Spying on the Enemy

Chapter 2

        Classes the next day are like yesterday, boring and uneventful. There were hangers on the walls advertising senior banquet at the Met. Quinn and I agreed to go solely for the sake of dressing up and getting our nails done. Usually I prefer to do my own nails, buy Mom offered to take me to the salon the day before banquet. That wasn’t until the second weekend in January anyway. I still had the time to change my mind. Although, I have had my eyes on a dress I saw at Bloomingdales.

                “Miss Lewis, would you care to tell us the answer? I am sure you know it.”

                I look up to my Honors Government teacher standing in front of my desk. Spencer stifles a laugh from behind me. I fight the urge to throw my textbook at his head. “I would, but don’t you think it would be fair to give somebody else the chance to answer?” I ask in my sweetest voice possible. I even jut my lip out a little.

                Just as Mrs. Lin is about to answer me, the boy from across the street walks into class. The girls around me all start to talk to one another. I roll my eyes as I feel the boy’s stare on me. I ignore his eyes. Mrs. Lin welcomes him to the class and points him to a seat right in front of me.

                Fan-freaking-tastic.

                “I was just asking Miss Lewis if she knew who the governor of our state was.”

                I knew this would happen. Of course Mrs. Lin is fascinated by the fact that my dad is the governor of our state. It’s the equivalent of a book nerd going into a bookstore. “Obviously it’s my father, but I don’t like to announce to the world that he is in fact my dad. It sounds too pretentious.”

                It’s true; everyone thinks because my dad is governor that I get all the luxury in the world. I may be a little spoiled, but I certainly do not brag about that. I have never been materialistic. My parents taught me better than that. My dad was not like that as a teenager either. My mom didn’t grow up wealthy so she taught me how to modest about the money we have. It was new to her as well. My dad was the one with family that had money.

                “My apologies. I assumed that you would have been ecstatic to tell the class. I have no doubts that you will succeed in this class. Now, let us talk about the Constitution.”

                She drones on about our United States Constitution for a half hour until she asks us to get into small groups. We are doing a group activity. Everyone forms a small group. Spencer and I agree to be a group. Then the new boy turns around, poking me on my back with his pencil. I slowly turn back around to meet his stare. He is leaning over my desk, pencil still in hand. Spencer starts to crack up from behind me. I whip around to shot him a death glare. New boy smiles at me.

                “Hi.”

                “Hello,” I say completely unfazed.

                “Looks like I’m going to be a part of your group.”

                “Appears so.” I turn back around to Spencer.

                “And for future reference, you may want to start looking out another window to watch me from your house.” I freeze at that statement.

                Spencer covers his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh. I shoot him a dirty look as I start to turn around. 

                “I was not watching you per say. I would call it observing. It isn’t every day that we get new neighbors. My little brother told me that new people were across the street so I may have peeked out. It definitely was not stalking. I repeat: not stalking. I am sane.”