I Love Him But I'm A Spy

It's my first day at my, new school, Summerleaf High, and it’s my ninth high school. If you don’t already know I am a level 9.5 spy. (Insert shocked gasp here) yes, you heard me spy. My uncle, aka boss, sent me here for a mission and because I am going to be here up to two years he let me just be myself, no fake identity, no hair dye, nothing, the real me for once. So, my real name is Kat Sparrow, I’m seventeen and that is all you should know for now. I'm pretty used to changing schools and I've created a plan, I stay away from the populars, I sit near the back corner in class and I find a private spot with no-one around to sit at lunch.

This is my spy life


23. His Fear

I walk over to Nick with a smile on my face. I gave him a quick kiss and then a big hug, which he returned but slightly hesitant. I pulled back and looked into his light  brown eyes and saw what I'd never see in them eyes, fear. It's hidden behind a layer of love and shock, it's small but still there, and knowing that it was a fear of me, made me sad for the first time in my life. He's a boyfriend that's not just a toy or something to do with an assignment, and I might actually love him, don't judge but I'm still not sure, I've never loved someone in my whole life. 


So I did the only thing that's been comforting me for the past couple of months when I had no leads or some one or something was pissing me off, I hugged him again and buried my face in his chest (or shoulder, I'm not small but I'm not tall either).  

"I'm sorry Nick." I almost whimper.  

"What for?" He seriously had no idea, I think.  

"You're scared of me. I can see it in your eyes." I almost cry. Man he's made me so soft and mushy.  


Nick just hugs me tighter and rests his chin on my head (ok, I am definitely smaller than resting my head on his shoulder). "I'm not scared of you." Nick softly stated defiantly. "I'm just shocked and scared of what you can do." He still whispers sadly, as if he never thought or believed that he would ever say that or even think it. And I just hugged him tighter, trying to find some comfort in his warmth.  


Too many years of not showing any feelings about anything, then falling for Nick, my emotions are all out of whack. From mad at Damon to being almost in tears for Nick.  


"How,where and why do you know how to climb a tree 3 stories high and know the exact position and tactics to strike and shoot someone without them knowing where you are?" Nick asked into my hair. Why did he have to ask questions, it just makes it harder for everyone.   

"I learnt them all here about 3 years ago when I was 16 and trained here cause my carer thought it would be a good experience, plus my school and the class I was in, that I told you about before, was doing a thing. And I just took to it easily and became on of the best." I say looking up at Nick with some sadness in my eyes but it wasn't from him being afraid of me, but of how easily I could lie to my boyfriend. But, I was slowly cheering up, go Nick. It's like just being around him makes me happy, it's really weird.  


"And how the heck did you not crumple to the ground after the first two shots like everyone else?" Nick asked in shock still as the mood around us lightened.   

"Trust me, I've had worse." Damn spoke to much, again. I'm getting too lazy and comfortable around Nick, it's not healthy. "Plus, bad girls don't cry." I add in with a smirk as I pull away from Nick at turn around beginning to walk away as Nick followed me.  

"So you're a bad girl?" Nick questioned and I turned around to see his eyebrow raised and it made me smirk.  

"Well, I never said I was a good girl." I turn back around and keep walking. Nick quickly catches up and is in front of me, stopping me with a quizzical look on his face. "So you're far from a good girl, I know that, but how did you not fall to the ground at least seems you’re a 'bad girl' and 'bad girls don't cry'?" Nick asked me seriously at first then he started to mock me. Not fair.  


"Whatever, you ruin my fun. I swapped the inside of the protection vest so I could withstand more, making sure that I can stand out in front of a hundred guns and not fall to the ground in pain. No kickbacks or bruises. It's one of my best ideas that I've probably ever had." I state smugly.  

"How long did you stay at the camp?" Nick questioned in shock, trying to understand how I got so good at all of this within the time span of a maximum of a year.  

"8-10 months. There's so much that you can perfect in that amount of time with the army style training and schedule. And I'm the living proof. Plus it was my favourite game so we played it a lot." I smile again, despite how much I'm lying, well really just twisting the truth, cause I'd been training for so much longer before I came to the came.    

"Remind me to never get on your bad side." Nick joked and we both laughed.  

"I'd never hurt you Nick." I say truthfully, much to my surprise.  

"Well, would you like to train with me for the rest of time so that I can hopefully be as good as the great Kat Sparrow one day," Nick joked but his request was serious. So I nodded.  

"Of course I can. Anything for the soon to be great Nick Hale." I joked back, smiling. My emotions are to crazy right now. Mad to sad to happy to almost crying to joking. My life is the definition of madness.  


But with that Nick and I walked off towards the training area to train with the rest of our school class. We just talked about random things and I'm glad that my emotions are back in check and that Nick's not afraid of my anymore, I think. I couldn't be happier. 

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