My Sociology teacher was non other than Joe Solomon. He taught Covert Operations back at Gallagher, and during his time there, I found out that he was a graduate of Blackthorne, as was my father. We developed a relationship, that was totally father-daughter type and NOT a romantic type. But thus, my heart torn when I find him no longer at the beloved Gallagher. It was a horrible experience.
I blink and he blinked back. Tension was growing between us. Soon, the kids started noticing the tension and perked up, probably hoping for some gossip.
"Hello, and who might you be?" He asked me, in a voice that made me feel like a five year old.
"I'm the transfer student, from New York. My name is Cameron Morgan, but please, call me Cammie." I said in a neutral voice. As a fellow spy-in-training, I must not put my superior in any type of danger, or at least...not on purpose.
"Well, Cammie...please take a seat so we can begin class." He said, sighing. I smirked and sat down. Class was done in a flash but that didn't mean that I was going away quickly. Before I bolted out the room, Solomon blocked me.
"Now Cammie, I need to see you to give you the class syllabus." He told me and I groaned.
"What Solomon?" I asked in a cold tone, with ice lacing through it. His face fell and it looked pain, but as much as it hurt me, I wasn't going to give up my tough look.
"Cam, how have you been?" He asked, using the name that only he used.
"Jeez, I don't know, why couldn't you stick around you caused me after you left?" I told him coldly.
"Cameron, I am sorry to have left you and the other girls, but it was neccesary."
"No, you could have told me! I was torn apart, and that's not even describing! Want to know how my mother described it? She told me it was if someone died. She was right but she was wrong. When you left...it was as if I died."
"The Circle of Cavan...never mind." I told him, before leaving him.
I dashed towards the my world history class, tears threatening to fall over the rims of my eyes. My throat tightened,
lungs burned, and a sharp pain in my chest. My head overwhelmed with pain as well and my legs felt as if they were on
fire. Nearing the door, I leaned against the lockers outside the class. My breathe was shallow but I trugged towards the
damn classroom door.
I sat there in the back row, second seat to the window. My fingers lightly drummed against my large textbook, and soon I found myself of thinking of Cammie, the new transfer student. I was just...attracted to her. It was always the girls to me, not me to the girls, so I felt weird by it. My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and soon all pair of eyes were looking at whoever dared to be late to Mr. Jackson's Honors class. It turned out to be Cammie. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, and she took shallow breaths. Wow, she looked really pretty..woah, i never said that.
I walked into the classroom and this is how I meet Jackson.
"Who is this?" Mr. Jackson's voice boomed through the class.
"Cameron Morgan, transfer student." I simply replied.
"Gallagher Academy in New York City."
"Oh my, Cameron Morgan...as in Rachel Morgan?" I instantly tensed up.
"Yes sir, how do you know her sir?"
"We had a...business trip together." He said, and I caught the wink he sent me. I relaxed. He was an agent, a spy, like me.
"That's nice to know."
"Yes, how is she?"
"On a business trip...it was urgent, so she dropped me off with my aunt." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Ah, er, well please take a seat." He said, and I quickly scanned the rows to see the only one open was by Zach...well...this was going to be a long year.
Sorry for the short chapter! I never thought that I would have people like this, since I decided on a whim. Well, I'm going to be working on this during my lunch break every other day!