My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 38

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My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 38

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“Don’t forget your exam is on Friday, and it covers chapters ten through fourteen,” Mr. Meyer announced as everyone gathered up their stuff to leave. “It’s your last exam before winter break, so make sure to study hard for it. It counts for twenty percent of your final grade.” Hearing a chorus of groans, I smiled. Despite everyone’s distaste, I was actually happy. School was normal; an exam was normal. And right now, with everything going on, normal sounded nice—welcoming.

“Is everything okay?” Bradlee whispered, making sure his back was turned away from our lingering classmates.

My hand paused in mid-reach for my bag. “Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You’d been quiet after getting that text from your cousin . . .”

“I was—” I paused, not knowing what to say. Bradlee knew he was involved but I doubt he knew his brother was also a suspect, nevertheless the possible killer now. “I was, um—just thinking.”

His eyebrows dipped in thought. “Thinking? About what?”
“About the killer. Who he is . . .”
“Av, what exactly did your cousins tell you—”
“—sorry to interrupt you guys, but ah . . . Bradlee, I have something to say to you,” a new voice said from behind. I let out an audible gasp when I saw the familiar face fidgeting with the ends of his shirt. My eyes narrowed into slits seeing Kasey, before pushing Bradlee behind me.
“What do you want Kasey?” I spat.

He visibly flinched at my tone. “To apologize,” he mumbled quietly under his breath.
I blinked. “W-what?”

He sighed. “Listen . . .” he started out nervously, as I looked at him cautiously. “This past weekend, I saw messages my brother sent to his friends, and I ah . . . read that you protected him when you saw a group of people beating him up that one time. I-I just want to say sorry for everything I’d said to you. I honestly didn’t know.” His light emerald eyes clouded over with remorse as they gazed over at Bradlee. “When I saw him beaten to a pulp, I automatically assumed you did it, since you were the only one around, and when he didn’t say anything, I thought maybe you’d threatened him.” He hung his head low. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry for everything I’d said to you,” he apologized, before turning his head towards me. “And Avery, I’m sorry I lashed out at you before. You didn’t deserve being treated like that. I was angry, and I was trying to protect him as his older brother. I just—”

“—say no more.” I stopped him. “I have two older siblings, so I know exactly what you’re trying to say. If my brother saw anything remotely what you saw, he probably would’ve ended up in jail for doing something irrational. He’s really protective like that.”

Kasey’s smile widened instantly at my words. “Thank you for understanding Avery.” He looked back at Bradlee who was staring back at Kasey in silence. “I know I don’t deserve it, and I probably won’t get an answer from you, but I hope someday, you’ll forgive me.”
When Bradlee didn’t say anything, Kasey stood solemnly before he started to leave. Before I could stop him, a voice called out his name from behind. Kasey paused, unsure if he heard right. I stood, shellshocked as well. D-did he—just talked to someone in school? Turning around slowly, I looked up to see Bradlee smiling nervously at Kasey, as the corner of his eyes twitched involuntarily. Was this really happening? Was Bradlee actually talking to someone from our school?

“Thanks for apologizing,” he spoke after a deep breath, causing Kasey to gasp at him some more.

“Y-you actually—am I dreaming?” Kasey managed to get out. “You’re actually forgiving me?”

“It’s not like you did it for no reason.” Bradlee shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He shifted on the balls of his feet. “I do have two younger siblings, you know.”
“You’re the older twin?” he asked, surprised.
Bradlee nodded. “What? Did you think Hunter was the older twin?”

“Well . . .”—He paused, swallowing.—”Yeah. He always seemed like the older twin, even though he does act weirdly from time to time.”
“Weirdly?” I asked, cutting in. “As in . . . ?”
Kasey looked at me, before answering. “One minute he’ll act one way, and the next he’ll act another way. It’s like he forgets his own personality.” Forgets his own personality . . . Could this have something to do with his selective memory? Could someone really forget their own personality? They couldn’t . . . could they? “Anyways, I better get going before the bell rings,” he said, bringing me out of my train of thought. He swung his backpack over his shoulders before looking back at Bradlee. “By the way, not to sound totally gay right now, but you should talk more. It’s actually nice hearing your voice for once.”


