Id Tell You I Love You, But Then Id Have to Kill You

by Ally Carter

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  JOSH: Cammie, is it true you attend the Gallagher Academy, home of filthy rotten heiresses, and are not homeschooled, as you initially told me?

  CAMMIE: (instantly bursts into tears—note: tears are very important!) Yes. Its true. I do go to the Gallagher Academy, but no one there understands me. Its not a school; (dramatic pause) its a prison. Ill understand if you never want to see me again.

  JOSH: How could I ever hate you, Cammie? I love you. And, if possible, now I love you even more.

  C. Elimination: Dillon, aka DMan, could be "taken out. " (This alternative failed to achieve universal support. )

  These were all pretty good options (well, not C, but I felt as if I owed it to Bex to at least include it), but as I weighed them in my mind, and nine oclock drew closer, I knew there was another option. One we hadnt put on paper.

  Josh and Dillon were coming to get proof, and even though the rumor that the security division had recently invested in poisonous darts probably wasnt true, I still didnt want to think about what would happen if Josh came looking for me—now or ever. And when I thought about it that way, I really only had one choice.

  "Ill be back soon," I said as I shoved Joshs earrings in my pocket and reached for my silver cross, clinging to my legend till the end.

  I walked toward the door as Bex called, "What are you gonna tell him?"

  I didnt stop as I said, "The truth. "

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Well. obviously I didnt mean "The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth" truth. More like Code Red truth—the abridged kind. Spy truth.

  Yes, I go to the Gallagher Academy.

  Yes, I have been lying to you.

  Yes, you cant believe a single thing Ive said or done.

  But heres the thing about spy truth: sometimes it isnt enough to achieve your mission objectives. Sometimes you need more, and even though I didnt want to do it, maybe its only fitting that a relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

  No, I never really loved you.

  No, I dont care that youre hurt.

  No, I never want to see you again.

  The mansion seemed especially silent and empty for so early on a Monday night. My footsteps echoed in the dim halls, but I didnt fear the noise. The tunnels were awaiting me, and Josh, and the end of something I had cherished.

  Still, before I climbed the wall one last time, there was something I couldnt stand to carry over it.

  Mr. Solomons office wasnt exactly on my way—but it was close enough. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans for the folded form that Mr. Solomon had given us—that everyone but me had long since turned in. It was creased and mangled, and I realized that Id carried it with me almost everywhere Id gone for weeks—unsigned, unfinished.

  Twenty-four hours before, I had been afraid to even look at it, but so much can happen in a spys life in that amount of time—a father can get reborn, a friendship can live and die, a true love can dissolve like the paper its love notes are written on. Twenty-four hours before, I had been sitting on top of our walls, but now I knew on which side I belonged.

  The two boxes lay at the bottom of the page, like a fork in the road that I had grown tired of straddling. Beyond our walls was a boy I could only hurt, and inside them were people I could help. It was probably the hardest decision of my life, and I made it by drawing an X. Thats one of the golden rules of CoveOps: dont make anything more difficult than it has to be.

  It was true; things were hard enough already.

  "Hi, Josh. Hello, Dillon, so nice seeing you again," I practiced as I paced the shadows of the sidewalk—waiting, not really thinking about what I had to do, but instead trying to figure out a way to accidentally-on-purpose kick Dillon in the head—hard.

  Beep. Beep beep. Beepbeepbeep.

  I glanced down at my watch and saw the red dot on the screen moving closer to my position as the tracker became a constant Beep-beep-beep-beep-beeeeeeeeeeeep.

  I temporarily deactivated it just as I heard Dillons echoing, "Im telling you, this is gonna be off the—"

  "Hi, guys. " Okay, so my chameleon-ness wasnt entirely gone, because it was pretty obvious they hadnt had a clue I was there. Dillon even dropped his rope. (By the way, what kind of wuss needs a rope to climb a twelve-foot stone wall? Id totally been doing that since second grade!)

  But the fact that Id caught him off guard didnt stop Dillon from being super cocky (once hed managed to round up his rope and all). "Well, well, well. " He strolled toward me. "There she is. How was school today?" he asked, as if he was going to be really clever and trip me up.

  "Fine. " I swallowed. I didnt want to look at Josh. If I did, I feared my nerve would crumble. More than anything, I wanted Dillon to pick a fight. I could yell at Dillon; I could scream; I could earn my Gallagher glare from him. Josh was another story.

  "We were just coming to see you," Dillon said, inching closer.

  "Really?" I said, adding an artificial nervousness to my voice. "But …" I glanced between the two of them. "You dont know where I live. "

  "Oh, sure we do," Dillon said. "I saw you Saturday. Walking back to school. With your friends. "

  "But… Im homeschooled. " And the Academy Award for Best Actress in a Teenage Drama goes to—Cammie Morgan! "I dont know what youre talking about. "

  The streetlight above us flickered off and on, and in that half second of darkness, Dillon stepped closer.

  "Give it up, rich girl. I SAW you!"

