Spy Girl

The Arrival

Then...

"Ready, Agent Micky?"

"Ready."

I walk to the door purposefully, with my head held high ready to face anything. My bully Ginny, Ms.Popular Tris, and the evil student body.

Now...

Only to stagger back again against the body of the plane as a bright light burned my eyes.

What the frig?

I grab my Raybands and slip them on.

"Argh! Ahh, my eyes my eyes!!" Jordan was on his knees trying to shield his face.

"What is that horrible, awful blinding light?!"

"I believe it is the sun, Mr. Cove." Melvin said walking towards us in his usual gray suit.

I kick Jordan hard.

"Oww." He protests.

"Get up, you fool. " I whisper out the corner of my mouth. "It's Melvin."

He springs up and stands at attention.

"Yes, sir!" He says to the hull of the plane.

I discreetly give him another kick.

"The other way." I hiss at him.

He immediately turns a pink flush creeping over his cheeks.

"Here." I hand him my other pair of Raybands and he puts it on, giving me a grateful look.

"I see jet lag is treating you to it's perks." He says  looking from me, to Jordan.

I resist the urge to hide my face.

"Shirley gave you the details, I presume?" He turns and looks at the sun hands clasped behind his back.

Jordan brushed his sandy blonde hair out of his green eyes, saying "Yes,  sir!"

"Freshen up, eat,  change your clothes, and meet us here by 4:30  pm. Right now it's noon. " He checks his watch. "We will be going to meet your parents shortly after."

"We?" Jordan mouths. I gulp  and pantomime a knife cutting my throat. We turn back to Melvin. "Where are we supposed to--" But he's gone.

"What do we do now?" Jordan says.

"Jordan, do you have some money on you?" I ask him.

He nods and I say "So do I..."

We slowly turned to face each other and yell

"Splurge Time!!!"

***

"That was the best cookies and cream ever!" He says, linking his arm through mine. A happy jolt goes through me and I feel my self flushing at the contact.

"We should go to the beach next!" He exclaims already going towards it.

"No, Jordan it's 3:30 I think we should head back." The beach was were some of our old classmates liked to hang out.

"Come on! It'll be just like old times! Remember? Me and you building the biggest sand castle in the world, having water squirting contests. And it's only for 15 minutes. We can buy the new outfit later."

I reluctantly nod and we head down to the beach.

"That water looks great!! Let's hop in!" He starts to run but I grab hold of the back of his shirt.

"Jordan. You do realize your still fully dressed?" I ask him.

"Yeah, so?"He tries to pull free of my iron grasp.

"And you do realize we are about to buy clothes?"

"So..." he gives me a duh look.

"Are silly? We can't walk into Macy's wearing soggy wet clothes! They'll kick us out!"

"Fine." He takes of his shirt rolls up his pants, leaving me with his red Tee and a shocked look on my face.

I looked at his toned chest, his six pack and felt tingles all over my body.

Damn. I needed to get a grip. I had no way to explain the butterflies in my stomach, my erratic breathing.

I tried very hard to relax and not stare at him. Not his brilliant emerald eyes or the way he laughed or that beautiful smile.

Michelle! Stop staring! Stop glaring at any bikini clad girl who comes to close to him.

Hands cover my eyes and a deep voice says "Guess who?"

I automatically reached back and grabbed his forearm using their weight to flip them over me.

"Ouch!" A very feminine voice says. A very familiar feminine voice at that.

"Samantha!!" I gasp in delight. "Oh my goodness, how are you?!"                                                          Samantha was my cousin. She was the one who I told of all my bully problems and helped me get through it. 

"Fine, until you judo flipped me!" she says getting up and brushing herself off.

"Sorry about that." I wince.

"Its okay. So where've you been all this time! I haven't seen you in about four years! Man, you've grown!"

"Um, I went to go live with my Aunt Gertrude."

"Gertrude? I don't remember anyone named that." She scratches her strawberry-blonde hair. "That's weird."

I mentally face palm myself. "She was...removed from the family bible."

"Oh? How come?" She begins to fill a hot pink bucket with sand.

"She eloped! With a man named...Fred. They had an illegitimate son named Bonnie." Really getting into it now I start waving my arms to emphasize my point. "He died from smallpox, poor thing. His last words were...goo-goo."

"Goo-goo?" Samantha snorted.

Jordan came running over. It seem like time seemed to stop (or at least slow down)  as he walked towards me shaking the water out of his hair. Water ran in rivulates down his golden abs making my hands wish that it could run over that slick skin...

He picked up his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. I realized he was actually talking to me a few seconds later.

"So, do you?" He asked me pinning me to where I stood with his captive emerald gaze.

