This is my first chapter of my FIRST EVER fic. Please, no flames

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ZACH's POV:

Now I was livid.

Not annoyed. Not angry. Livid.

We were on a CoveOps mission. Our second (or technically third, if you count tailing Gallagher Girl in D.C.) of the Semester. I was partnered with Grant instead of Cammie this time and I was already annoyed a little because of that (not that I would ever admit it to anyone).

But as Grant and I were walking around Roseville, I saw Cammie talking to Jake or Jimmy or whatever his name was. When I saw that I'm pretty sure little green monster started jumping off of me. All I wanted to do was go make that kid get far far away from Cammie.

That was an hour and a half ago.

Approximately an hour and fifteen minutes ago I saw Cammie sitting with Bex. In an alley. Crying.

Now, I might not know Cammie all that well but I knew her well enough to know that she is not the kind of girl that cries. Especially when someone can see her.

Approximately an hour and thirteen minutes and twenty four seconds ago I was standing in front of Abram's Pharmacy completely prepared to take Jimmy down.

Grant didn't have a clue what I was doing when I suddenly flipped (AN: CoveOps counter surveillance term for abruptly turning around) and headed away from the alley and toward Jimmy and DeeDee and some other kids.

"Hey Zach," said DeeDee cheerfully, obviously recognizing me from the other day.

I stalked angrily over to Jimmy.

"What the hell did you say to her?"

Immediately he knew what I was talking about. I saw it in his body language. But he was playing dumb.

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! I wanna know why the hell Cammie Morgan is crying!" I yelled at him.

"I don't see why that's any of your business."

And that was when I snapped. This kid had no idea what he was up against. Before he knew it I had slugged him in the face.

He tried to hit me back but missed.

Spy.

Although he didn't know that.

I hit him again but before I could get the third punch in, Grant and Jonathan Taylor were holding me back. And one of Jimmy's buddies was holding onto him.

And then Joe Solomon was behind me. And so was Cammie. And Bex. And the other six Gallagher sophomores.

Crap

And that's how I ended up here. Sitting in Mrs. Morgan's office. Wondering, not what my punishment was going to be, but "Is Cammie mad at me?"