Bradlee cheeks reddened, thoroughly embarrassed as he looked at Kasey. Kasey gave us a final wave goodbye, before he left the classroom, acknowledging Mr. Meyer on the way out.

I smiled cheekily up at Bradlee, before poking him on the side. “So, you’re the older twin, huh?”

“And you have a protective brother, huh?” he copied my tone.
“I’m surprised you didn’t know that. I mean, I was your childhood idol, wasn’t I?”
He scoffed. “Of course I knew that. I just didn’t know he was overprotective.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged him, staring dead into those gorgeous blue eyes of his. “What’s his name?”
“John.”

I tilted my head to the side, pressing my lips together. “Lucky guess.”

He chuckled. “Come on, let’s go.” His hand brushed my back, sending delicious tingles down my spine. “Megan’s probably outside waiting for you.”

I nodded, following along.

As we stepped into the now empty hallway, my brows furrowed down in confusion when I didn’t see Megan waiting by the door like always. Seeing Skylar in his janitor’s uniform down the hallway, I eyed him secretly, before mouthing Megan’s name. He shrugged his shoulders in reply before going back to work.
“Did she leave already?” I wondered out loud.
“Maybe she never—” Bradlee started to say before someone else cut in. Looking towards the direction of the sound, I heard a familiar giggle.
“Seriously?” Megan asked, laughing. “And then what happened?”

“I tripped.” My eyes widened when I realized who she was talking to. Hunter. “And then I cried like a baby.”

She gasped. “You did not.”
“I so did.” He chuckled, as they rounded the corner. When they both came into view, Megan was smiling widely at Hunter, as he sported a lopsided grin aimed directly at her. If he wasn’t the only suspect left in this case, I would’ve squeaked loudly in joy for her. I’m pretty sure she’d been crushing on Hunter for weeks nows even though she’d first called him a jerk.
“I don’t think that’s something you should be proud of,” Megan said playfully.

His mouth dropped open. “I’ll have you know—” Hunter started saying before he heard me clearing my throat loudly. He turned towards Bradlee and I, his cheeks tinting pink.

“A-avery. Bradlee,” he stuttered, stumbling on my name. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for Megan,” I answered him. “What are you doing with Megan?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level. If he really was the killer, I didn’t need him catching on to us—or make it more suspicious if he already knew. And most likely he knew—if the letters were anything to go by.


“We met on the way here,” he said with a roll of his shoulders, as Megan nodded in return. “I was going to talk to Bradlee, and Megan was visiting you, so it just ended up that way.”
“You needed to see Bradlee?” I asked, peeking up at Bradlee in the corner of my eye. He was staring at his brother in question—his brows arch down, silently asking Hunter, why.
“Mom and Dad came home last night,” was all he said to cause Bradlee’s eyes to enlarged in surprise.

Bradlee quickly mouthed something to his brother, before Hunter responded with a quick flick of his eyes, agreeing with whatever he said. “They’re seriously worried sick about you,” he told Bradlee. “I tried telling them you were fine where ever you were, but they didn’t believe me. They actually made me go out to look for you in middle of the night!”

Bradlee sighed quietly under his breath, that it almost went unnoticed. Bradlee eyed Megan for a fraction of a second before he his eyes shone defeat. He soon lifted his fingers and started signing to Hunter. They moved with lightning speed and sheer precision; I was surprised Hunter could even read what he said.

“Of course I did,” Hunter said immediately, sounding slightly offended. “They wouldn’t let me back into the house if I didn’t. Seriously, where were you last night? I checked everywhere for you, including the park.”
My body froze, incapacitated with fear. “P-park?”

His dark eyes shifted over towards me. “Yeah. It’s Bradlee favorite place to hang out at.”
The color drained from my face, before I stared at the ground with wide, horrified eyes. Was this it? Was Hunter really the killer? Was everything he said a lie? Swallowing the lump in my throat, I looked up to see a pair of confused looking eyes. “D-did you—did you see anything?”

