He was just what I needed, a partner in crime. Despite how the lab looked from the outside, on the inside it was almost completely dark. The hallway was dimly lit and only every other light was on.
“If you were a file on one of the top spies in the AOSS, where would you be?” Matt joked as we looked around.
I took the question seriously, thinking about where people would place top secret files and such. “Well, we know for a fact that the basement has a bunch of testing labs, but I doubt they’de put secret files on one of the top floors. That’d be way to easy to reach. Maybe they’re hidden in the basement?” At first he laughed that I took his rhetorical question seriously, but then he actually led the way to the basement as he realized it was pretty rational thinking. We took the elevator and pressed the basement button, but when we got down there it was the same as I remembered it, a bunch of laboratories and testing rooms. But as we approached the other end of the hall I saw a rustic metal door with a small window. “Hey, what’s that?”
He walked up to the door and inspected it a little. It was a red rusted color, and it looked like it was years older than the sleek design the upper half of the building had. The metal had even been chipping off in certain spots. Matt pulled at the handle and looked inside. “It looks like an old elevator for the bottom half of the building.”
“I didn’t even know there was a bottom half,” I said in surprise.
“That makes two of us.” I followed him in the elevator and we examined it a bit. There were four buttons we could press, one for the current floor we were on, and three for the ones bellow. “Want to go?”
“It’s now or never, right?” I pressed the button for the second floor going down from the bottom half of the building. The elevator was bumpy, and that’s an understatement. Since the elevator was old we had to open the door ourselves to enter the hallway. Downstairs was even darker than upstairs. It was a different kind of dark though; a browner rusted dark, almost as if we were in a mine. But it was anything but a mine. Instead of there being a hallway, it was just one giant ballroom sized room with built in filing cabinets covering the walls. “Where are we supposed to start?” My voice had a slight echo in the huge room.
“Anywhere.”
We stayed close to each other and looked at cabinet after cabinet. After about going through 50 cabinets, I realized that there was a common theme. “Matt?”
“Yeah?” I had climbed up several cabinets keeping my feet at their handles to look at the files toward the top of the wall. When I was about to tell Matt what I was thinking, my grip loosened and I feel over. Before I could topple on the ground he caught me. In his arms, I was forced to look at his blue eyes that were bright even in the old dark room. My face began to heat up as I blushed at the fact that a really hot boy was keeping me from toppling over. I think he noticed because he sort of gave me a grin and then I picked myself back up and straighten my clothes. I was still wearing the tights, skirts, and lace shirt I wore to the dance, and at this point they were just the slightest bit damp. “Why are your clothes wet?”
“Oh, um before I followed you in here to see what was going, on my friends and I jumped in the pool. We just came from the dance and it was supposed to be this big pick me up they had planned for me, so we went in with our clothes on….So anyways, I’ve been looking through the files, and they all have to do with missions. You know like, places, summaries, people involved, all about missions, so that means one of the other two floors has to be all or partly about agents, right?”
Before he answered he opened a bunch of cabinets we had yet to even pass by, just to make sure that the whole room was theme that way. “It looks like you’re right. Let’s go try the third floor down.” We went back on the elevator, and went another story lower. “Check out what’s up here, I’ll be right back.”
“Um, ok.” I wasn’t too excited about the fact that he left me, what if someone caught me down here. What would I say? But he wasn’t joking when he said he’d be right back, because he was back within a couple of minutes, the longest couple of minutes I’d ever spent alone, but still.
“Down there the files are all unorganized. I think those are the ones they still have to sort, and they don’t know which category to put them in. What are these files?”
“Agents and students both from now and before. Wanna start looking?”
“Now or never.” He quoted me. We began to look through the files and talk as we did so. “So how was it?”
“How was what?” I managed to say as I went through some of the older files that had gathered up some dust. This was going to take forever; there were hundreds of files in one cabinet, and thousands of cabinets on one wall.
“The ‘pick me up’ your friends threw you. How was it?”
“The dance was sort of fun in the beginning. The guys of my squad sorta planned it and gave me roses, which was nice. The ending part of the dance sucked, and when we got to the pool I thought it would get better. But I kinda let a friend down, and then got in a fight with someone else and ran off. That’s why I saw you running about. Oh, and a verbal fight of course.”
“What happened?” He asked as he blew the dust off of one of the files to read the name. This stuff was seriously gross.
“Stupid, stuff really. You probably wouldn’t even care.”
“Both you and I wouldn’t know if I cared unless you told me what happened.” He said curious like he really cared.
I was almost going to protest about telling him what happened when I thought, “I’m going to be spending a lot of time with this kid, so he might as well know.” So I told him about how Parker and how he kissed me apart of a bet, how Derek told me that he liked me and how I’d kindly rejected, and how Parker heard me say the stuff about him and then he came up to me and started being a jerk.
“Don’t waste your time on that guy,” He said, referring to Parker, “What kind of a wuss kisses a girl over a bet.”
“I don’t even like him like that, but still it’s a shitty thing to do.”
“Why’d you reject the other one?”
“It’s kinda stupid, but I need to stay focused on this whole thing, you know, like my mom. It’s what I came here to do, like I told you. I can’t get distracted because of some boy.”
He wasn’t buying it. “That’s part of the truth, what’s the whole truth?”
“I suck at relationships.” I let it out as if it were one long word. “I’d just end up messing it up.”
“So in other words, you’re scared.” He was right, and I hated it.
I was about to ask him about his track record in relationships when there was a noise, and then the elevator began to rise. “You didn’t do that with your telepathy, did you?”
“No…”
“So that means…” My heart was racing and pounding very loudly.
“Someone’s coming down here.”
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Curiosity Can Kill
Teen FictionReagan Marie Dalton is curious. Why does her mom leave at the crack of dawn and come back late at night? Where does she go? What does she do? After a very tragic event she slowly uncovers who her mom was and what she did. But is it worth risking her...
