The Spy's Inheritance

Chapter Three: Introductions

The day had sped by for once. I snuck off to the library during break most people stared at me but left me alone as if they thought I fit in for once. I found my usual corner and sat down taking out Doctor No. I started reading, getting lost in the world of spies. I don't know why but I have always had an obsession with spies. I always thought it had to do with my mom's obsession. Could it be passed down? 

The book got ripped out of my grasp and I felt my world tilting. The only connection I had to my mom was in the hands of a serial book kidnapper... Did you get something like that? My thoughts rush back to my book and I attempt to grab it but it is just out of my reach. "Give it back!" I almost growl out. I'm sick and tired of these stupid rich high school brats taking out their problems on me. Hell, I have issues too but you don't see me picking on other kids so the why f**k should they? "Sorry, I didn't realise this book was holy." 

The voice sounds familiar if he wasn't so darn tall and standing in the light maybe I could see who he was. The voice registers a memory and I feel like digging a hole but then I remember I'm not the bully. "I didn't ask for your sarcasm. GIVE. ME. MY. BOOK." I grit out. My fiery temper uncontrollable. I usually have good control over it but with my book being in danger, I kind of lost control. The tall jerk finally gives in a smile on his face. "I only did it to get your attention. The name is Flint, Joshua Flint." He hands my book back but it's too late. "Well you got it. Next time go to drama class or even better the cafeteria. I bet all the girls want your attention." I turn on my heel and attempt to stalk off. He has another idea. He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him, I loose my balance and stumble into his chest. A smirk embeds itself on his face and I wriggle out of his grip. "I'll call you, M" I look into his eyes and what I see there has me bolting for my next period. When I'm far away enough, I dig out my time table. Just my luck, I have French next. I knock on the door and Mr. Braxton allows me in. I sit down at my desk and put my earphones on and listen to music waiting for the bell to ring for the end of break. My nerves getting the better of me. My leg starts twitching and I close my eyes getting lost in my little paradise. My mood changing and my nerves dissolving. Too soon the bell rings and the silence gets broken by the sound of the boisterous students. Mr. Braxton greets everyone and then the lesson is off to a start. 

He hands out a worksheet and I happily carry on with the exercise. When I feel eyes on me I know it's him but I won't give in and look at him. I concentrate on the sheet of paper as if my life depends on it. I'm done before anyone else and that's when regret kicks in. Regret that I had started my work too early. Everywhere I looked people were struggling with it asking each other questions about certain words. What startled me was that Joshua was finished a few minutes after me. I was just about to lay down on my arms when he slides a note to me saying: "I'm sorry about the library. I thought you'd like a bad boy." I nearly burst out laughing. I write back: "I'm not into bad boys and in case you hadn't noticed I'm the out cast you better stop talking to me before they cast you out too. You have potential." He reads my reply and rolls his eyes at me. A smile breaks through as I struggle to fight the urge to laugh. He writes down quickly and I blush at his words: "You have a beautiful smile." My reply is: "My name is Johnson, Christina Johnson." He looks at me and smiles. 

I figured he was a die hard fan of the James Bond movies, so I asked him about it and he admitted he was a die hard fan but not just of the movies but the books too. We spoke about all the details that were left out and then got on a debate that if they had all details right then the movie would last a life time. To which I responded with the same words my mom had years before... "And that'll be a problem, why?" We burst out laughing. My behaviour had stunned Mr. Braxton so that he didn't even shout at us. He gave us a miniature stink eye but remained silent. Joshua asked for my number and at first I was contemplating whether I should or not. Since he is the first person here wanting to be a friend, I gave in. I wrote down my number and handed it to him just as the bell rang. I start packing my stuff up and push my chair in. I smile brightly, "Goodbye, Mr. Flint." With that I walk out of the class and to my locker. The day had been better than I thought it would be. It's funny what a bit of makeup can do. If I had to wear a mask to school every day to fit in so be it. 

I happily gather my homework books putting them into my bag and walk off to my car being extra cautious so that I don't bump into anyone. A message comes through on my phone. I dread going into the app knowing it would be a message from my dad but instead it's a message from an unknown number. I quickly close the app and toss my phone into my bag before I leave the parking lot. The drive home is a bit louder today. Carrie Underwood's song Good Girl is blaring through my speakers and I sing along. The lyrics suddenly remind me of Joshua and I feel the doubt creeping through the fun we had, had today. Once I park my car I walk into the house and I start running to the figure standing by the door. I pull her into a hug. "Hola, Maria." "Hola, señora." "How have you been?" "I'm as good as I was last week." I smile and pull out of her arms. "The food is in the oven. My grand baby is sick so I have to leave." I quickly walk to the kitchen and grab a box biscuits and chocolates. "This is for you. Take it home with you." "Thank you, Christina. You are too kind child." I smile and wave as she leaves. I wonder up to my room and take out my books. Just as my phone starts ringing. The same unknown number. I pick up the call. "Hello?" "Hi, Chris. Is it okay that I call you that?" "Hi Josh sure if I can call you Josh." We laugh and start talking about anything and everything. Soon we're debating who was the best Bond. He keeps coming up with points why Timothy Dalton was the best and I countered with points why Daniel Craig was the best. Soon we change the subject to singers to which I had too many favourites and he just had one. When he told me I was honestly surprised. His favourite singer was actually a band but it still counted in my books. It was Fall Out Boy.  

The conversation lasted until past seven and I was forced to hang up because my dad would be home soon and my homework wasn't done. We both ended the call with a sigh. I could've spoken to him forever. We had so much in common and so much uncommon that it evened each other. I start my homework hoping my sudden euphoria would be gone before my dad got home...