The Story of the Wild Ones

Chapter 11: Nothing To Hide

AN: Hello lovely readers! I'm sorry to interrupt your reading but I would like to apologize about my upload times. I know I've said this before and I'm probably going to say this at least once more, so bear with me! I have no excuses for how late I've been uploading. I remember saying I would be better but I didn't know how to inspire myself to write. To be completely honest, I have lost interest in the band BVB. They helped me get through some tough times but now that my problems have evolved, so have my likes and interests. Don't worry though! I am in love with my ideas for this story! I am going to finish the story but the characters will probably not be acting how they would irl. (sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry) ILY!!!

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*Andy's P.O.V.*

As I walked down the long hallway with offices on the other side of each door, I couldn't help but feel like I was betraying Jess. She thinks I'm about to put him in a harder class... I mean... I guess things will be tougher for Cameron.

"Hello, Andy!" The receptionist said. I'm pretty sure she's trying to get at me.

"Hi... um... could you help direct me to room 184? I have to sort some things out for Jess." Once I said Jess' name, the girl's smile faltered. She looked down at her papers for a moment before answering me.

"Yeah. right down that hall and straight on till you get to the tenth door. The numbers should help you." She barely looked at me. Why does every woman I meet automatically like me?

"Thank you." I already knew where I was going. I just wanted to see what she would say. There isn't even a room 184. The numbers end at 172. Maybe I should ask to put her in some classes.

I found the room I was looking for and stood in front of it for a second. For some reason, I feel different about meeting with him. I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!"

I slowly opened the door and studied his face. He was smiling at me. Like I had just told him a bad joke. In a way, I had. I never go out of my way to visit him and he knows it.

"It's good to see you! How's Jess? Last I heard she was settling in just fine," he said, not letting me answer his useless question.

"She's happy," I replied before standing near the door. "Her friend Cameron,"

"Who is this Cameron character? What's she like," he let his imagination create my response.

"Cameron is Jess' childhood friend. We saved him a couple weeks back," I said, "I suspect something has occurred and-"

"Let me guess, Mr. Cameron and your lovely Jessie have ridden off into the sunset without you," He laughed. I let out a sigh and sat in the chair directly in front of him.

"Listen to me," I said which caught his attention, "you do not want to interrupt me this time because the information I am about to share with you is-"

"About Cameron and Jessie's wedding? I can sense they will not settle for the traditional junk so I was thinking we could-"

"What did I just say?" I stood to make myself taller than him, "Jess and I suspect Cameron has been working with the enemy."

He looked at me with a fading smile. I slowly sat back down and awaited his reaction.

"Did you think I didn't know this? Of course, he is! He's our spy! Haven't you noticed my weekly meetings with him? I thought you would never catch on!" He laughed loud enough to make me hate him a tiny bit more than I already do.