My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 27

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My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 27

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I didn’t know my note would scared you that much, Avery. Or should I say, Lily. It was fun watching you squirm. ? Bye, bye for now.
Letting out an ear-piercing scream, Demitri and Skylar both covered their ears as they tried to escape the thunderous sound. As their eyes met mine, I could clearly see the emotions flashing through their light colored eyes—confusion, worry, and discomfort. Creasing my screams, I bit my lips, ducking my head in guilt.
Chewing on the fake metal piercings, my eyes flickered to my phone seeing the text message clearly displayed on my screen. The name ‘Unknown’ still flashed at me like a big neon sign, sending every hair on my body standing upwards in attention. I s----d in a breath, hearing my own heartbeat booming in my ears, pounding a million miles a minute.
“What in the world happened?” Demitri was the first to ask.


“I—phone—him,” I managed to squeaked out, as my body trembled with fear. He knows. The freaking killer knows who I am! Gulping loudly, I felt the cold sweat dripping down my forehead, as the temperature in the room started rising higher and higher—to the point that I was gasping for air.
Wheezing uncontrollably, I breathed heavily as my cousins patted my back, instructing me to take deep even breaths. Once I was able to get my breathing under control, Demitri lead me away from his room, and sat me down on the living room couch.
“Are you alright now?” Skylar asked softly, as he knelt down in front of me.
I nodded my head, as I managed to flash him a weak smile. “Yeah,” I said quietly, “Thanks.”
He returned my smile with ease. “No problem,” he said before his eyebrows dipped down in confusion. “Why were you screaming earlier though?”
“The killer.”


Skylar’s eyes flickered with beliwerement, as he tilted his head to the right. “What about the killer?” Skylar asked, as I saw Demitri taking the seat next to me in the corner of my eye. Leaning his body closer towards me, he placed his hands on his lap.

“He knows . . .” I mumbled softly, as my eyes wandered back to my phone in my hand. Gripping the device tight, I saw them eyeing my phone for a split second before they directed their attention back towards me.
“Knows what?” Demitri asked, equally as confused as Skylar—maybe even more so by the tone of his voice.

“He knows who I am!” I shouted out loud, throwing my hands up in emphasis.
“What?!” they both shouted in unison, eyes-widening in fright.

“How?” Demitri whispered right afterwards. His eyebrows scrunched down, looking completely lost in thought, probably contemplating every possibilities he could come up with.

“I don’t know!” I blared, hearing the sound of my own heartbeat quickening. “He just texted me, calling me Lily a few minutes ago.”
Demitri snapped his head up at me in alarm. “How the hell did he even get your number?!”
“I don’t know!” I repeated, hearing the blood rushing through my head. My pulse began to pound in my throat, as my breath stalled. Skylar immediately started whispering words of comfort, calming me down slightly as he began rubbing soothing circles on my back. I whispered a soft thank you, watching his grey eyes lit up in warmth. His kind, honest eyes made me pause for a second and really think. Why am I reacting like this? I shouldn’tbe scared. I shouldn’t be worried. Not with the FBI backing me up in this. Not when they’re my family. And not when they’d promised me to protect me with their lives. If they trust me with this mission, I should trust them to keep me safe.


“Lily,” Demitri spoke, catching me off guard. I took a deep breath—pushing the killer’s words to the back of my mind, before looking at Demitri.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice steady. I smiled faintly at that, pleased I wasn’t stuttering anymore.
“Let me see the text.”


I lowered my head in a nod, as Skylar took the phone from me. Passing it along to Demitri, he glanced at the phone, letting out a string of curses.
“D--n it! He’s f-----g smart,” Demitri uttered under his breath in spite. “He used a burner phone too.”
“And from the looks of it,” Skylar said, as he glanced over at Demitri’s hand, “whoever sent you that text saw you take that note out of your locker.”
My eyes bugged out when realization dawned on me. “—H-hunter?”
Skylar nodded. “That or Bradlee was hiding around the corner.”
“But—”
“S--t!” Demitri shouted out of nowhere, drowning the rest of my sentence off. We both glanced at him in confusion, seeing his gaze on my phone. “We need to leave now!” he said urgently, before getting up on his feet. Tossing my phone back my way, my eyebrows scrunched down at his actions, before I jolted up from my seat in literally one second flat.
“Crap! It’s half past two!” I yelled in horror. “My mom is going to kill us for skipping school!”
“Not if we leave now!” Demitri said, as he started running towards front entrance. Cranking his neck around, he motioned his hands at us. “Well, come on!” he shouted, “don’t just stand there!”