Oh, shoot he expects me to answer.

"Um, sure." I say.

"Well what are you waiting for? Take off your pants!" He exclaims.

"What?" What had I just agreed to?

He gives me an exasperated look. " I JUST asked you if you had on tights inside so you could go swimming and you said sure."

"Oh. Right. Well, when you said tights I didn't know you actually, literally meant tights." I'm not making sense even to myself.

"How can tights not mean tights?" He has a ' Is she going crazy' look on his face.

Yeah, crazy for you...

Samantha is just sitting there staring at us both  with an amused glance.

"What?!" We both snap at her.

"It's just nice to see that somethings never change." She winks at me and walks away.

"What did she mean, "somethings never change" ? He  furiously makes quotation marks in the air.

I shrug.

"Look, Jordan I do have tights on, as usual, but I don't feel comfortable stripping in public."

"Stripping in public? Taking off your pants is hardly stripping in public!"

In the end, he wins and were in the ocean.

The water actually feels pretty good against my skin. I splash some at Jordan behind his back.

"Ah!" He jumps in shock. "You did not just splash me. Michelle Morgan did not just splash me." He say in a low, threatening voice.

"I did." I giggle at his tone.

"And your giggling? Oh it's on!" He growls and I shriek as he begins chasing me splashing water at my back.

His splashes are way more bigger that mine and soon we're both soaking wet.

I'm running from him again when the splashing suddenly stops. I look left and right and see no sign of Jordan. It's a Friday so it's really busy.

Huh that's weird.

I wade to shore, but see no sign of him in the beach.

"Looking for me?!" A voice growls from behind me, I turn just in time to meet the biggest wave ever.

I get totally drenched and Jordan falls on top of me. We are both laughing so hard that I don't notice the position we in until it fades.  We were just smiling at each other. His hands are on either side of my head, trapping and he looms over me. The light atmosphere quickly fades into something dark and sensual. He brushes a bit of hair out of my face.

That little contact slapped me back to reality. I suddenly remember we have to meet Melvin at 4:30. "We have to go!" I say pushing him back.

He looks a bit stunned "Michelle..."

"What?" I look at my watch. It's 4:15.

"...Never mind..." he looks away.

We take a taxi to Macy's and I go straight to the female wear not caring we were drenched and that sand was stuck all over me.

Jordan trails behind me and does even react as I lift up a bra.

It's only when I take out a leather corset that his eyes widen and he opens his mouth as if say something then changes his mind.

I hide my smile as I move away from the lingerie to the normal clothes.

I pick out a #Me graphic T-shirt and a pair of angel shorts that just brushed the tops is my knees.  I went to the men's section and Jordan moodily handed me a Blue polo shirt and some khaki shorts.

After we bought it, we changed into it putting our messy old clothes in the shopping bag.

We barely made it back to the jet in time.

"Your late." Melvin said showing us his watch. It was 4:31. I hold back a groan of frustration.

A black limo pulls up to the port and we get in and drive to my house.

I take a deep breath and go in. I hear her before I see her. A loud shriek and a glass bowl shattering.

"Michelle!!!" My mom screams.

She wraps me in a huge hug.

"Hi mom."I smile though the tears that just strung up in my eyes.

That's when I notice my dad. He hovers in the corner eyes shining. "Get over here dad." I say

We group hug and for the first time in a long time I feel warm, safe and content.

***

"So let me get this straight. There is a bomber in Michelle's old school ?" My dad says rubbing his forehead.

"That's correct, Mr.Morgan."

My Dad is middle aged but still looks really young.

He has blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Isn't that...dangerous?" My mom's gray eyes are wide and fearful.

"Hypothetically, speaking." Melvin nods. "But Michelle is a highly trained professional. With your request to keep her from doing a mission until she turned 16,  she has been taught in many different forms of defense and strategic planning. And will be undertaking special training here, tomorrow."

"Wait. So you're the reason I've never had a mission?" I looked at my parents.

"Jordan's parents agreed with us that you were too young to start any missions until at least fifteen. And then we wanted it to be as close as possible to home."

"You would've had your first mission at age twelve if not for your parents request. I thought you knew." Melvin frowns.

Me and Jordan exchanged looks of utter shock.

How could they do this to me? Why? While everyone else was going on missions and bringing back tales of success and I was ostracized it was because of...my parents?

"And here I was thinking it was our fault. Jordan and I pushed ourselves to the brink trying to get noticed, trying to be good enough. When we already were." I shook my head ruefully.

"I need some air." Jordan gets up and goes outside.

"I'll be in my room." I go upstairs.

How could she do this to me? And here I thought that if anyone I could trust my family.