Maddie Parker, a 16 year old girl who was born into a family of spies. She finally goes to school, meets her best friend Alice and her crush Jason but can she tell her friends the truth?
And what would the consequences be?


17. 17.

I walk into school on Monday with red lips and a pounding heart. I’m actually going to confront Jason about his dad, it’s not really any of my business and I don’t know how I'm going to explain it but I have to know. “Smith, let’s talk.” I say dumping my bag onto my chair and addressing Jason with his last name. I walk back out stand with my arms crossed in a defensive stance

“What’s up Maddie?” He asks leaning against the lockers.

“Do you know Mr Sutton?” I ask bluntly bracing myself for all the lies he’s about to come up with.

“I don’t know who that is. Wait, you mean the guy from London that we spoke to? No, no I don’t know him why?”

“It just seems kind of suspicious, that’s all.” I mutter.

“What does?” I have to tell him, I have to tell him that I'm a spy. Alice got over it so maybe he can too.

“Just the fact that he and your dad have the same last name and a few other things…” Jason tenses up and my heart drops. “I knew it! Drop the act and tell me what you want.”

“Woah, hold up!” Jason snaps raising his arms above his head in surrender. “1- Jumping to conclusions never work and 2- I tensed up, which I’m assuming you’re reacting to, because I’ve only seen my dad twice since I was 10 and now you're accusing me of some sort of conspiracy with a guy I've met once who you seem to think is my father.”

“I DON’T THINK IT, MY FREAKING BOSS DOES!” I say louder than I intended, “Sorry. That didn’t exactly come out right.” I add calmer and quieter.

“You have a boss that thinks my dad and that Sutton dude are the same person. Maddie, what is going on?” Jason says slowly. I breathe in and out slowly for a minute.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing…”

“But who is your boss? And why is he interested in me?”

“Leave it Jason, just leave it.” I say almost at a whisper. I walk back into class oblivious of anything happening around me. The rest of the day goes by in a blur, I don’t pay attention in any of my classes, I don’t talk to anyone at lunch or in class or at break, I completely zone out and just sit there, staring directly in front, looking at nothing. Alice strikes up conversation with me several times and each time she fades out when she realises that I'm not planning to talk to anyone. However that doesn’t seem to stop her asking me again and again what has happened when we walk home.

“Nothing has happened Ali.” I say for the hundredth time as we turn the corner to her street. I stop dead staring of into what appears to her as space until she follows my gaze and see Jason leaning against the lamppost. He sure does like to lean against things. I swivel around and walk back the way we came but I’ve barely walked 10 steps before I'm looking into those irresistible blue eyes. “What? What could you possibly have to say to me?” I say bluntly without thinking.

“Okay for starters I have lots of things to say, it was you avoiding everyone all day, not me. I just want to talk. What happened earlier?”

“Why don’t you tell me? You were the one lying; I was just confronting you about the truth. You and ‘that Sutton dude’ share some defining features. Yeah I noticed.” I then began to list everything that had been running through my head since Mr Kwali put the idea that Sutton and Jason are father and son in my head, from the same shape eyes to the way they talk.

“Okay how about this: you tell me what you're hiding and what you meant earlier and we go from there?” I look at the ground and tell him that I can’t tell him my secret, that I'm not allowed and to just forget everything, including the prom. Alice, who was not-so subtly eavesdropping turns around and slings an arm over my shoulder.

“Sure you can. You’ve told one person and they ended up being fine with it so I don’t really see the problem with telling Jason.” Jason glances at me eyebrows raised

“The problem is when I told that person, it didn’t actually go well and I could get into a lot of trouble for even having this conversation.”

“That was different.” Now it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows.

“Alice. Please stay out of it.” I say through clenched teeth. “Look why don’t you come to my house and we can talk.” I turn to Jason motioning him in the direction of my housel

“Okay. Let’s go.” He states. We walk back to my house in silence and I swear you can hear my mind spinning with each step I take.

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