Chapter 1-

ZACH

As I walked down the hall of my new school, I couldn't help but think that this was my chance. The chance to change everything. Forget about Blackthorne, about killing innocent people, about the Cirlce, about mom. It was my chance to change.

Everyone stares at me as I walked. I was wearing a white v-neck shirt, jeans and Chucks. As a spy and assassin, my first instinct is to hide. To not be seen. After all, I am a pavement artist. But then again, I am the hot new teenage boy, so I guess it's okay to be drooled at.

I see a brown skinned girl nudge another girl with her elbow. She looks at me from head to toe, but not in the I'm-checking-you-out way; more of a hmm-this-guy's-not-hot-. Before I can closely inspect her features, the bell rings and everyone rushes off to their classrooms. I make my way to my classroom after getting books from my locker. First class is History.

Looks like I underestimated this school. The moment I entered the classroom, the teacher, without even looking up from his paper, says, "Good of you to come 2 minutes late. Kindly introduce yourself to the class." He looks up and I almost gape though I knew better to keep my mask of emotions.

Solomon. Joseph Solomon.

Joe was here.

Why? I didn't know.

He looks at me with no emotion, though I see his eye twitch once. I follow his order, facing the class and smiling, "Hi, I'm Zach Goode. 16 years old."

"Okay, Mr. Goode. Take a seat beside Ms. Morgan."

I see "Ms. Morgan" frown. I take a seat, the only empty seat, beside her and study her features though she is facing front. She is the girl I saw earlier, being nudged by the dark skinned girl. She has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She was wearing makeup, eyeliner and blush, which seemed tame, compare to the other girls I saw. She is wearing a black leather jacket over a white strapless top, skinny jeans and black high-cut Chucks. All in all, she was hot. Gorgeous. I see her smirk and I turn to face front to see what she's smiling about ; though there's nothing to smile about because Joe is just writing on the board.

"You're not being very discreet." Her voice is quiet, but there is amusement in it.

"Excuse me?" I whisper.

"I can see that you're checking me out."

I open my mouth to answer, but she beat me to it, "Don't try to deny it."

"Are you used to it?" I ask, smirking, playing her game.

She rolls her eyes, "All the time."

"Well, me too."

"I can see that."

"How?" I ask, truly mystified.

"It's written all over you. My name is Zach Goode. And I am a hot 16 year old boy. I am God's gift to mankind."

I snort, when I realize what she said, "So you think I'm hot?"

She blushes, "No."

"You sure?" I say leaning closer to her face

"Positive."

"Mr. Goode, Abraham Lincoln was executed when and where?" Joe's voice echoes in the room.

"On Good Friday. 14th of April, year 1865, at Forde's Theatre in Washington, D.C" My voice was calm and clear. Everyone stared at awe.

"Very good, Zach."

I smirk facing Ms. Morgan "What's your name?"

"Cammie. Cammie Morgan."

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