Chapter 2- Loving Every Moment
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I realized I haven't updated this in a while, so I decided I'd do a short chapter that would give more insight on Zach's personality from my version. Just as a reminder, I'm not a guy, so things are going to be a little awkward. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: self-explanatory.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know why I'm doing this.

Come to think of it, I do, but I guess you could say that I'm in denial, yeah? But don't tell anyone, because I want to maintain any macho-manly-ness I may have, you hear me? I just can't believe I'm writing. This.

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So Dr. Steve had taken us to the Mall, for a mission. We had already talked to Mr. Solomon (one of our still alive and best alumni of all time) about what he was setting us up for, and I felt jittery. I licked my lips in anticipation because I knew I wanted to tail Cammie today.

Over in the corner of my eye, I saw Grant rubbing his hands together in glee, like some crazy mad scientist/bad guy. He sensed that part of my eye was on him and faced me, nodding with a grin on his face. I sniggered at him.

"What?" he asked me, completely unaware that I was sniggering at him. Too lost in his thoughts, no doubt, about Bex.

"What if you don't end up liking her?" I finally managed to say. Grant snapped from his trance and looked at me.

"Well," he paused and smiled victoriously, "I've already thought of that." He told me, nodding and looking his triumphant I-truly-feel-smart-for-once look. I looked at him expectantly.

"And?" He scrunched up his eyebrows and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Um…" I raised both my eyebrows up in a 'Ha!' look. "What if you don't end up liking her?" he rebuked. I snorted.

"Like that's possible," I said, a little too carelessly, enough for Grant's next comeback.

"Anything's possible, Zachy," I shot him a glare for using that name, "In fact, Jonas and I calculated that the possibility would be eight hundred forty eight to one."

"You mean Jonas calculated that. And yeah, you don't have to tell me, you placed a bet on our relationship, etc,. etc., etc." He stuck his tongue out. Oh, geez. "Maturity please."

He swatted his hand.　"Since when did you and Cammie have a relationship?" I shrugged and smirked. Some things are better left unknown. Besides, what he doesn't know can't kill him. "Oh, yeah, you weren't going to tell me. But don't worry, I know all about it already."

Yeah, right.

"Zach, I'm sorry to inform you, but the day they passed out brains, they told us that there's this thing called Zach-writes-a-diary, only you weren't there for it."

What?

Grant smirked. I shot him a death glare.

"It's okay, though, because its recent news. You haven't missed too much yet."

Double death glare.

"Besides," he continued, "she's still not over Josh."

"Jimmy," I snapped, suddenly feeling very cranky. Grant cocked his head with an amused grin.

"Do you have to make it a point to call him after that guy?" he looked over my shoulder, and I turned my head, following his gaze.

"You're a wanker, you know that? Like, informally speaking."

"What now? I'm an idiot-slash-stupid-slash-annoying or ineffectual person-slash-someone who shows off too much-slash-someone who is overly proud of himself? Well, it takes one to know one."

That sounded like he's been reciting that line from the dictionary and ended up adding a bunch of slashes in between each definition.

Ew, Grant's got an attitude.

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We were told to start our missions, and I already knew what Cammie looked like, making it so much easier than having to look for Gallagher uniforms.

Grant and I stepped into the Mall, people surrounding us everywhere. The first easiest step was to lie low and wait for our targets...

I saw a flash of black and brown. I nodded at Grant.

"Prepare for beastly-ness," Grant muttered. Conceited. But hey, who am I to talk?

I nod my head either way and said, "Yep," popping the p. Adrenaline starts coursing through me, even though I knew that this was just going to get as far as frustrating and in no way dangerous. I figured that I was just excited to be able to see my Cammie, after all, I- I mean, we, went through all that trouble to research her. I wished myself good luck and crossed my fingers that I wouldn't get myself locked up in some closet, as I scanned through my dispersing CoveOps class. Since, you know, that fidgety and lanky guy (his name is Jimmy, I think) looked like the epitome of an unsuccessful mission. Grant and I exchanged our signature looks for good luck, which were less obtrusively stupid and more covert, and we immediately got into cover.

But soon, a horde of girls giggling and trying to secretly point in our direction blocked our view from our tails, so we ended up looking casual and following the girls from a distance. With our sharp eyes, we soon spotted Cammie and Bex trying to mingle with the group. Good, but not good enough. I smirked. Cut the curtains, cue the lights, Zachary Goode is ready to roll.

Totally iffy on that whole last sentence. It sounded so lame... But watevs. I'm sorry this is so short, but I felt the need to update. I could give excuses, but that would just be a waste. Reviews are much appreciated!

-Julie