Blackthorne vs. Gallagher (Gallagher Girls Fanfic)

Chapter 14

People may think I'm an idiot. Why wouldn't you see your own mother? And how is it possible that you wouldn't tell your friends about your own mother?

Okay, hear me out. They all think I'm an orphan, they think both my parents are dead. Why? Well, I guess I have to give you some context, right?

I never knew my father, so he's dead to me. My mother never elaborated on the topic. My mother? She was a Gallagher girl. She was respected, and then she joined COC and became their leader. I say they're both dead because I couldn't have people see her when they saw me.

So that's me. Don't pity me. I don't want it.

Anyways, I continued my week as if it was normal. I would not and could not let my cover slip. So every day, Jonas, Grant and I searched for more info on Matthew Morgan, but I already knew the outcome. We wouldn't find anything. I had to see my mother to get the story, but I put it off. I slept on it, over many nights. I thought about in class and lunches, between being mesmerised at Cammie and taking every glance I could at her. Oh, and acting normal, of course.

But enough on that. I don't need to think about that.

At lunch, I wasn't feeling too hungry. I had too much restless energy and I didn't want to be around other people in the P&E building. I needed to think.

So, instead of going to eat, I escaped to a passage behind the shelf (I know, cliché) in my dorm. I needed to think and it was the best place to do that. But, I did not expect Cammie to be there too.

"Mr Goode," Cammie said in greeting, her back turned to me.

"Cammie?" I respond, poorly covering my surprise, as she turned to meet my eyes.

Her eyes had a more muted colour in the lighting of the passage and her skin seemed like it was glowing, almost radiating a dim light.

"How did you find this passageway?" I ask, pulling myself together.

"Well, Mr Goode," I never realised how annoying it was to have someone who wasn't a teacher to call you that all the time. But I didn't really mind, I don't think I would mind anything as long as she kept talking.

Mockingly she continues, "You often point to yourself and say 'spy' when you are in my position so I will do that same."

In preparation, she puffs up her chest, lifts up an eyebrow and looks me straight in my eyes. But before she copies my iconic pose, she pauses and steps closer to me. She stood so close that I could pull her in, dip her and kiss her in an embrace.

Kiss her already, you coward. Just do it. Stop chickening out. Do it! My God. 

But she re-positions herself in my pose and adds the smirk pointing to herself.

"Spy."

With that single word, she disappears into the depths of the passageway. I really need to get her to give me a tour of the secret passages. I mean, if she could get into what I thought was my private passageway, imagine what else she has discovered in the short time she's been here?

I pull out my phone. I type in the number that I swore I would never contact. Pulling it towards my ear, the phone rings.

"Mum?"