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"Yeah," Dillon said. "I forgot. You know thats kinda weird, dont you?"
But before I could defend myself, DeeDee said, "I think thats really nice. " Making it infinitely more difficult to hate her.
"So, what do you say?" Dillon asked, turning back to Josh. He sounded almost giddy, and can I just say, giddy is not an expression that most boys wear well. "Wanna TP the grounds or something?"
But Josh didnt answer. Instead, he was pushing DeeDee out of the booth and pulling money out of his wallet. He dropped the bills on the table, then reached for my hand. "You wanna leave, too. Right?" he asked.
Yes! I wanted to cry. I read his face. I knew what he was feeling, and I was feeling it, too. I took his hand, and it was as if he were helping me into another world instead of out of a red-vinyl booth. The two hamburgers lay, barely touched, on the table behind us, but I didnt care.
Dillon got up and let me out, but Josh didnt drop my hand.
WE WERE HOLDING HANDS!
He started pulling me toward the door, but a girl doesnt forget three years of culture training just like that, so I turned to Dillon and DeeDee and muttered, "Bye. It was nice meeting you. " Total lie, but one even non-spies tell in polite society, so it probably doesnt count.
Dillon yelled, "Whoa," in the manner of someone whos seen way too many Keanu Reeves movies. "Youre missing out, bro. Were gonna mess with some rich chicks!"
Yeah, DMan, I thought, as Josh opened the door. Why dont you go ahead and try it?
Now, normally, Im not a huge fan of hand-holding, but thats really just in movies when the hero and the heroine have to run from the bad guys, and they do it while holding hands, which is just crazy. No one can run as fast when theyre holding someone elses hand. (A fact I once verified in a P&E experiment. )
But Josh and I werent running. Oh, no. We were strolling. Our joined hands kind of swayed back and forth as if we were about to ask Red Rover to send someone on over.
After a long time, he looked down at the street and said, "Im sorry. "
"For what?" I honestly couldnt think of one thing hed done wrong. Not one thing.
He jerked his head back toward the diner. "Dillon. Hes really not that bad," he said. "Weve been having that same conversation since kindergarten. Hes big on the talk—not so much on the action. "
"So we dont need to go warn the Gallagher Academy, then?" I teased.
"No," he said, smiling. "I think theyre safe. "
"Yeah," I said, "they probably are. " I thought about our walls—our world. "And DeeDee?" I asked and felt my breath catch. "She seems sweet. " Sadly, not a lie.
"She is, but"—his hand tightened around mine—"I dont want to talk about DeeDee. "
Maybe it was the twinkle lights of the gazebo or the way Joshs hand felt in mine, or perhaps it was the exposure to Dr. Fibss purple sneezing gas Id had earlier in the day, but when we stopped walking, everything got really, really whirly, like the whole world was a merry-go-round and Josh and I were standing in the center. There must have been all kinds of centripetal force, because we were getting closer and closer together, and before I knew it, something Id been dreaming about my whole life was happening. But Im not going to write about it here, because—seriously— my mother is going to read this! Plus, all kinds of VIPs are probably going to commission this report, and they seriously dont need to hear about my first kiss. (Oh, jeez! I didnt mean to say that…. ) So, okay, Josh kissed me. I know some of you might want details—like how soft his lips were, and how, as I breathed out, he breathed in and vice versa so that it seemed we were permanently joined at the soul or something…. But Im not going to tell you those parts. No way. Theyre private.
But I will say that it was everything it was supposed to be—warm and sweet and very much the beginning of … well…just the beginning.
Chapter Eighteen
Pros and cons of being a girl-genius-slash-spy-in-training-slash-girlfriend of cutest-slash-nicest-slash-sweetest boy in the world:
PRO: ability to tell the boy how you feel in any of fourteen different languages.
CON: boy cannot understand any of the languages (well, except English, of course, but even then he speaks with the highly specialized and often untranslatable "boy" dialect).
PRO: when boy is having trouble with his chemistry project, you can meet him at the library and help him study.
CON: you cant help him too much because its kind of hard to explain how youre doing PhD-level chemistry in the tenth grade.
PRO: the look on your boyfriends face when he surprises you with an assortment of cat toys and asks, "Do you think Suzie will like them?"
CON: knowing there is no Suzie, and you can never tell him that.
Three weeks later I was sitting in the Grand Hall, listening to my classmates talk about how they were going to use their Saturday night to catch up on movies (or homework … but mostly movies), when Liz came in and dropped about a dozen textbooks on the table so hard my fork jumped off my plate.
"Are you ready for this?" she said, her voice reverberating with glee. "Weve got a little Chang, a little Mulvaney, a lot of Strendesky, some—"
"Liz," I said, really hating what had to come next. "Oh, gee, Liz, I thought you knew…Ive got plans with—"
"Josh," she finished for me. She picked up a copy of A Mayans Guide to Molecular Regeneration that had fallen to the floor and added it to the top of the stack. "This projects due on Wednesday, Cam. "
"I know. "
"Its thirty percent of our midterm grade. "
"I know. Im gonna work on it…" But I didnt know when. I hadnt thought about it once since Dr. Fibs assigned it three weeks ago—the Monday after my first date with Josh. I was taking life one day, one outfit, one date at a time.
