F•A•S•T//r.s.l.❣

2.1

I returned to my room, sitting down at my bed to remove my jazz shoes. "Athena?"

"Yeah?" I looked around at Casey, who still looked downcast from yesterday.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure" I dropped my shoes and sat cross-legged, my full attention on her. She fiddled with her bracelets anxiously, then breathed.

"I don't want our friendship to go to waste. You have honestly became a sister to me, something I didn't expect to happen but I'm so lucky that it did" said Casey, less tense. "But in order for us to work out, you need to tell me why you're quite a-the mystery"

"If I told you, would you believe me?"

"Unless you're telling me about aliens then no, I wouldn't believe you then" she chuckled. From my bags, I grabbed my F.A.S.T. certificate, confirming I was a spy.

"This is only to be shown to the FBI and CIA, not even the regular police can see this" I explained, perching beside her.

"What does it mean? What is F.A.S.T.?"

"Federal Agency of Spy Tactics" I said. "I'm a spy"

She arched an eyebrow at me. "Prove it"

"Okay, tell me your deepest secret"

"Why would I ever- oh shit"

I locked eyes with her, not shifting my gaze for a second. It was a thing David taught me himself, to make the other one feel uncomfortable and eventually start talking.

"Beards turn me on"

"EW" I grimaced. "But yeah, I'm a spy which explains why I'm so alert and always on my feet"

"So do you do dangerous missions? Deactivate bombs? Climb down buildings and always seduce the men to get information?" Her eyes sparkled, imagining the commercial version of a spy. They seemed to miss out the key element of getting injured.

"Yes, yes- I refuse to do that- and once" I smiled. "But you cannot tell anybody, or I will have to kill you. I signed something that made me promise to kill whoever spread the word"

"I'm not the only one who knows?"

"No, Ross knows too-"

Somebody knocked at the door. I held up a finger, and Ross was standing there. He beckoned me out of the room, closing the door slightly.

"Hello"

"Hi" he beamed. "I come to you with a chance of a lifetime?"

"What's up?" I asked, and he held up his ice hockey shirt.

"We have the final match next week and it's a tradition for the current girl a Lynch guy dates to wear his shirt to the match" he explained. "So that's two chances in a lifetime..so, would you like to wear my shirt?"

I tapped his nose, his cheeks instantly glowing crimson. "It would be a honour, what day is the match?"

"Next Friday at 5" he looked like an excited toddler, and it radiated to me when he gave me a hug. "Also, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

"I'd love to"

"Awesome, I'll pick you up at 4 tomorrow then" he winked, walking away with a little victory dance.

I walked into the dorm and Casey pounced on me for information. "What happened?"

"One; he wants me to wear his shirt to the match next week!"

"OHMYGOD that is so cute! What else?"

"I have a date tomorrow after school!"
I jumped up and down beaming. "What do I wear?!"

"Right, chill" Casey held me down. "Let's sort that out now!"

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"Where are we going?" I clung onto his hands, being extra careful as to how I walked since my eyes were covered.

"We're almost there, but remember when you said you're a bit of an old fashioned person so" he removed his hands from my face. "So I brought you here?"

A neon sign reading 'Chrissie's Diner' was upon a one-storey, 50's themed diner. I giggled. "It's so cute!"

"I knew you'd like it, let's go in" he twirled me, just as drops of rain began to fall. "They have like, the best burgers here

Inside it was cosy, with music from the time playing. We took a booth, appreciating the drops of water whilst we waited for our food.

"When you used to date Sierra," I piped up. "Did you meet her parents?"

"Um, yeah. Her mother's lovely, her dad is just really cold" Ross shrugged. "But I was dating his youngest daughter so it was understandable?"

"What was he like?"

"I don't know, just overall scary; why all the questions?"

"Nothing I was just wondering"

"How about we stop talking about Sierra's dad as focus on us on our date?" He winked and I sighed.

"No, you're totally right. I'm sorry" I smiled to him as he gently pinched my nose, earning a smile from me.