Nodding our heads quickly, we followed his lead, heading outside. Hearing a quick twist of a lock, followed by heavy footsteps, I saw Skylar’s body outline in the corner of my eye.
“Do you think we’ll even make it?” I asked, directing the question at Demitri, as we ran down the two flights of stairs.
Demitri quickly glanced at me before looking down at the weirdly cleaned floorboards. “If we hurry, yes.”
I lowered my head in a nod, hoping to dear God he was right. Because if he wasn’t . . . my mom will most likely have their heads. Ever since Isabella and John left the house, she’d gotten a lot more stricter towards the whole school thing. Why? I have no freaking clue. A part of me thinks that Megan’s philosophy in life rubbed off on her when she moved in with us after my sister Isabella, married her brother but then again, it could be just my mom being my mom. Whatever it is, the timing was really shitty.
Once we were all buckled in our respective seats, Demitri made a swift U-turn before he really stepped on the gas and cranked up the speed. My hand automatically shot forward, grabbing onto the seat’s handle in front of me, as I held on for dear life.
Shutting my eyes in agitation, I counted down the minutes, trying to breath in and out. Demitri was literally going 80mph in a 35 zone. If he wasn’t a FBI agent on a mission, there’s no doubt in my mind he would’ve been pulled over. But then again . . . we were at a dead zone. There were literally no cars on the streets. By the time we arrived at the entrance of the school, we had five minutes before school let out. Knowing my mom, she was already waiting in the parking lot patiently, probably reading a book or something.
“Go through the backway,” Skylar advised probably thinking the same thing as me. “Find Megan, and then head outside. We’ll be down the street.”


I smiled gratefully at him, before sliding the door open.
“Wait—” Demitri muttered, halting my steps.
I paused my feet on the ground, turning around. “Yeah?”
“Have Skylar take you there. It’s highly unlikely the killer is outside, but I’m not taking any chances.”
Skylar’s eyes lowered down in guilt, rolling his bottom lip in his mouth. “Sorry, Lily,” he said in remorse. “I shouldn’t have—”
“—It’s not a problem, Skylar.” When his expression didn’t change, I gave him smile. “Really,” I assured him, causing him to smile softly in return.
“Thanks.”
“Hurry,” Demitri said crucially. “I’ll be in my usual spot, Skylar.” Demitri waited until Skylar was out of the car, before driving down the street, most likely parking at the empty parking lot around the corner.



“Alright, let’s hurry before the bell rings,” Skylar said, taking my hand in his, and pulling me forward. I let him lead me, as we rounded around the building, towards the back entrance. Skylar made sure no one was around before twisting the handle. As he opened the door a crack, he looked inside before he held the door wider for me. “The coast is clear. Text Megan to meet you by your locker or something.”
I nodded, texting her. Heading inside, the hallway started piling up with students as the final bell rang loudly throughout the building. Glancing behind, Skylar was still there, with the door slightly ajar. I shook my head, smiling. He really did care.
By the time I got to my locker, Megan had texted back: On my way.


Pocketing my phone, I made sure to lay low, avoiding everyone in sight. Once I saw the familiar long blonde locks coming around the corner, I smiled, coming out of my hiding spot.
Her smile widened when she noticed me, pulling me into a hug. I sighed contently, needing her comfort more than ever now. Being around her just made me immediately relaxed—washing away any ill thoughts about the killer. I knew she would keep me safe.
“How did it go?” she asked, probably referring to the whole Ian situation.


Glancing around, I saw some faces I’d recognized from my early morning classes. Biting my lip, I motioned my hand to follow me. She raised her eyebrows in question, but she trailed behind me nevertheless.
When we reached the girl’s bathroom, I checked the stalls, making sure we were completely alone before glancing at Megan.
“It was a total misunderstanding.” I sighed, leaning against the door, blocking anyone out. “His sister got into a fight with her boyfriend or something, and Ian was defending her.”


