Getting Caught Undercover

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Ello Loves, PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ. so I just wanted to address some of the complaints I've been getting about Claire's point of view. Yes, I do use her point of view a lot, but really her story wasn't exactly finished. I left that story on the biggest cliffhanger of them all. I'm actually slowly working on adding more chapters before the epilogue because it really just ended abruptly. This story is about Clover, Riley, and Claire all meeting and their story on what happened when they met and the struggles they face with the gang. But that has already happened at this point. In order for the story to not have a plot hole or something like that, I must explain how they all got to that scene in the prologue. We're on chapter twelve now and I personally thought I was going to make this story have around thirty chapters, but I can't even guarantee it will be that short. When you started reading this story you signed up for an adventure of love, heartbreak, and some answers to some long awaited mysteries. You won't just find out about Claire, Riley, and Clover, no, you'll find out about Andrew's past, Caiden's past, Jesse's past, and you'll find out what exactly has gone on in the past 9 years with other people like Taylor or heck even Keith. You'll meet new characters and you may even lose some well known, loved ones as well. So if you can't handle the change in point of views, the heartbreak, or the flashbacks then you might as well stop reading now because this book won't be like the past ones. At this point, every chapter could just end up leaving you more confused than the last. But hey, I never said this adventure would be easy. Anyways, enjoy!(: Xx

~KittyKat <3 

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~Clover's POV~

I glanced behind me and looked at Riley who was watching me carefully, she wasn't dressed in her normal attire, instead, she wore all black clothes with chains on her pants and combat boots. Her bright blue hair stood out making me mentally cringe. She definitely took the whole going undercover thing seriously. Joey sat next to he wearing a green wig and all black as well. They looked to be on a date, but I knew, in reality, they were watching me make the first move with a man named Keith Mabry.

 Facing forward again, I knew it was time to finally enter the building a couple steps away. I glanced at the glass windows and took in my reflection. My hair was up in a high, tight ponytail and I wore skin tight black capris and a gray sports bra. I had black headphones in and one of those phone holders on my arm for joggers. My black fingerless gloves were on, along with my all black Nike shoes and my eyeliner and mascara was still perfectly in place, yet I still looked as if I just got done jogging with my semi-wet shoulders, forehead, and hair. Anyone who knew me could easily tell I was Clover Thompson since everything about me was the exact same except the new highlights I got put in. Instead, of my hair being completely plain blonde, I now had caramel and blonde highlights. Yes, it wasn't a huge change, but I needed something new to show I'm not that same girl I use to be. I'm now seriously in some risky business and I needed to put my game face on and this was only the beginning.

 Inside of this store awaited the one and only Keith Mabry, the same guy who Claire had no idea was faking to be her doctor. If going undercover was the new thing around here then that's fine, I've done it before I could do it again. This was all a test to see if this guy knew who I was, a risky test I may add, but still a test. 

Ding, ding.

The door jingled as I opened it and entered, it was a small and not the nicest convenient store, but apparently it was where Keith was currently located. 

I glanced around the small store. There were only about five aisles which mean it should be fairly easy to find him since Riley showed me a picture before hand. I headed over to the back where the drinks seemed to be located. I reached my hand out to grab a bottled water but paused when another hand reached out for the same item. I immediately retracted my hand and removed my headphones, holding them tightly in my left hand. "I'm sorry!" I said looking up at the handsome man wearing a low cut black shirt, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. I saw his hair was all styled to one side and it made me curious to how Claire couldn't realize this man screamed bad.