Cammie's POV

"Zach?" I whisper-shrieked, sitting straight up in bed.

"Cammie." he glared at me.

"How the hell did you find me?" I asked, my eyes big.

He sighed and walked over, sitting next to me on the bed. "I liked your hair better brown," he murmured, his eyes filled with sadness. He lifted his hand and caught a strand between his fingers.

It was my turn to sigh, and after that we just sat there in awkward silence for a minute.

"Cammie," he broke through the silence and turned to me. "You know when I thought it was a good idea to run away?" I nodded. "I meant with me. To run away with me, not BY YOURSELF! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN INTO? YOU COULD BE DEAD, CAM!" He started exploding, and I half-expected him to pop a vein or something.

"But if I took you with me, then you would be in danger, too..." I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks.

He took my face between his hands and wiped my wet cheeks with his thumbs.

"I'm willing to take that chance," he said softly, and then pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He leaned away and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I was so worried about you." he stated.

"Sorry." I said back. It was the best I could do, since I was already starting to fall asleep. He chuckled and lifted his head, kissing my cheek and laying me back down on the pillow. The last thing I felt before I fell asleep was him wrapping his arms protectively around me and clutching me closer to his body.

I woke up, and noticed that Zach's arms were still around me. I didn't want to wake him up, so I decided to lay there and think until he woke up. He had been surprisingly nice to me last night, but that was probably just from shock. He would be back to his old stupid smirky self sooner or later. I craned my neck so I could look at him without moving my body.

He looked so innocent while he slept...his thick, dark brown lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and his mouth was pushed slightly into a frown. I looked at the clock. WHAT? IT WAS ALREADY 8:00? Shit! School started in twenty minutes! Forgetting about Zach momentarily, I leaped out of his arms and he jerked awake.

"Good thing I showered last night.." I mumbled to myself as I brushed my teeth. I washed my face and changed into dark blue skinny jeans, a white one-shoulder tank top, and a black leather jacket. I curled my hair in record time, and put on black leather knee-high boots. I sprinted out of the bathroom and grabbed my dark purple backpack, and I remembered the spy still sitting groggily on my bed, watching me frantically get ready.

"Zach!" I whirled around, some hair getting in my mouth. I hurriedly pulled it out. "I have to go to school..."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I know." I gave him a confused look.

Zach pointed to himself and mouthed, "Spy."

"Would you quit doing that!" I thumped him gently on the shoulder and looked at the clock. 8:10. Okay. Ten minutes. I could walk to school in ten minutes. I looked at Zach and wondered if I should take him with me...

"Do you want to come to school, too?" I asked.

There was a silence as he thought about it. I really expected him to say yes.

"Nope. Maybe tomorrow.." he sighed and flopped back down on the bed. "I'm tired from chasing you around all day yesterday..." I smiled and walked over, kissing him on the forehead. He lifted his head up and his lips reached mine, until I remembered that I was running late. I mumbled a good-bye and then sprinted out the door, my purple backpack slung over my left shoulder. Leaving my spy boyfriend in my apartment. With all my belongings. With nothing to do for seven hours.

Maybe I should've taken him with me...