Heeey. I'm re-doing this, cause it's messed up. So...yeah. Story re-done June 17th 2013. They're 20 and have been dating :)

For all you newbies, I'm Alli, and I started this story in October of 2010, but I'm editing this chapter. Hope you like this story!

~Cammie's POV~

I walk down the street and pull my coat tighter around myself. I'm meeting Zach in the town's park, he's been on a mission for about three months and I finally get to see him again. I feel a little shiver run down my spine, not because of the cold, because it's deathly cold out, but because of anticipation. I recheck the clock in my head and realize that it's already 7:42. I quicken my pace and hurry around the corner to the park. When I get there I stop cold and feel my breath catch. There is Zach, but he is standing in the arms of a beautiful girl who is laughing and talking with him. I can definitely tell she is a spy, because the moment I come within 15 feet of them she stops talking and turns toward me.

"Need a map?" she asks. Her words are venom, and her eyes are shooting daggers my way. I can't believe him. He's with another girl! I can feel tears starting up in my eyes. I do my best to keep my lip from trembling. Stay strong, Cammie.

"Cammie!" Zach yells. His voice sounds torn as he moves away from the other girl and takes a step towards me. Before I know it I have tears running down my face. I try to speak but my mouth wont form words. All I can do is watch as the girl defiantly takes Zach back into her arms and kisses him. The worst part is, he somewhat kisses her back! He pulls away from her and tries to reach out for me, but he isn't going to get the chance. I shake my head. How could he? I turn away and run back home, where I can cry my eyes out and burn his pictures or cuss him out in some foreign language.

"Cammie wait!" Zach calls again. No, I'm not going to wait you stupid, lying, cheating bastard. Go back to the beautiful devil spawn and be on your freaking way! When I get back to my apartment I collapse on my bed and bawl my eyes out. Thank god my walls are sound proof, because this is one kind of hurt no type of spy training can disguise.

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Idiotic. That's what I've been. That's how he acted. I hate him. I hate you, Zach, so freaking much. Bex is gonna kill you. I bet she still won't be happy with the amount of pain you experienced even after that. Was breaking my heart worth the wrath of my friends? Because all of them have their own torture skills.

This thought actually makes me feel better. Zach being put through the most excruciating pain of his entire life, and me sitting back relishing in it. I'm a little better, but of course fate just has to make the doorbell ring at this very moment. I end my fantasies and go answer the door. I knew it was only a matter of time.

I open the door. I'll give you one guess on who it is.

Zach.

I immediately start the process of slamming the door in his pretty little face, which doesn't work nearly as well as I had hoped, thanks to his hand blocking the door.

"What are you doing here?" I snap at him. He blinks once. His mouth opens, closes again, then opens once more to speak.

"I'm here to explain." He says empathetically, but he is trained to be a good liar.

"Well I don't want to hear it. Leave. Now. Go back to your perfect little girlfriend." I hear my voice crack but hope he doesn't notice. He seems to be choosing his words carefully.

"Cam, she was just my partner, not my girlfriend, there is nothing going on between us." He's acting so earnest. Yeah, sorry my ass. That sure was nothing! Jerk.

"Says the guy with his tongue halfway down her throat! What is wrong with you, coming here acting all innocent! What were you trying to do? Just dangle her right in my face like some trophy? You sure do know how to get around, don't you?" I say, exasperated. My outburst startled him, and he gapes at me for a moment. It feels truly amazing to know that I have the upper hand with Zach. But I see the barley suppressed anger behind his façade, and know I've made him mad.

"You can't accuse me like this! Gosh Cameron, you don't even know the whole story and you're already jumping to conclusions? There's nothing going on between me and Jennifer!" Oh. Her name is Jennifer. Isn't that such a perfect girl name? And just when I thought I didn't need more of a reason to hate her, I got another one!

"I honestly can't believe you right now. Why are you in my house anyway? Can't you just give me some space? You already broke my heart and now you're here trying to make me do what, exactly? Take you back? Tell your precious Jennifer sorry for interrupting your little date? I don't think so!" My voice is hard as stone. Mostly. I silently curse myself for hearing my voice waver in the middle.

"Fine! Want some space? Well the entire freaking world is yours Morgan! I try to be civilized here and come explain myself, but it looks like you'd just rather scream at me till my ears bleed! So I think I'll just be the mature one here and leave you alone for a while. How's that?" His voice is rough and cold. His eyes hard. We never, ever go this far. But he crossed the line.

"Wait, did you just say you're more mature? More civilized? Grow up, Zachary!" I practically spit the name at him. It would be so easy to slap him right now. But he'd probably block me. Now he's giving me a death glare, while I'm shooting him daggers with my eyes.

"Go! Leave you cheating bastard!" I yell as I shove him hard. My hands push against his chest once, twice, until he finally succumbs to my shoving and retreats backward. He gives me one last hard glare, then turns and stalks out of my apartment, slamming the door in the process. I quickly lock it, run to my couch and bury my face in the cushion. I shriek as loud as I can. How can he be so stupid? Someone should show him how it feels to have your heart practically ravaged. And next time he might think twice before cheating on his girlfriend.

Then the tears come, and I let loose the water-works. I suppose Bex somehow got a telepathic signal saying to call me right now, because her ring starts playing on my cell phone. After I tell her, all heck will break loose. And I'll bet my K-mart luggage that's the truth.