  Behind him, Josh whispered, "Dillon …"

  "Yeah, you dont own this town, you know. I dont care what your daddy—"

  "Dillon," Josh said again, growing louder.

  Now I couldnt help looking at Josh. I couldnt stop looking at him.

  "Im so sorry," I whispered. It was the admission of guilt Dillon had been waiting for. He just didnt know it was for the wrong crime. "Im so sorry. Im so …"

  "Cammie?" Josh asked, as if trying to recognize me. "Cammie, is it—"

  I nodded, unable to meet his gaze through my tear-blurred vision.

  "See!" Dillon said, mocking me. "I told you—"

  "Dillon!" Josh cut him off. "Just… get out of here. "

  "But—" Dillon started, and Josh stepped in front of me. He was trying to shield me from Dillon, but really hed just taken away the best chance Id ever have to claw the little jerks eyes out. (Literally, eye-clawing was going to be on the P&E final. )

  "Dillon, just go," Josh said, forcing his friend to back away. But that didnt stop DMan from smugly saying, "See you around. "

  I wanted to punch and kick and make him feel as much pain as possible, but I remembered that no amount of P&E training would help me make him hurt the way that I hurt. Even at the Gallagher Academy they dont teach you how to break somebodys heart.

  As Dillon walked away, I thought of the lies I had planned to tell Josh, and for a second I thought I couldnt do it. I couldnt hurt him—then or ever. But just as soon as Dillon disappeared, Josh spun and shouted, "Is it true?"

  "Josh, I—"

  He stepped closer. His voice was harder. "Youre one of them?"

  One of them?

  "Josh—"

  "A Gallagher Girl. " All my life, that term had been revered, almost worshipped, but on Joshs lips it was an insult, and in that instant he stopped being the boy of my dreams and started being one of Dillons hoodlums at the pharmacy; he was ganging up on Anna; he was judging me, so I snapped, "So what if I am?"

  "Humph!" Josh said then shook his head, staring into the dark night. "I should have known it. " He kicked at the ground like Id seen him do a thousand times, and when he spoke, it was almost to himself. "Homeschooled. " Then he looked at me. "So what was I? Some kind of joke? Was it like, hey, who can make a fool out of a townie? Was that—"

  "Josh—"

  "No, I really want to know. Was it charity case week? Or date your local delivery boy month? Or—"

  "Josh!"

/>   "Or were you just bored?"

  "YES!" I yelled at last, wanting it to stop. "Yes, okay. I was bored, and I wanted to see if I could get away with it, okay?"

  Mr. Solomon was right—the worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

  Josh backed down, and his voice was almost a whisper as he said, "Okay. " Wed both gone too far—said too much— but we both knew then that there are reasons Gallagher Girls dont date boys from Roseville. He just didnt know that the reasons are classified.

  "Look, Im leaving tomorrow," I said, knowing that I couldnt have Josh climbing the fence that night or any other. "I had to say good-bye. " I reached into my pocket for the earrings. They glistened in my hand like fallen stars. "You should probably take these back. "

  "No," he said, waving them away. "Theyre yours. "

  "No. " I forced them into his hand. "You take them. Give them to DeeDee. " He looked shocked. "I think shed really like them. "

  "Yeah, okay. " He shoved the earrings into his pocket as I forced a smile.

  "Hey, take care, okay?" I took a step, then remembered how hed felt chained to one kind of life while I felt bound to another. "And you know free will?"

  "Yeah?" he said, sounding surprised that Id remembered.

  "Good luck with that. "

  Free will. I used mine to walk away—back to the life Id been bound to, the life Id chosen—and away from the boy who had shown me exactly what I was giving up. I hoped he wasnt watching me go. In my mind, he had already turned a corner—hating me a little, allowing that to bridge the gap over his grief. I walked on through the darkness, but I didnt look back.

  If I had, I probably would have seen the van.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Tires squealed across the pavement. I smelled burning rubber and heard shouting and the sound of metal against metal—a door, I think. Hands were around my eyes, covering my mouth, just like on another night, on another street, when another set of hands came from out of nowhere. Autopilot kicked on, and seconds later my attacker lay at my feet—but it wasnt Josh—not that time.

  Another set of hands were on me. Fists were everywhere. I kicked—made contact—heard a familiar, "Oh, jeez that hurt. "

  But before I could process what I had heard, I was on my stomach in the van, and someone was commanding, "Drive!"

  I lay there, motionless, really ticked off, because, even though Mr. Solomon had been hinting for weeks that our CoveOps semester final was going to be a practical exam, I hadnt realized how literally hed meant it until Mr. Smith blindfolded me and bound my hands.

  "Sorry, Mr. Mosckowitz," I muttered, feeling guilty about kicking him so hard. After all, it was only the second mission hed ever been on, and I kicked him in the gut. Plus, Im pretty sure hes a bruiser.

  He wheezed a little before saying, "Thats okay. Ill be … fine. "

  "Harvey …" Mr. Solomon warned.

  "Right. Be quiet," Mr. Mosckowitz said, jabbing me softly in the ribs, sounding like he was having the time of his life.