Undercover

Chapter 1

- "It went without saying, his unhappiness. He'd put a lot of energy into it." - Margaret Atwood

- ROSE'S P.O.V -

        "Rose hurry up! I don't want to be late for our mission - again!" Braxton practically shouted, while running in front of me on the sidewalk.

         "Oh Christ Braxton, we aren't due for another half hour," I huff, and keep walking at a normal pace,  considering that it only takes us about ten minutes to drive to headquarters. "Besides, we were only late last time because YOU wanted to stop at Mc Donald's!" 

 While getting into the car, Braxton murmurs, "You can't really blame me that school lunch tastes like crap."

          " Well, besides the point, we still have loads of time, Braxton. Hey, let's go back to my house. It's about a hundred degrees outside, and i would really like to change my clothes, and try not get myself roasted while i'm still young and a virgin." I say, in annoyance. At the moment, i was wearing a plaid skirt, with a plaid sweater to match, and black tights. Before you tell me that i should've worn something else, in my defense, this outfit was the only thing that would have matched my reputation as the school nerd. Why oh why did the sun HAVE bestow it's rays upon me, and make me suffer? The world may never know. And to answer your unanswered question, yes, i did just quote the Tootsie Pop commercial. 

         " Are you sure that's the only reason you want us to go back to your house?" Braxton winks, thus pulling another innuendo on me. Damn, i should've expected that.

         As Braxton is the school's bad boy AND player, you will get used to the constant innuendos that will occasionally make their way to his mouth, thus ruining the so-far nice conversation that you two were having.

         I sigh, " So is that a yes?" completely ignoring the the dirty comment that he just threw in. "Because if you haven't noticed, I'm still kinda sweating like a pig in this outfit so.."

        " Fine fine. You're lucky I'm feeling generous today." Braxton says, as he starts up the car, and It slowly roars to life.

        " Aren't you always?" I say sarcastically.

        "Yes, I am actually. Thanks for acknowledging it this time, Rose." Braxton says, quite confidently. "We all know you're in denial that you're actually in love with me." Braxton bigmouths.

I scoff, " Please, Caylor. I am not, nor will i ever, be infatuated by you. "

        As we pull into my drive way, Braxton smirks, " We'll see soon enough." 

      

       I unlock the front door, and step inside the two story house. I only hear the echoes of our footsteps, and it doesnt surprise me that no one is home, considering that my parents are hardcore workaholics. Before, my mom was a spy, and my dad was an agent. They had both just been accepted as new recruits, and had been assigned as partners. They had quickly bonded, and over the course of two years, had been on more than 100 missions, and had engaged, and gotten married together. They had three kids; John, as the youngest of us at 6 years old, Tim, as the middle child at 10 years old, and lastly, me, at 17 years old. Since their marriage, they both quit the secret life of crime fighting, and had found normal everyday jobs. My mom is a highschool teacher (not the same highschool i go to) and my dad is an accountant. We live comfortably, not having to worry about paying bills because we always have extra money then we could use in the end. 

        I quickly run up the stairs and enter my room, at the same time while catching my breath. Braxton strides into the room behind me, and belly flops onto my queen sized bed. I pick out some denim skinny jeans, and a pink t shirt that says Rolling Stones on the front of it. I really did not feel like dressing up today, so i kept it easy. 

        My eyes dart to Braxton, who's eyes were closed, "Braxton, do you mind?"

       "Hm?" He lazily opens his eyes. " Yea, you could change in here. I don't mind; and i know you don't either." He smirks to his own comment.

        I internally roll my eyes at him. I stride into the bathroom and change. I exit the bathroom, check my Rolex watch, and yell, " Braxton, let's go! We only have 15 minutes left, and i don't want Simon to kick our asses for being late - again !!"

        " Oh shit." Braxton murmurs as he exits my room.

        We both head downstairs, each grabbing something from the fridge. Braxton, at this point, was used to our house. He had been here multiple times and we were like his second home, since his parents were alchoholics and were always out drinking. 

        We get in the car, turn on the radio, and we make our way to headquarters.

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  -  I'm sorry if this chapter was kinda boring, but it's going to get better in future chapters! I will try to update once a week (or more than that).This is actually my first time writing, so i'm sorry if it's not exactly a very good plot. But, for you guys to get to know this account better, i'll tell you some things about us. SO first off, there are three storytellers. Tricia (me), Kelli, and Rita! We're all working on our own stories, so you can check em out by checking on our profile. We all love to write so, why not make an account and write books that i hope y'all (will) enjoy ..? haha. Well, if you enjoyed this chapter so far, make sure to vote, comment, and if you enjoy our stories, follow us, and keep reading our stories! till next time, bye guys (: ! - Tricia