A/N: Hello my beautiful lovely fantastic readers whom I love. This is my second fanfiction, so bear with me. I wrote them all with word before i had an account... awkward... but now they're all sorta kinda long because I'm not used to the whole program thing. Flames roast my marshmallows so if you have one: FLAME AWAY MY FRIEND. I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY. I just ask that if you do flame, pretty pretty please give me some real feedback, not 'OMG this story is like poop on a stick." I mean, I will totally take that, but it helps me as a writer to get critiqued!
Disclaimer: Guess what? If I were Ally Carter, I would be rubbing my books in Stephanie Meyer's face, not writing fanfiction.
Chapter 1.
Whoosh
That was the sound the hotel door made as it opened and spit air conditioning onto the faces of Cammie Morgan, Liz Sutton, Bex Baxter, and Macey McHenry.
It had taken weeks for Cam to convince her mother to let her out of the godforsaken walls of her secret spy school to go on spring break with her best friends. It was her senior year, after all, and Cammie seriously needed to get her head off of the not so happy ending between her and her ex-boyfriend Josh. Well that's a story for another day.
The point is, Cammie couldn't have been happier. She had suffered through a road trip with Bex of all people at the wheel and let Macey pack her suitcase for her, which she was sure she'd regret later, in order to get to Florida. Of course, she didn't exactly follow all the rules her mother had given her.
Don't break cover. No, duh.
Nothing illegal. Okay, so that one she broke. She may or may not have persuaded Liz to not-so-legally hack into the hotel's room log and switch their rooms with someone else's, but she could've done worse.
Don't let Bex drive. Okay, I'd like to see you tell the Gallagher boxing champion who can kill you twenty-seven different ways using three toothpicks and a marshmallow that she can't get what she wants.
No blowing off homework. Oh yeah, she was totally planning on nestling into a desk and cracking open my huge textbooks when she's six feet away from the beach. She's not Liz, for god's sake.
And lastly, don't do something I wouldn't do. Well too late, her mother would never have been spontaneous enough to go on a road trip to Miami just for the fun of it.
Yep, so far, she'd broken four out of five rules. Well, that's what you get for saying yes, mom.
Meanwhile, Zach Goode, Jonas Anderson, Grant Newman, and Nick Willlis were desperately trying to get a hold of the rooms they'd booked for their stay at the luxury hotel. Unfortunately, they were now mysteriously downgraded to less quality rooms, and they were none too happy.
Jonas Anderson was practically fuming. "I don't understand. I was specific which rooms we wanted, and even if we didn't pay full price, we should've gotten them. This hotel sucks!"
Zach gaped. He'd never heard Jonas use such language. He was always so innocent and sweet. Just then he heard the swish of the hotel doors sliding opened and watched four girls walk in.
And they were getting room keys for their rooms.
Oh something was going on here, and he was going to find out what.
Cammie and the girls, though trained to see everything, were definitely not looking for spy boys trained just as well as them, so they didn't see Zach, Jonas, Grant, and Nick. The got their room keys, accepted the apologies of a very confused clerk as to the mix-up with their rooms, and quickly went up so that they could order room service.
"Damn, Zach. Did you see those girls? Talk about Miami heat. Why do you think they got our rooms?" Grant looked at Zach to lead.
"I'm not sure."
"I say we bug their rooms. And if we just so happen to see them naked, than I am willing to make that sacrifice in order to get to the bottom of this mystery." Nick piped up from the seat next to Zach.
Zach rolled his eyes. "We all know what you want to get to the bottom of, and it's definitely not this mystery, Nick. But yeah, we should bug their rooms. With mics, though, not cameras, pervert."
Cammie was stepping out of the shower when she heard the knock on the door. Without time, and wanting to get at the room service they'd ordered, Cammie wrapped a towel around herself and padded over to the door.
Swinging it open, she was met with a shaking boy about her age who was not prepared to see a girl soaking wet with nothing but a towel around herself. He was cute, with black hair and wire glasses, and Cammie heard Liz squeak from inside the room. She thought he was cute too.
The boy was wheeling in a cart of plates with their orders and as he wheeled it in, his eyes lingered on Liz a little longer.
Aww… adorable.
Zach grunted as Nick and he squished into the cart beneath the food. Cliché, he knew, being wheeled in under a room service cart, but it was all he had to work with. Getting Jonas the hotel uniform was easy as cake, which just so happened to be what was sitting on the metal tray above him.
