More Than A Book

A Spy?

This chapter is based on episode 'Fashion Faux Pas'. I only own my OC's!

Letting out a yawn, I looked at my maths homework in utter disbelief. Maths was never my best subject, nor did I like it. Wait a second, that was an understatement. I hated mathematics! But, homework was homework, and Uncle Angus said I had to do it, so....

I just didn't see the point of having maths as your subject. I wasn't going to play with numbers all my life! Languages, on the other hand, were much better. English was my maternal language, French was simply beautiful, and there were so many others that I loved.... And poetry, books, that was something that I couldn't imagine my life without.

But, guess what? It looked like they didn't have French at Bev High! That also explained Sam saying how she, Clover and Alex didn't know a word of it. They taught Spanish here, which was pretty similar to it, but not having French as a subject here wasn't going to stop me from learning it. There was a library, I had my books, but I didn't even have proper time these days to finish the last one....

Well, with everything happening.... It's been a month since the crazy bitch incident and I still had no idea what WOOHP was. It was an organization, I knew that much. But what kind of it? The girls and I didn't speak a word about it. But, that didn't mean that strange things weren't happening. Wherever I went, I'd always have this feeling of someone watching me, and it didn't stop.

Uncle Angus and I... Well, we were on speaking terms now, but we didn't speak of what had happened before, nor did we apologize to each other. But, our relationship was way better than before. Not like back then in London and Liverpool, but way better than when we first arrived here. I finally decided to give up on doing the stupid homework, something that Clover and Alex would do as well if I were them.

Sam, on the other hand, wouldn't give up so easily on solving this exercise, and she'd help us if possible and.... But this was really tiring, and what I needed was a break. What time was it anyway? Looking at a clock on my wall, it was 10 o' clock. Another good excuse for me to ditch maths! Throwing myself at the bed with a book in my hands, I was just about to start reading it, when...

My phone was ringing. I quickly answered it, noticing I was in a chat. "So, girls...." Clover started excitedly. "HAVE YOU SEEN THAT NEW LINE OF CLOTHING, MYSTIQUE?!" The girls minus me chorused, making me roll my eyes a bit in amusement. Of course, shopping... "That exists?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, probably making all of them sweat drop.

"Well duh, Lily! Uninformed much?!"Clover exclaimed over the phone and I rolled my eyes yet again. "Uninformed, yes. But in case you've forgot, shopping is not exactly my thing!" I pointed out. "Another reason why we should take you the shopping mall right away the next morning!" Alex declared. "I'd rather go on an airplane ride." I responded dramatically as if I were in some Shakespeare drama.

I did read some of them, but.... I had to admit, Romeo and Juliet was in my opinion crap. Not because of plot and writing, but because of the ending.... I just wasn't the lovesick person, and that was it. "What's with the airplanes?" Sam asked curiously. "Well, I'm maybe afraid of riding them...." I trailed off, putting emphasis on maybe.

"But why? The feeling of riding one is like, totally awesome!" Alex stated. "But never trust Alex's driving skills, Sam and I had to learn it the hard way." Clover declared. "Very funny, Clover." Alex was unimpressed. "The whole idea of flying is awful. If you lose propellers, then you're completely screwed and you can't feel the ground and..." I trailed off, shuddering at remembering that plane ride when we were off to Beverly Hills.

"That can't happen as long as you control the airplane." Sam commented. "Sure, anyway," I wanted to change the subject. "Who's the creator of this Mystique line?" "No one knows." Alex spoke up. "Please Lily, let us show you how great shopping can be!" Clover was literally pleading over the phone. I chuckled a bit.

"Not going to convince me, but I really do want to go out and not be stuck with this maths homework, not that I'm doing it anymore, but still...." "Precisely!" Clover pointed out. "Stopped doing it?" Sam asked about the homework. "Yup, and I honestly don't care at this moment." I said sheepishly. "Just don't say that along with Alex and Clover when the professor starts grading it." "Anyway, tomorrow in front of the Beverly mall at 9:00?" Clover asked. "Sure." I responded. "Yeah!" "Alright!" Sam and Alex agreed. "Cheerio, see you in the morning." And I hung up.