My Undercover Life

Episode 14

I didn’t even had time to blink before Bradlee broke our eye contact, and twisted his body away from us. His shoulders were still hunched over as he suddenly got up and made a big leap of the bleachers.

“That’s strange,” Hunter said, “usually he’s not that anti-social.”

I nodded, even though I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. My eyes were still focused on Bradlee, as he made his way around our school building, his figure disappearing completely soon after. If I had to guess, he’s probably making his way towards the parking lot right now. And knowing him, he’s probably going to be skipping the rest of his classes. And for some odd reason as I continued to stare at the spot he’d last been, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed I wouldn’t be seeing him during Study Hall today. I was actually looking forward to seeing him again . . .
“Earth to Avery!” Megan’s high-pitched voice rang, as I heard the snap of her fingers near my face.

“What?!”

She pulled her lips into a thin line at my tone. “I know he’s hot and everything, but seriously, we need to start heading back soon.”
Feeling the familiar heat on the back of my neck, I bit my bottom lip at a lost for words. Especially with Hunter staring at me with a weird indescribable look in his eyes.
“Please,” I heard Ian’s voice say. “He’s not that hot.”

Suddenly, five pairs of eyes all snapped up at once, as we directed our attention at Ian. When he felt our stares, he stopped chewing mid-bite. His head slowly looked up, the smile still placed on his face.
“What?” His tone was slightly confused. “I’m just stating the truth.” He shrugged his shoulders as he finished off the last bit of his chicken nuggets. “And before you guys all ask, I’m not gay.”

“We weren’t thinking that . . .” Annemarie spoke, her tone suggesting otherwise as I saw Asher’s clearly dimmed eyes at Ian’s choice of words.

“It’s okay if you were!” He grinned. “But don’t worry!” He pointed to himself, “I like the ladies’ parts.”

“Oh my gosh, you did not just say that!” Annemarie exclaimed, as Megan and Hunter held in their laughter, their faces turning a shade of red. They looked like they were about to burst out laughing.

“What?” Ian grinned. “You’re lucky I didn’t say I like boobies.” He gasped a second later, covering his mouth. “Oops, too late.” He winked, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. Once the straps were secured on his shoulder blades, he stood up with his tray in hand. “Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m outta here. Don’t want to be late!” He gave us all a quick wave before he started skipping down the pathway towards the back entrance, all while singing, “I love girls. They’re so pretty. Brown hair, and brown eyes. They’re like angels in disguise.”

“Is he always like that?” I asked no one in peculiar, as I continued watching his little dance.
“Yup,” they all said in unison.
“You have to admit though, that’s a catchy song. It reminds me of you,” Hunter whispered quietly, suddenly a lot closer than I thought he was. “Brown hair, and brown eyes,” he started singing softly, his accent more apparent, “you’re an angel in disguise.”
I s—-d in a breath of air when I felt a soft blow of air at the crook of my neck. I could literally feel the heat radiating off of him—his cologne engulfing me with it’s strong scent.
Hearing a low chuckle, I twisted my neck around to see the smirk plastered on his face.
“I’ll see you later Avery.” He winked, walking backward, before twisting around, and jogging towards the direction Ian had went.
“Um, Avery . . .” Megan poked me once he was out of earshot. “What was that about?”
“I’m not exactly sure . . .”
“Seems like Hunter really does have a thing for you.” She giggled. “He actually sung for you!”
“You’re totally lucky Avery!” Annemarie chimed in. “Hunter is like totally hot. When I saw him walking over towards us earlier, I almost fainted! Luckily, I stayed cool.”
“You know—” I looked at the girls, “looks aren’t everything.”

“Well duh.” Megan rolled her eyes at me. “Of course we know that. Hunter’s pretty d–n sweet too, you know.”
“Yeah, when he wants to be that is,” I couldn’t help but add. “Anyways, let’s hurry back before we’re late for class.” Sliding my bag over my shoulder, I was about to start making my way towards the school when I paused in mid-step. “Oh, by the way Asher.” I cranked my neck around, eyeing Asher who was quietly standing next to his friend. “There’s plenty of fishes left in the sea to catch.” I gave him a wink, seeing his blushing cheeks. Even though Annemarie and Megan’s faces were full of bewilderment, seeing his rosy cheeks, I knew he understood what I’d meant.

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Soon, classes came and went and before I even knew it, it was already the last period of the day—Study Hall. Even though I was still getting used to this new schedule of mine, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the idea that on ‘A’ days I have gym and on ‘B’ days I have study hall. Like, what’s the point of having A and B days if it’s just one class you’re switching every other day?

