Why is the FBI in My Classroom?!

Chapter 1

Kylie's POV:

Ughhh. I hate math, especially calculus! I'm great at it but it's just a pain in the butt. Yes only one more question left then I will be done with my chapter 8 test.

Boom. "Put your hands up! Kylie Anderson, you are under arrest for hacking into the pentagon's system."

O shit, that's my name. The door had been burst open and at least 10 FBI members were in my math room looking for me. Hmmm maybe I can play it cool.

I looked back down at my test. Last question and I really want to finish. "Hold on, I'm on the last question." I was writing down the answer when an agent decides to pull me up from my desk and start dragging me to the front of the room. A man around 20 years old comes into the room and looks me dead in the eyes. To be honest, he looks hot when he's mad. He has dirty blond hair, a broad chest with muscles rippling under his shirt, tan skin and is around 6'2.

"Well hello there agent Adam Daniels. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. And may I ask why did you bring so many agents? Who were you expecting, terrorists?" No I am not a terrorist but exactly the opposite. I am 5'6 with long black/brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a slim body with curves in the right places. And I'm only 18 years old but I sure don't look like it. I'm a latina hotty.

"Well Kylie, we thought you would be more... Intimidating. You did after all hack our security system." he said as he scanned my body.

"I did no such thing." I gasped and tried to play it dumb. By now we were in the hallway walking to the east stairwell in the math science building at my school. Since the classrooms were all glass, I could see the teens in the other rooms stare at me with their mouths wide open. I looked back at them and gave winks to others.

"We have proof that you did. And when you hacked our system and shut off the power, you typed 'Kylie Anderson was here' onto every single monitor."