Spy Academy

Ch.3

Hey! It's me again! I'm sorry if the chapter's are short, but this one would be longer. :)

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So here's the 3rd chapter, there is a little cursing, but not over the top.

Pic on the right is Kelsy :)

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Ch. 3 Kelsy’s Chase

(Kelsy's POV)

‘That’s why, pupils, x-y=0,’ the math teacher said.

It’s weird how I can’t seem to remember the old man’s name. Maybe it’s because I hate maths and the teacher looks like a pervert.

I continued to doodle in my notebook when a piece of crap paper came into view and landed on the left upper corner of the desk. I opened it and instantly knew it was from one of the dudes from the football team. I glanced over at where the paper came from, and spotted Jake giving me a smirk and a small wave. I smirked back before looking down at the note.

Janitor’s closet? Xo Jake

I wrote below it:

I’m not some slut you can screw around with Jakey. x Kelsy

I passed the note back to Jake and saw his face turned into shock. Yeah, dickhead. Not every chick here wants you, especially this one.

After a while, the paper once again landed on my desk. This time I didn’t even bother opening it before I ripped it to shreds. I saw a few of the girls snickering at my way of telling Jake off.

Right after class I started off to my locker when I felt a grip on my arm. I bet you $20 it’s Jake.

‘Hey Kelsy,’ called Jake. And I was right! Pay it up people!

‘What do you want Jake? Can’t you see I want to be alone?’ I asked him annoyed. Seriously man! Fuck off!

‘Come on Kelsy. You know what I want and I know you want me,’ Jake said, a full grown smirk on his stupid face. Man, I really wanna smack him right now!

‘I’ll give you two words,’ I said, my voice sickly sweet as I raised 2 fingers up. ‘Fuck. Off.’

I saw his face turned into surprise as I easily ripped my arm off. Just a figure of speech. I love my arm too much to do that.

I started towards the bus stop to go home when I felt something’s wrong, judging by the fact that the hair on my arm is standing straighter than a ruler.

This cannot be good.

I fastened my pace, and that’s when I noticed 4 freaking huge guys following me. Wearing black tuxedos might I add. Dude, if you’re going to kidnap someone while wearing a tuxedo, you’re sure not making people notice you. Note the sarcasm.

Hopefully these guys were just passing by and not perverted stalkers like I imagined.

After what felt like an eternity I finally arrived at the….empty bus stop?! What the flip?!

While I was still gawking at the scene before me, I hadn’t realized that a black van came up next to me, and then I was pushed into the van. Let’s say I ended up lying on the floor looking dead.

‘Is she alive?’ A female British accent asked.

‘She’s fine,’ a deep male voice answered.

I started to get on my knees when the damn van had to start moving. I was once again laying flat on the floor. Go me…

I felt a pair of arms grabbing onto my arms, helping me up when I saw who the hands belonged to – freaking Barbie.

The girl in front of me has the largest blue eyes I have ever seen, her blonde hair in curls, and she was smiling at me. In a friendly way, not a creepy way.

‘Are you alright?’ Barbie asked. She doesn’t sound like a Barbie doll….

‘I’m fine,’ I answered her, slowly making my way to a seat.

‘Mind me asking, but are you related to Barbie?’ I asked Barbie.

A small laugh escaped her lips as she replied to me, ’No, I mean I’m a cheerleader. Cheer captain actually, but I’m a real live person, not a plastic doll.’

After a minute or so I started popping questions at the guy, since he seems to be in charge. He gives off that vibe in my opinion.

‘Why am I here? What do you want to do with me? What are your names and do you have cookies?’ OK, the last one was because I’m hungry and the fact that I got kidnapped instead of eating lunch.

‘You’re here because you got chosen to attend Spy Academy, a place where professional spies, assassins, and under-cover agents trained the chosen ones, people like the three of you. You’ll become an under-cover agent for the academy. I’m Damon, you mentor. This is Mia, she’s going to be a weapon designer,’ he said, pointing at the girl with the British accent. ‘And this is Chelsie, who’s going to also be an under-cover agent. The 3 of you, along with 2 more girls will be formed into a group at the academy. And lastly, no, we don’t have any cookies,’ the man – Damon said, chuckling.

‘Why don’t we get to know each other considering we’ll be a group in the near future?’ Mia suggested, a small smile on her lips.

‘I’ll start,’ Chelsie volunteered. ‘My name’s Chelsie Patten. I’m the head cheerleader of my school. I’m from Malibu, I’m 18 and I love fries.’

‘I’m Mia Martina, a science nerd. I’m 18 and from London. And I’m friendly, that’s why I have so many friends that are popular.’

‘I’m Kelsy Roberts, I’m a gymnast. I’m 18. I have 3 brothers, Jason – the oldest, Lyson and Mason. I’m the second born.’

And then Mia and Chelsie burst out laughing.

‘Your parents named you in the order of the alphabets?’ Mia asked between laughs.

‘Technically, my mother. She thinks it’d be awesome like that,’ I told her.

‘Kels, your mom have my respects!’ Chelsie said, giving me a high-five. Did she just call me Kels? Oh well, we'll be friends sooner or later anyway.

'Ok girls,' Damon said to us. 'We'll be going to New York to pick up the trouble maker.'

'What trouble maker?' I asked.

'Chasity, she's a thief that steals weapon blue-prints and top-secret government files.' Damon said. Okaaayyy.

'Let's just rest for the day, Damon,' suggested Mia.

'I know I'm tired,' said Chelsie, raising her hand up.

'Me too,' I said, looking directly at Damon.

'Well then i guess we're staying at a hotel,' Damon said, smiling and telling the driver the change of location.