After getting a pass from my study hall teacher, I made my way towards the library located on the first level. From what I heard from Megan, there was a cool study lounge in the back of the library. She said no one uses it since everyone tends to avoid the library for some odd reason, so when I opened the door, I was surprised to see Hunter sitting alone in one of the many desks they had. Piles of textbooks were spread out in front of him with his notes scattered all over the place.

From the looks of it, he was too absorbed in his readings to even notice me stepping inside.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” I said quietly. Hunter’s head rose up immediately, his body physically jolting.

“Ditto.” His grin widened when he saw it was me. “What brings you here?”
“Oh you know,” I started, walking forward. “I didn’t want to stay in a classroom with a weird a-s teacher, so I asked for a pass.”
He chuckled, his brown eyes crinkling. “Yeah, but you could’ve just gone home. No one stays for study hall anyways.”
I shrugged, taking a seat across from Hunter. “Don’t have a car. My mom’s my ride home.”

“Really?” His tone was surprised. “That’s a first.”

I tilt my head to the side. “What is?”
“You not having a car.”
“Well, now that I think about it, I guess that’s a little bit weird.” I laughed, knowing that Megan and I were probably the only teenagers on earth that doesn’t want a car. “But I never really had the desire to get my license before.”
He raised an eyebrow at that. “You’re eighteen aren’t you?”
“Almost.”
“Well,” he started off, leaning forward, “if you want, I can offer you a ride back?”
“Thanks.” I smiled, even though I heard the flirtatious undertone to his statement, “but aren’t you studying?”

He blew out an exasperated breath, slumping in his chair. “More like trying to. Biology is going to be the death of me.”
“Oh come on! It’s not that bad.”
He snorted. “Yeah, for you.”
“Aw come on, don’t be like that!” I said trying to cheer him up, “you have me as your tutor now.”

“Oh yeah!” His eyes widened, his demeanor brightening up. “I almost forgot about that.”
“You really don’t remember a lot of things do you?” I laughed jokingly. First forgetting about Ian, and now this?

He rolled his shoulders. “Can’t exactly help it, I do have selected amnesia.”
“What’s that?”
“Basically, I lose certain parts of my memory. The doctors says it’s quite rare.”
“Wow.” My eyes widened. “First Bradlee and now you,” I started mumbling under my breath.
“Huh?”
“Nothing!” I said immediately, laughing awkwardly. He scrunched up his face in confusion, probably trying to figure out what I’d said. “So . . . were you born with that or did something happen to you while you were young?”
“Um . . .” he started, his dark eyes darting to the side, “something like that.”
From the way he was avoiding my eyes, I knew he was hiding something. But I also knew not to push it. Knowing that this was probably a sensitive subject, I decided to change subject for his sake. “Ah, so what topic are you learning in Biology now?”
His brown eyes connected with me, looking grateful at the switch of topics. “Genetics.”
“Oh! I love punnett squares!” I exclaimed, excitedly. “Are you learning about monohybrid cross or dihybrid cross?”
“D-dihybrid what?”
“In a dihybrid cross you’re looking at two or more genes,” I started explaining, looking at his face for any signs of confusion. So far there wasn’t any. “For an example, say that you have two heterozygous plants. If each of the heterozygous plant has the genotype RrAa, and you cross both plants, you will get four types of gametes, RA, Ra, rA, and ra. In the end you should get sixteen possible outcomes for their offsprings.”
“Sixteen? I thought we were suppose to have only four possible outcome?”
“Oops, forget what I just said.” I motioned my hand at him, dismissing my thought. “Looks like you’re just learning about monohybrid cross. I forgot that you only learn dihybrid cross in the college level class.”
I cut my eyes at him, pausing. “Don’t you dare go back to that God awful nickname.”
He pouted at me, his eyes wide and round. “B-but—”
“—No.”
“Fine.” He shoulders dropped, disappointed. “So, Avery, shall we get back to those monodihyids?”
“Monohybrids,” I corrected, pitching the bridge of my nose.
“That’s what I meant.”
“Uh huh,” I said as I went back to the problem at him. Once I was done filling out the square I showed Hunter, and he quickly nodded his head.
“Avery! You’re so good at these monodihyids thingys!”

“Oh my gosh! For the last time, they’re called monohybrids!”
“Eh,” he dismissed, “same thing.”
Slapping my palm against my forehead, I couldn’t help but let out a loud groan in frustration. What in the world did I get myself into?