freaks | steve harrington | book 1

spying - 012

the bell rang rapidly.

there's only one person who does that: erica sinclair, who is lucas' sister. god she's annoying.

"i'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl please." she sassed.

"no. no more sample today." robin chuckled.

"why not?"

"because you are abusing our company policy." i pushed through the back room's door with my butt.

"where's the sailor man?" she looked behind robin for steve.

"sorry, he can't help you. he's busy." robin turned around to the translation book.

"busy with what?" erica sassed.

"spy craft." i smiled. i left robin to deal with erica, while i walked over to steve and dustin trying to hide behind a bush.

"did you find anything?" dustin asked steve.

"i guess i don't know what i'm totally looking for." he said.

"evil russians." i responded while squatting down.

"yea exactly. we don't know what an evil russian looks like." steve rolled his eyes.

i took a walkie talkie.

"tall, blonde, not smiling. also look for ear pieces, camo, duffle bags, that sorta thing." dustin said.

"got it." i responded.

"right, duffle bags." steve said.

i started walking around the middle of the mall to help look for evil russians. i looked back over to steve and dustin, and they were fighting over the binoculars.

steve shoved dustin down, and he landed where the extra walkie talkie was.

mine made some static noises, then i could hear everything the boys were saying. i guess dustin didn't realize he was sitting on the button.

"oh you've gotta be kidding me!" steve shouted.

"what?!" i asked through the radio.

"andra coby is talking to that meathead mark lewinski!"

i rolled my eyes, and kept searching without being suspicious.

"dude you gotta focus. just give me the binoculars!"

the boys fought for them again.

"oh jesus christ, whatever happened to standards?! i mean lewkinski never even came off the bench!" steve kept complaining.

dustin managed to get the binoculars from steve.

"dude, you really are the worst spy in history, you know that?" i spoke.

they didn't hear me...

"and i don't know why you are looking at girls anyways. you have the perfect one over there." dustin spoke.

i pretended i didn't just hear that.

"stop." steve looked away.

"kat! kat! kat!"

"stop..." i whispered, but they either ignored me, or they still couldn't hear me.

"kat! kat! kat!"

"enough! even if, she isn't even my type. she's not even in the ballpark at what my type is."

i felt crushed.

"what's your type again? not awesome?" dustin asked.

"thank you. for your information, she's going to college soon, and she's weird. she's a weirdo, and she's hyper. i don't like that she's hyper."