Never
I was looking for something to do, and I glanced down at the corner of the screen, where I noticed that there are only SIX DAYS until Only the Good Spy Young. So, in tribute, I write my first GG fic.
Disclaimer: As delightful as it would undoubtedly be to be Ally Carter, I have never experienced that joy.
He'd never tell her.
(Well, maybe not never. He may have been a spy, but "never" is still one of those teenage hyperboles. It was unavoidable – the deed, and the use of "never" in everyday conversation.)
No matter how many sleepless nights he spent, how crazy he got upon seeing her talk to one of his fellow Blackthorne Boys, how many times she flipped her sweet-smelling hair – which she did quite a lot around him, unconsciously – he would never be able to tell her.
Because she was in danger, and until that threat was gone, he was only supposed to be there to protect her. Obviously, liaising with a subject could lead to sure mission failure. In his situation, he couldn't afford that.
So. Zach would never tell Cammie that –
"I love you!"
The four girls across the breakfast table stopped chattering (in Spanish) as one. Liz's muffin fell out of her hand. Macey continued to hold the honey bottle upended, though its entire contents had now been excavated and were dripping into her lap. Bex's mouth was shamelessly hanging ajar, and a fly ACTUALLY got a bit too close for comfort. And Cammie – where was Cammie?
"I think she fainted, dude," Jonas breathed, as though trying not to disturb the frozen atmosphere Zach's proclamation had instilled in their group, though the rest of the Hall jabbered on.
Zach sat back down, trying to ignore the burning stare Grant was boring into his cheek as he picked up his knife and fork placidly, as though nothing had happened. After all, she'd wake up and think it was a dream.
"Never" didn't turn out to be quite as long as he expected.
I have no idea how to categorise this. This is why you should ALWAYS PLAN FOR YOUR FANFICS!
Now if I could just follow that advice.