CHAPTER TWO

Have you read the first chapter of I'D TELL YOU I LOVE YOU BUT THEN I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU (which we insiders refer to as Love You Kill You--or LYKY--by the way)? If not, go here.

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Ally

I'D TELL YOU I LOVE YOU BUT THEN I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU

CHAPTER TWO

Bex had spent six hours on a private jet, but her cappuccino-colored skin was still glowing, and she looked as if she’d just walked away from a Noxema commercial, so I really wanted to be petty and point out that the sign in foyer said that we were supposed to be speaking English with American accents during the Welcome Back Dinner, but as the only non-US citizen Gallagher Girl in history, Bex was used to being an exception. My mom had bent some serious rules when her old friends from England’s MI-6 called and asked if their daughter could be a Gallagher Girl. Admitting Bex had been Mom’s first controversial act as headmistress (but not her last.)

“You have a good holiday, then?” Throughout the hall, girls were beginning to eat, but Bex just blew a bubble with her gum and grinned, daring us to ask her for the story. “Sodding ears won’t pop.”

“Bex, if you know something, you’ve got to tell us,” Liz demanded even though it was totally pointless. No one can make Bex do anything she doesn’t want to do. I may be a chameleon, and Liz may be the new Einstein, but when it comes to general stubbornness, Bex is the best spy ever!

She smirked, and I knew she’d probably been planning this scene since she was halfway over the Atlantic Ocean (in addition to being stubborn, Bex is also quite theatrical). She waited until all eyes were on her--holding the silence until Liz was about to explode, then she took a warm roll from the basket on the table and nonchalantly said, “New teacher.” She tore the bread in half and slowly let the butter melt. “We gave him a ride from London this morning. He’s an old pal of my father.”

“Name?” Liz asked, probably already planning how she was going to hack into the CIA headquarters at Langley for details as soon as we were free to go back to our rooms.

“Solomon,” Bex said, eyeing us. “Joe Solomon.” She sounded eerily like the black, teenage, female James Bond.

We all turned to look at Joe Solomon. He had the scruffy beard and restless hands of an agent fresh off a mission. Around me, the hall filled with whispers and giggles—fuel that would have the rumor mill running on high by midnight—and I remembered that even though the Gallagher Academy is a school for girl geniuses, sometimes the emphasis should be kept on the girl.

From I'd Tell You I Love You But Then I'd Have To Kill You
(Hyperion, May 2, 2006)
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