm to go find food somewhere. The campus crowds were starting to thin, less and less freshmen arriving. The only ones who would come now are the ones flying in from different countries or across the country. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans, looking around and acquainting myself to the campus. My, as Ariana frequently calls them, spy senses kicked into high gear. Okay, a person could be hiding there, there, and there. I could escape through there, there, or there. I-

"Hey! You look lost. New here?"

I whipped around as a voice behind me broke my train of thoughts. She looked about my age, with big blue eyes and bubblegum pink hair. Her hair was cut into a short bob, shaking with her head. Her clothes were goth style, except in rainbow. Rainbow goth? I have honestly never seen a rainbow goth style before. 

"Yeah. I'm looking for the food court."

She smiled, linking her arm through mine. Out of instinct, I jerked away but stopped myself. She watched me with her big smile. She reminded me of Karen, as far as attitudes go. She smelled heavily of vanilla perfume. I wrinkled my nose. 

"Great, me too! So, where're you from? What's your name? Which building are you in?"

Her questions came rapid fire fast. Despite being four foot three and much smaller than me, she looked me straight in the face. I moved to the side ever so slightly. I know shes trying to be nice but, okay, I'm slightly creeped out. She is a younger, not-as-preppy copy of Karen. Something seems strange...

"Whoa, girl, one question at a time."

She laughed, throwing her head back. Suddenly, her arm tightened around mine. Almost too tight to not be suspicious. Red flags started going off in my head.

"Oh, of course. Because you don't answer to anyone, do you?" she said, her tone no longer cheerful and bubbly.

With a burst of new strength, I pulled my arm from hers and jumped away. She placed her hand on her head, ripping off her pink hair. A tumble of black followed. Her blue eyes flashed murderously. I had a flash back to my summer. That look was all too familiar. This girl looks exactly like...Rebecca.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, little miss CIA. You knew we were following you. And we're not alone. Just because Rebecca is gone doesn't mean we back down."

I pivoted my feet and got into position to fight her. Growling deep in her throat, she threw the first punch. I dodged it easily, slipping into jiu-jitsu. I trapped the girl in a head lock, bringing my knee up to her face. The bloody sound of bones crunching filled the area. Fortunately, nobody was around. She cried out in pain, clutching her nose as she crumbled to the ground. Blood spurted out, but I didn't stop for her. I sprinted, taking my phone out of my back pocket and speed dialing the first place I could think of, Langley.  Someone answered after three rings.

"Yes?"

"Connect me with Jon...Barnaby Cross. Code Black."

"Understood. Please hold."

I sprinted, not feeling the slightest bit winded, around the campus and further away from the Rebecca-like girl. Who was she? What did she mean? Is she from ACE? Why did she look like Rebecca? Does Joshua have a sister? A million questions buzzed around in my head as my heart pounded against my ribcage. 

"Yes?"

"Code Black. I repeat, code black."

Then I hung up and darted around a corner, running straight into another person. I swore as I fell onto my butt. Looking up, I looked straight into the face of Dean McRoy. Oh. Shit. I just blew my cover within the first few hours.