Taking advantage of the trampoline under my feet, I bounced once, twice, three times, and sailed over her, landing in ready stance between two of the others, who didn’t seem the least bit interested in the fact that their fearless leader and I were engaged in some hard-core hand-to-hand.
I crooked my finger at Brooke. “Enough with the trampoline,” I said. “Let’s play my way.”
Brooke effortlessly flipped off the trampoline and looked down at her nails. “Nah,” she said. “I’m tired of playing.” She turned to the others. “You guys see what you needed to see?”
“Yeah.”
“Yup.”
“I’m good.”
“Works for me.”
“Welcome to the squad, Toby!” Lucy, who I could only infer seriously needed to switch to decaf, squealed at high volume. She threw her arms around me. “We’re going to have so much fun!”
This was not happening.
I extracted myself from Lucy’s grasp. For the first time, Ireally looked at the room around me, and the venomous response on the tip of my tongue faded into what in all honesty I would describe as incoherent mumbling.
“Wha … huh … whaaa?”
While the drop to the trampoline hadn’t been more than eight or ten feet, I was now standing at the top of a spiral staircase. The others pushed and prodded me down it, and when I reached the bottom, all I could do was continue with my incoherent mumbling. The room was easily three stories tall, with thick white Plexiglas walls that looked like something out ofThe Matrix.I counted four doors, two staircases, and what can only be described as the world’s biggest flat-screen television.
I couldn’t help thinking of my flippant words to Noah the day before. Unbeknownst to me, the cheerleaders really did have a secret lair.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Tara took a step forward to stand beside me. Her low voice echoed in the massive space. “I’m sure you must be overwhelmed. We all were, at first.”
“Maybeyouwere”—Chloe delivered the words with a patented Chloe Larson eye roll—“but I’m never whelmed.”
“All right.” Tara rolled with the punches. “We were all overwhelmed at first, except for Chloe, who is unwhelmable.” Her low, even tone never changed, but the look in her eyes at the “unwhelmable” comment made me smile for the first time since I’d been told to stretch that morning.
“What exactly is this place?” I addressed the question to Tara, who seemed (teal hand incident aside) the least likely to force me to commit cheerocide.
“This,” Tara said simply, “is the Quad.”
“The Quad,” I repeated.
The other girls nodded.
“The Squad Quad,” Brooke said, and as she stepped forward, the other girls, even Tara, edged back. “An underground, state-of-the-art, soundproof, bulletproof, boyproof, waterproof, digitalized, motorized, tantalizingly secure fourteen-thousand-square-foot enclosure equipped with everything from radar to TiVo.”
“TiVo,” I repeated.
“Let me break it down for you, To-bee.” Brooke broke my name into two distinct syllables. “You’re standing in the middle of one of the government’s most elite operative agencies.”
“Operatives.” I couldn’t seem to stop repeating everything she said.
“Operatives. Secret agents. Spies.Charlie’s Angelsmeets James Bond meetsBring It On.”
“Bring what on?”
Brooke gave me a look. “We’re the best of the best. We’re pretty, we’re smart …” She arched an eyebrow at me, and I remembered the way she’d thrown me across the room. “We’re in perfect physical condition, and best of all, we never get caught.” She shot me a toothy grin. “After all, who’s going to suspect the cheerleaders?”
Not me, that was for damn sure.
“You’re telling me that Bayport High’s varsity cheerleading squad is a cover for a group of government superspies?” She had to realize how ridiculous that sounded.
“You know, Toby, maybe you’re not as slow as we thought.”