The Grand Hall was starting to empty as some girls went to grab dessert and others headed upstairs or outside. I glanced at my watch and got up. "Look, Josh has got something planned, okay? Its this whole surprise thing hes been talking about and … I think its a big deal. Itll be okay. Ill do the project tomorrow. " That was what Id said yesterday.
But Liz didnt remind me of that. She just nodded and told me to be careful as I dashed out of the Grand Hall and toward the library, where, if you push against the D-F shelf while pulling on a copy of Downings Modem Uses for Ancient Weapons, you can slip into my second favorite passageway.
That is, unless Mr. Solomon is in the library.
"Hello, Ms. Morgan," Mr. Solomon said, stopping me in my tracks. Im pretty sure he doesnt know about any of the secret passageways—especially that one, since it took me two full years to find it—but still it totally freaked me out to turn around and see him standing there.
"And what are you up to this fine evening?" He shoved both hands into his pockets, then leaned forward. "Hot date?"
Im pretty sure that was Joe Solomons attempt at male-role-model humor, but it still didnt stop me from making a noise that sounded like hahahahahaha. Yeah. I know. How covert am I?
"Oh, I was just… Um …"
"Hey, kiddo," I heard from behind me. "Were you looking for me?"
The library is probably my favorite room in the mansion. It has a huge stone fireplace in the middle of a two-story circular space thats filled with study tables and big comfy armchairs. Overhead, a second-story balcony overlooks everything, and thats where I saw my mother.
She started down the stairs, a book of poetry in her hands, and I thought she looked like the most beautiful thing Id ever seen. She reached the main floor and slipped her arm around me. "I was just coming to find you. "
"Uh, you were?"
And then I remembered Joe Solomon who was standing there, looking on.
"Well then," he said, taking a step toward the door. "Ill leave you two girls alone. "
Okay, Im not sure, but I think my mom could totally take Joe Solomon, and as soon as he called her a "girl" I thought for sure Id see the proof. But Mom didnt say anything. She didnt pin h
is arm behind his back or jump into the air and slash him across the face with one of her high-heeled black boots (a move I totally want to perfect someday—just as soon as I can borrow those boots). Oh, no, she just smiled at him. Like a Thanks, I can take it from here smile.
I felt sick. She pulled me into the hall and walked with me toward the chapel. Behind me, I heard the scrape of forks on plates and dinner chatter (in Farsi) as we passed the Great Hall. She looped her arm through mine and said, "I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight. "
Okay, so I know I have lots of different languages at my disposal and everything, but I honestly didnt understand what my mother was asking. It was weird— not like Nazi-submarine-in-the-lake weird, but someones-been-watching-too-many-made-for-TV-movies weird.
"Or not," she jumped to say when she read my bewildered expression. "I just thought you might want to go into town or something. "
Well, actually, I did want to go to town—just not with her. In fact, I was already wearing lipstick, and an outfit was stashed in the tunnel. Josh had sounded so excited when hed said, "Now, youre coming Saturday night, right? You dont have to do something with your parents, do you?"
Id said no, but now my mother was asking me to do just that. I looked into her eyes—her beautiful eyes that have seen horrors and miracles and all things in between, and then I said, "Im pretty tired. " Technically not a lie.
"Something low-key, then," she said with all her super-spy persistence. "Maybe a movie?"
"I…" I am a terrible person. "I… See, Ive got to …"
Then I heard a voice behind me. "Cammie promised to help me with my organic chemistry paper. "
I turned to see Macey McHenry strolling my way. Her face was blank, her tone perfectly normal. Macey might have been behind the curve academically, but when it came to the lyin side of spyin, the girl was a natural. (And the fact that Tina Walters swears she hijacked a sheiks yacht in the Mediterranean probably played into that a little bit. )
Mom looked at Macey and then back at me. "Oh," she said, but her smile seemed a little forced and her tone a little sad as she lowered her voice and rubbed my arms. "Okay. I just didnt want you to be alone tonight. "
Alone? When am I ever alone? I live in a mansion with about a hundred girls, and except for when Im in my secret room or one of the window seats or by myself in the loft of the P&E barn or … Okay, so sometimes Im alone.
Macey slipped away, and Mom watched her go. "I know it hasnt been easy … with her. But Im proud of you, kiddo. " She hugged me again. It was a hug that lingered, like there might not be another one for a long, long time, and I wished for a second that I didnt have to pull away so soon. Or ever. But I did anyway. Josh was waiting.
"Supper?" I asked. "Tomorrow night?"
"Sure thing, kiddo," Mom said as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I turned and headed down the corridor, my footsteps thankfully louder than my thoughts. That is, until I turned the corner in the long stone corridor and ran right into Macey.