Silverton North High

Chapter 11: Holding on and letting go

(playlist: Holding on and Letting go- Ross Copperman #on_repeat and is really only relevant for the first half of the chapter:D)

“Where to next?” asks Zach.

“Lissa and I shall go shopping for computer supplies and comms units, never know what you might need for the assignment and when you’ll need it,” Andrew starts. “Andy and Asa will go weapons shopping at Joe’s and the rest of you spylings will go-”

“Shopping!” Ally interrupts.

“Uhm… sort of… But more for appropriate clothing: anything that allows for easy movement and allows your skin to breathe,” Andy says to the rest of us. “Asa, Andy, have you guyz got your IDs?”

“Yep, my name is…” Asa starts while looking flipping through ‘her’ ID book, “Reegan Sawyers. How about you Andy?”

“John Dorey. Not funny, dude, not funny.” Andy replies and shoots a glare at Andrew.

“I thought it would be nice to be named after a food place, sorry,” Lissa says, taking the fall for Andrew, and batting her eyelashes.

Andy grumbles something like “Okay” and leads Asa away from us. Ah, the pleasures of being beautiful girls in pink.

“Why do they have IDs? We’re only, like, 15,” I ask the rest if the crew.

“Spy thing: might as well practise having a different identity for the future. So we just carry around a few IDs in our wallets (school regulation) and create a story for our people,” Charles answers while showing  me Richard Nefford’s ID book.

“No, this is not identity theft, we just put a different name to our faces,” Zach chimes in before I can ask.

“OK, let’s get to work then guys,” Andrew says and shoos us away.

We finished our shopping trip and piled into the bus at 17:00 that afternoon. When we finally arrived at school we decided to go to the twin’s room to sort through what we bought.

The guy dorms are similar to the girl’s dorm, except for the fact that the colour scheme is all dark colours (for the doors and walls). The twins decided to repaint their room to a nice navy colour (go figure) and their decorations are all in varying shades of blue. I wonder what their fav colours are…

“Kris, guess what the twin’s favourite colours are,” asks Asa.

“Hmmm… that’s a tough one, hey? Maybe… lumo pink?” I sarcastically reply.

“No… I’m thinking a nice mint green,” Lissa says playing my Guess the Wrong Colours game with me.

“OOHHH!!! I got it!” Ally says excitedly, “It’s BLUE!”

“No shit, hey, Sherlock?” I say and roll my eyes before sitting on a bed with a comforter of stars.

“Where did the guys go?” asks Lissa.

“They went to Andy’s room to… do some guy things… I don’t know…” Asa replies while throwing herself on the other bed across the room.

“Why did they paint their rooms though?” asks Ally from the floor.

“Because they can,” Charles says coming into his room followed by the rest of the guyz. “Kris, get that pretty ass off of my bed.”

I blush (at his… compliment?) and start getting off. Charles walks over to his bed, sits down and tugs my arm so that I fall on top of him and have to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling. He then spread his legs so that my backside is against him and my hips are surrounded by his fit legs. I can feel every inch of his defined muscled and can’t help a little swoon. The trips all give me suggestive smiles and I hide my face.