My Geek of a Fake Boyfriend Works for the CIA?

Chapter 5

I have't uploaded for a while... hehe, I apologize. I've been very wrapped up in The Half Angel but recently My Geek of a Fake Boyfriend Works for the CIA has been growing in readers and so, here I am, scrambling to upload. I hope it's a relatively okay chapter. (:

Chapter 5-

 -Nathan's POV-

 Not even an hour after arriving, and the girl gets me in trouble. I thought being alone mopping the hallways and cleaning the bathrooms after school would be bad until she volunteered to do it with me.

 "All right then. You both are dismissed." Mr. Hargrove sighed. Ainsley and I stood and walked out as I eyed her curiously. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, and it was like a piece of heaven filling my ears.

 "Simon's- face-" she bent over, hair tumbling forward. I shrugged in response.

 "I guess it WAS pretty funny..."

 "Funny? It was HILARIOUS! He's such a tomato!" I chuckled at her cute guffaws. One thing for sure, she was definitely not the ice queen everyone thought she was. The image of her face when she called Landon an asswipe and winked at me popped into my head, and I grinned before remembering to stay in character. This was tougher than I thought. I blinked to adjust my colored contacts and pushed my ridiculously dorky glasses up the bridge of my nose.

 "We should get back to class," I squeaked in my phony nerdy voice. Ainsley's laughter stopped and she glared at me.

 "Fine, Mr. Straight A's." she grumbled, stalking back to class while I followed closely behind her.

 I wondered what detention would be like.

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 -Ainsley's POV-

 Geek just HAD to ruin the fun, didn't he? I mentally growled in frustration. At least the kid cracked a genuine smile at the situation. I collected my wits and went back to class.

 It was somewhat awkward walking in after having my full name yelled over the speakers by the headmaster, but I made sure that it didn't show that I was affected in any way. Soon enough, the bell rang and I was free! Except... it was lunch. And lunch meant...

 The cafeteria.

 I scrunched my nose in disgust, annoyance clear in my expression. I hated the cafeteria. Ever since I had filled out and worn nicer clothing, people became... animals. Vicious. Too judgmental.

 But that was life in the city at a private school with stuck up snobs.

 I collected my books and zipped out of class, taking a breath before continuing to amble leisurely to my locker. I stuffed my homework in my bag and shoved it in, grabbing my phone. I looked up and frowned at the piece of paper stuck to the top of the inside of my locker. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding when I realized what it was.

 It was never my strength to turn away and shut off the curious part of me, and I unfolded the paper with dread.

 Kitty cat want to come out and play? Your hair looks like fire today- and it's burning me. Let me show you how it burns me.

 I shivered in revulsion at the crude drawing and the matchstick attached to the paper, crumpling it up tightly in my fist. Thankfully this one wasn't even near as bad as the others. I slammed the door to my locker and turned, my eyes widening when I saw Rosemary with her eyes red and puffy.