Her face twisted up in further confusion at my response. “If that was the case why didn’t you come back to school?” she asked, questionably. “Hunter couldn’t stop bugging me about it.” Her eyes rolled in annoyance—but I knew deep down she was screaming in joy that Hunter had talked to her. If I knew my best friend, and I did, her feelings went a little bit past friendship.
“Ah . . . that’s the thing,” I started out nervously, not entirely sure how much information I should give out. I knew Demitri and Skylar said not to tell her about the note, but it’s not like I can lie to her about it. She’ll catch me red-handed. “I did come back, but then I—ah found something.”
“What?” she pressed on.
“A little gift from the killer,” I decided to say instead. She didn’t need to know the context of the note nor the fact that he had my number—whoever he is.
She gasped in horror, her big blue eyes widening. “What!? He knows?!”
“I—um, I think so.”
“Lily!” She pulled me forward, shaking my shoulder. “We need to tell someone!” she said in a panic. “Maybe your mom!” she rushed out, “maybe she can convince your cousins to—”
“—Megan I can’t give up now,” I cut her off.
“But you could get hurt!” she shouted, as I saw the water pooling around her eyes. “I-I can’t want to lose you too.” I bit my lips in guilt. Knowing that Megan and her brother grew up without their parents, still brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t even imagine losing your own parents at such a tender age.


“Megan,” I said softly, lowering my voice. “You’re not going to lose me.”
She shook her head in denial. “Lily! This is dangerous! I know it’s school, but what if he really does try to do something!? What if you got h-hurt?” She choked on her last word.
“That’s why I need your help.”
“Huh?” She paused at the new information. “My help? What good will I do?”
“Skylar and Demitri are sending in backup tomorrow,” I explained erasing some of the confusion expressed on her face, “and Skylar is also going undercover with me.”
“He is?” she asked, as her tense body started relaxing slightly at the revelation.
I nodded. “Yeah. He’s going to pose as a janitor but I need someone to walk with me to and from classes. They don’t want me alone anymore.”


“Got it,” she said quickly. “Say no more. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
“Thanks Megan.” I smiled, giving her another hug. “I owe you big time.”
She chuckled, feeling her chest vibrating with laugher. “You so do.” Pulling out of the hug, she looked at me, the tears completely gone. “So, anything else happened today?”
Keeping my face as normal as possible, I shook my head. There’s no way I was going to explain the Bradlee situation to her. That’s way too embarrassing!
“Ah, no,” I said trying to keep my voice as even and monotony as possible. “Not really. You?”
“Eh.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing compared to you, but I did get an A on my musical theory exam.”
“That’s great Megan!” I cheered, as my lips pulled up into a proud smile. She was worrying about that exam for weeks. “Did you tell your brother the news?”
“Texted him right away.”
I smiled. I should’ve known she would. Even though her brother was eight years older than her, they still had one of the tightest bonds a pair of siblings could have. “How exactly is he doing by the way?” I asked.
“He’s doing awesome!” She smiled widely just thinking about her brother, Thomas. “I think he got your sister pregnant again though . . .” she said whispering the last part under her breath, like a secret of some sort.
My eyes widened at the news. “Seriously?!”
She nodded excitedly. “It’s not for sure yet. He told me to keep it on the down low until they double check next week.”
“Are they going to visit the doctor?”
“Yup!” she exclaimed. “If it’s positive they’re planning on telling everyone during Christmas when they visit.”
“My mom will totally be ecstatic to hear they’re going to have another grandchild!” I squealed happily. Finally, some news that doesn’t give me a heart attack or drives me into a panic attack.
“I know!” Megan blared, throwing her arms up. “Especially if the baby is anything like Viktoria or Clover.”
“Viktoria is definitely turning out like her mom, Amanda though.”
“I think John secretly wishes Viktoria was a boy,” Megan pointed out, chuckling.
“Please.” I rolled my eyes,



laughing. “Everyone knows my brother wanted a boy.”


“And yet, he showers her like crazy.”
“You mean in the same way your brother spoils Clover?” I raised a brow at her.
“Okay . . . I guess both of our brothers are weird like that,” she confessed, chucking.
“Agreed.” I laughed. “Anyways,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Let’s hurry before my mom starts tearing down the whole school looking for us.”
“Aw.” She pouted. “I actually wanted to see that.”
We both threw our heads back in laughter at that crazy thought. Throwing my arm around her shoulder, we walked side by side to the parking lot. I smiled happily, knowing that even though everything is going to s--t with the whole-killer-finding-about-me thing, I knew everything would eventually run it’s course. I had my family, my best friend and my cousins to protect me. Whoever he was, I wasn’t going to let him kill two more innocent girls next month.

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A/N: For those who didn’t read the prequels to this story, Megan and Lily are best friends. Megan’s older brother Thomas married Lily’s older sister Isabella. So they’re in-laws. Lily’s older brother John (who is the oldest in the family) married Amanda (Isabella’s best friend). They have a girl named Viktoria. Thomas and Isabella has a daughter named Clover. Hopefully that clears things up if you lost track of that in the chapter! ? Don’t forget to comment! And I’ll try update asap!
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