Rebellious

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Ashton

Skyler Cross.

This must be my lucky day. I mean, really, I don't even have to go around the whole school asking around for some "Skyler Cross" like a crazy stalker.

She's in my chemistry class and she's my lab partner for the rest of the year. Or until the case is solved. How convenient.

The best part? She doesn't even know that I'm an undercover spy. At least, I'm pretty sure she doesn't. Her crappy organization probably didn't even tell her my name.

But I've got to admit, she doesn't really look like the nerdy type. No braces, no rectangle glasses that cover up half her face, and no weird sense of fashion. Then again, we all have to wear the same uniforms.

She's actually not that bad looking either, but definitely not my type. She looks like the type of girl who can rip your throat in half and then give you an angelic smile, to which she discloses with a "do you want a cookie?"

Shuddering internally, I take a seat on the stool beside her at the back of the class room.

I look around the room restlessly as the teacher - what is his name again? - explains how he doesn't want anyone slacking off in his class, how he will immediately deduct marks off anyone who is late or anyone who dares to skip, and how he thinks that we should immediately get to work on our assignments.

I stop listening from there. He seems like the sort of teacher who can make any topic, interesting or bland, boring.

But hey, it's not like I have to listen. One good thing that came out of being home schooled with a bunch of other young spies is that you learn everything, and I mean everything from Canadian History to the bacteria floating around on a table, which is more academically advanced than normal schools.

I could be in college level education right now, If I want.

My eyes lazily drift over to Skyler Cross. Ha, even the name sounds tough.

She's scanning the classroom with a tense posture, her eyes darting everywhere as she clenches the pencil in her hand tightly. Every sudden movement, hushed whisper, and squeaking of sneakers against the linoleum floor makes her even more paranoid.

Hm. She's observant, I'll give her that. And has the eyes of a hawk. I mentally file that little piece of info away as the teacher hands out various chemistry lab equipment.

Woah, he wasn't kidding when he said he didn't like wasting time. Ten minutes into the class and we're already starting an assignment that's around ten percent of our grade.

"Get the instruction sheets from the front," he orders while unwrapping a lolly pop and sucking on it.

Okay. Does this guy ever stop eating? Just a few seconds ago he was devouring an apple core, for gods sake.

"I'll get the sheet," Skyler mutters before I can bat an eyelash. She quickly gets up and strides across the room.

I shrug. Then my eyes fall on a dark haired chick - Spanish, maybe? - sitting two rows ahead of me. She catches my gaze on her and curls her fingers in a "twiddly doo" sort of greeting. I grin in response.