The Good Girl Is A Spy (On Hold)

Chapter 1

I arrive at the old abandoned warehouse at the end of 42nd street. I calmly get out of my black mustang and walk towards the warehouse.

"I've got you now," I say to myself. I see my reflection in one of the old mirrors. I'm wearing my black leather jumpsuit with black wedges. My brown hair in a high ponytail and a gun in my right hand. Calmly, I walk into the building to catch another criminal.

I am Scarlett Carson, top teen spy and straight A honor student. I work alone. Always have, always will. Partners get in the way. My boss always said I am the best of the best, I didn't need a partner. But, that life is secret. In my school life, I'm top of the class along with my best friend, Aubrey James. Aubrey's the only one who knows about my spy life. Well, other than my mother, who is chief of the whole agency.

Minutes later, I'm walking out of the building, dragging an unconscious guy out of the building and practically throwing him in the back seats of my car. There wasn't any time to play. If I didn't hurry, I was going to be late for school. As I drove off, the warehouse explodes.

Soon enough, I arrive at a tall building. That's the agency. I get out and drag the still unconscious guy out of my car. Ryder meets me outside.

"Here, he's to go see Adriana," I say, letting go of the guy.

"He's not?" Ryder asks, taking the guy. Ryder is a newbie agent. He's 26 with dark hair and dark skin. He's a pretty cool dude, but he's still kind of new to this still.

"No, just unconscious," I reply. He nods and goes inside, dragging the guy behind him. I get back inside my car and check the time. 6:30. School starts at seven. I still have time. I tap a button on my watch that says Change. With that, my clothes change into regular clothes. I'm wearing a watermelon pink skirt with a white cami tucked in, along with a thin brown belt and a jean jacket, with white converse. Then, on the small screen in my car I tap on the Change button. My mustang is now white. After I'm back to 'normal' I drive off to school. It's 6:50 when I arrive. Perfect. I get out of my car with my white and black messenger school bag and meet up with Aubrey at the entrance.

"Where were you?" Aubrey asks. Aubrey has red hair and pale skin. She's wearing light skinny jeans, a cherry red cami, a long white knitted cardigan, and cherry red flats. Her black Jansport backpack hanging from her right shoulder only. "We had a newspaper meeting this morning."

"Sorry, they finally found where Ron has been hiding and needed me to go and get him. I thought I was going to be late for school," I reply.

"Well, at least you got him. You only missed the fact that the paper is due next Monday. And donuts," Aubrey smiled.

"Donuts? The one day when Ms. Lonnie remembers to bring donuts," I frown.

"Don't worry, I saved one for you," Aubrey hands me a donut rapped in a napkin.

"Thanks. You're the best," I say taking a bite.

"I know," she lightly flips her hair and we both chuckle. "Come on, we need to get to class."

"Yep," I finish up my donut and we head to world history. We take our normal seats in the third row. There are four rows with five desks in each row. Aubrey sits in the desk in front of mine. I pull out a lime green notebook from my bag and open it to the same page I was on yesterday. We are taking notes, so I take out three colored pens. One is royal blue, the other is violet, and the last is fuscia. I like color coding my topics. It makes it easier to study. The last bell rings and Mrs. Garcia stands up from her desk.

"Good morning, class," Mrs. Garcia says with her usual warm smile.

"Good morning," the class replies.

"Alright, let's pick up where we left off from yesterday," Mrs. Garcia says. "You guys left off from-" Mrs. Garcia stops talking when three guys walk in casually.

One is 6 feet with blonde hair, with bright green eyes wearing jeans and a black hoodie with a black shirt. That's Brayden O'Conner. Hunter Coleman is the tallest of the three. He's 6'4" with light brown hair and brown eyes with tan skin, wearing jeans and his football jersey. In the middle of the two is none other than Chase Eastern. Chase is 6'1" with dark brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He's tan and wearing black jeans with a white T-shirt that showed his arms that were built with muscles, like Hunter.

"Mr. Eastern, Mr. O'Conner, and Mr. Coleman, how kind of you to actually show your presents in class. Now, take a seat if you will," Mrs. Garcia says.

Chase rolled his eyes and he and his bad boy buddies walked to their seats. The three are the school's bad boys. Unfortunately, Hunter sits right behind me. Mrs. Gracia goes on with her lesson.

"Hey, cutie," Hunter says to me. I look back to face him. He gives me his signature smirk and I smile in return.

"Please, that's the best you've got, cutie?" I wink at him. Most girls would love to be called 'cutie' by him, or even just for him to say their name. I mean don't get me wrong, he is hot, but all he'll do is pretend to be into you for a couple of days, then totally just drop you. I am a goody-two-shoes I'll admit, but I'm not dumb or gullible.

"You're not bad," he says keeping the smirk.

"I know I'm awesome, I don't need to be told. Now, if you don't mind, I'm actually trying to pay attention," I say and then turn back to face forward. I continue to write notes until the end of class. Then, it was off to French, even though I speak fluent French. I speak fluent English, Spanish, French, and Korean. Perks of being a spy and a talented child. Soon enough it was lunch. I was starving. I meet Aubrey in the lunch line.

"Hey," I say taking a small plate of strawberries and placing it on my tray. Then I take a cheeseburger wrapped in aluminum foil and place it right next to the strawberries.

"Hey," Aubrey takes a cup of peaches and a cheeseburger. Then I grab and apple juice as she takes a mixed berry juice.

"207," I tell the lunch lady as she taps the numbers on the screen.

"218," Aubrey tells her. Then, we walk out of the line and head to our lunch table. "So, do we have any homework for Mr. Kyle's class?"

Mr. Kyle is our biology teacher. "No, we-" I am cut off we someone crashes into me and spills milk all over my skirt. It is Chase. He looks at me with wide eyes. I can see he's about to laugh. I look down and see white chunky milk all over my skirt. I gasp. "This is a designer skirt!"

"Ha, not any more," he smiles. The nerve of that guy. I see there is still milk in his glass. I take it and dump it on his head. He gasps. "Oh, you did not."

"I just did. And I'm not sorry," I stomp away and head to the girls bathroom, after throwing me tray of food away. Aubrey follows me. As soon as we get there I check all the stalls to make sure they are all empty, which they are. Then I tap on the Change button on my watch. I had four outfits. My regular outfit (which is changed everyday of course), my mission outfit, my agency outfit, and a set of back up close. Now, I'm wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a black cami, and a black and green flannel, along with black converse. Aubrey and I head back to the cafeteria and some people glare at me as I walk passed them. Lunch was over soon and I head to trigonometry. I take my seat and soon Brayden walks in with Chase right behind him. They glare at me as the pass by and I glare at them.

I was so happy when the school day ended. Tomorrow, everything would be back to normalish as always. These things didn't last long. I get into my white mustang and drive off to the agency.