Undercover

Chapter two: I'm Lacey, Lacey Carter.

Chapter two: I'm Alex, Alex Black.

My mind was muddled as i paced around the kitchen. Gilmore was hovering around my feet, meaning that she was pacing too, which probably would have looked like quite a sight if anybody came into my apartment. I guess its a good job that I live alone. My back was to the door when I heard the noise of somone knocking. I quickly spun round and took a step forward. I cursed as I fell over Gilmore, who started wagging her tail from getting the first bit of attention in the two hours I had been home. Glaring at her evilly I went to answer the door. I came face to face with the devil. Okay, not literally but it's close enough.

"Kay, please, take me back, I was an idiot, I know that now. I've missed you. We belong together, please babe, take me back, I'm begging you." His hazel eyes were slightly bloodshot, a red ring surrounded them and the stench coming off of him gave me a few hints on what he had been doing. His blonde hair was scruffy, he was wearing a baggy black tank top and a pair of basketball shorts, his outfit was then completed by dirty worn out shoes that were once white. The stench of alcohol filled my senses as he lifted his hand up to touch my cheek. My hand shot up, grabbing his wrist in a stern hold and twisting it back, causing the front of his body to be pressed against the wall opposite my apartment door.

"Don't you dare even think about touching me again, you aren't ever going to get me back. No matter how much you beg or plead me. You're pathetic." I spat out the words harshly, almost like they were burning my throat. A fire erupting in my mind, exploding in my lungs, I needed to get the words out of my system before they could do any more damage. I gently pushed him towards the steps to go, and he walked away, silently admitting defeat. Or so I had thought at the time.

I spent the rest of the day watching films with Gilmore, her head was resting in my lap and thats how we woke the next morning.

Cursing to myself, I realised that I would be late for school if I didn't get up. I slipped on a pair of black leggings and a baggy blue sweater before pulling my hair up into a messy bun. I slipped on a pair of white daps and brushed my teeth. I washed my face straight after and skipped putting make up on to make sure I get there on time. I took my bike, once again, and made it into school just as the first bell rang. Yesterday was mainly spent showing me around and letting me get the hang of the school. Okay, so it's wednesday today, I started on a tuesday, and apparently this is the only day I don't have homeroom. Looking at my schedule I started heading towards my maths class. It took me ten minutes, but I made it before the second lesson, which was a good thing right?

The teacher didn't seem to think so.

"I'm Mr.Robertson, and you are?" His voice was filled with confidence.

"Hi, I'm Lacey, Lacey Carter. I'm new here. Sorry to be late to this important lesson but I couldn't find my way round."

"And you didn't look around when you got here because of what reason? You thought it would be benificial for you to stand outside, gossiping with the few friends you will have made over the last few days. Here is a test, to prove that I am right that you would rather spend time dying your hair and gossiping with friends instead of focusing on your education. You have 20 minutes to complete the one hour test."

I took the sheet from his hands and filled the answers in for each, pausing for a few seconds on each one, I handed it back to him within ten minutes, and the shocked expression on his face was evidence that I got them all right.

"Uhm, I guess I stand corrected."

"I guess you do sir." I stated, sitting back at my seat and plugging my music in, spending the rest of the lesson doodling in an old notebook.

When the bell rang he called me back up to talk to him and apologised, of which I accepted and brushed off. That's how the rest of that day was spent. Proving people wrong who were underestimating me. One thing I hate. Being underestimated. One thing that always seems to happen? I get underestimated.

The rest of the week went past in a blur, being set the work I had missed over the few weeks I wasn't attending school and spending my evenings doing that. I wasn't willing to start the mission until I knew the ropes of how things went on in that dreaded school. A lot seems to have changed since me and Maisy went there.