He shook his head, sadly. “No, it was dead quiet when I got there,” he answered me, before turning his attention back to Bradlee. “Please tell me you’re coming back tonight, otherwise I can kiss sleeping inside goodbye.” Watching his facial expression, I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. But for some reason, my gut was telling me he was telling me the truth.

Bradlee rolled his eyes at Hunter, mouthing, ‘you’re exaggerating’ at his brother, before glancing down at me. He motioned his eyes towards the general direction of my cousin, asking silently if he was free to go back home. I lowered my eyes, before the corner of his lips twitched up into a wide smile, catching on quickly. He knew he was no longer a suspect.
He gave Hunter the okay sign, causing Hunter to breathe out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.” Digging his fingers inside his pockets, he pulled out a set of keys. “I drove your motorcycle to school today, knowing you’ll be needing it.” He grinned, tossing the keys at Bradlee, that he caught easily. “I’m catching a ride with Ailee after school, so meet us at home. Mom really wants to take us out for dinner.”

His right hand quickly signed something, before Hunter nodded at us and left. Megan stared at him in awe, before looking up at Bradlee’s tall frame.

“I didn’t know you guys knew sign language!” she gushed, finally exploding with enthusiasm. “Does that mean you’re trilingual? I heard Hunter can speak French. Can you speak—”

“—Megan, shouldn’t you be going to class?” I asked her.

She closed her mouth, pouting. “I can’t. Your cousins said I need to take you to and from classes.”

“I have Bradlee—”
“—isn’t he a potential suspect still?” she probed, making sure to lower her voice dramatically just in case.
I smiled. “Not anymore.”

Her lips drew into a big smile, before pulling me into a hug, squeaking loudly. She hooked her arms around my neck, crushing me tightly against her tiny body. “Does that mean you can finally date—”

“—Megan,” I stressed, blushing bright pink. “Please go to class.”

Her body slumped against me, before letting go, reluctantly. “Fine. You—” She pointed at Bradlee. “—Better take care of her,” she said, before she rushed towards the direction of her second class.

“Your friend’s really interesting,” Bradlee concluded after she disappeared from our line of view.

“You can say that again,” I agreed, laughing. My voice died down, as I felt an unexpected warmness at the palm of my hand. Peeking down, I saw Bradlee entwining our hands together. I bit on my bottom lip shyly, as our eyes connected. His soft lips stretched into a smile, so genuinely sweet, it made me melt under his warm glow and piercing blue eyes. “I—um, locker.”

He chuckled, deep and throaty. “Go ahead.”
I moved robotically, with Bradlee’s hand still grasping mine tightly. When I met with my locker, I quickly put in the locker combination before I saw a note placed perfectly in the middle of my locker, with my name spelled out in neat print. My pulse quicken, banging in my ears. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck, as I debated over and over with myself if I should read it or not. No. You need to do this, Lily. You need to do this for your friends, for Bradlee, and for any potential future victims. I nodded to myself, making up my mind. Taking small, deep shallow breaths, I moved my hand towards the note, before I felt another hand, ghosting over mine.
“Lily,” Bradlee’s whispered suddenly, pulling me square against his chest. His warmth surrounded me—his sweet smelling cologne strangely calmed me down, relaxing me. “You don’t need to open it.”

“I-I know, but—but I need to.”
“Are you sure? You need to know—”
“—No. I’m sure, Bradlee.”

“Okay.” He took his hand away from mine, but kept his body pressed right up against mine. Almost like he was protecting me, shielding me from any harm.

Getting an ounce of courage, I snatched the note from my locker. Ripping the note from its envelope, I flicked the paper with my side of my thumb before small, print font stared back at me.
I guess since it’s almost winter break, I should let you in on a secret. Think of it as my early Christmas gift to you. Remember the other night? Well guess what? I knew that f----r of a FBI agent was following me. He was quite fast if I do say so myself. Too bad he wasn’t as smart. You may think you’re one step ahead of me, but you’re not. Believe me, I’m always watching you, and I know exactly what you’re planning. Even as you’re reading this note, I’m f-----g watching you. Scary, isn’t it? And oh, by the way, dear sweet Lily of mine, I’m not blonde.
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