This is the fifth draft of this chapter...Let's see if it's good enough. :P

Cammie's POV

I looked at my mom. "What?"

"It's only temporary. And I'm sure you won't have a problem with it," she told me, straightening a stack of papers on her desk. The room was filled with silence as I stared at her.

"Mom, I promise I won't run away again," I tried. "This really isn't necessary."

"Actually," she started. "It's perfectly necessary."

I stood up abruptly. "I had a good reason to run away!"

"And who's to say it won't happen again?"

I stared at my mother, wondering when she became so formal with me. The answer hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt a tug at my chest. Ever since I left...

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "But this is really too much. It won't do us any good to have an agent following me around 24/7."

"This is for you're own good." Man, I hated that line. "You're getting a body guard."

Aria's POV

"Why?" I heard from the other side of the door. "Why does it have to be me? It's not like I'm some fragile little girl!"

"With the way you're acting, I have trouble believing that. You are to give them a tour of the school as soon as they arrive."

"Well, can I ask who this mystery person is?"

The voices continued their banter, and I waited patiently outside the door. "No, you can't know who it is. Not until this person arrives."

"Whatever..."

"And treat them with respect, understand? I know Madam Dabney taught you better than that. Sit up straight."

I don't know if it was the flood of memories rushing past me from being in this place, or that fact that one of the best operatives was behind that door, but I suddenly felt nervous. Jess placed a hand on my arm and nodded towards the door, gesturing for me to open it.

So when I pushed the doors opened, I found two pairs of eyes fall on me.

Zach's POV

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and felt myself losing concentration. How could I let this happen to Cammie? Why did I tell her to leave? What the hell is wrong with me?

Simple. You're an idiot.

Why the hell did her voice have to tell me that? Why on Earth would Aria Evans' voice be insulting me in my own head?!

Because old habits never die, stupid.

I could hear the playfulness in her voice, but also the hint of anger that I knew would be there if she ever found out about Cammie. But I knew that I would probably never see her again, anyways.

So why couldn't I keep the guilt from lacing through me?

Do you really have to ask that, Zach?

Damn it. She had me thinking about that one.

I kept the insane arguing going until I felt eyes on me. It wasn't only one pair of eyes, though. It was all of them. Every single person in the room was staring at me, as if anticipating my next move. "What?"

"They want you in Dr. Steve's," Grant told me.

Without another word, I stood up, leaving the room and heading through halls to my teacher's room. It wasn't long before I was seated in an uncomfortable chair as Abigail Cameron stared me down, watching my every movement.

"Um...Yes?" I asked cautiously.

"We're having visitors for a little bit. And you're going to show them around."

Well, somebody gets right to the point, doesn't she?

And who does that remind you of, Zachary?

Damn it. I wanted to bang my head onto the desk until the voice was out of my head. "Why me?"

"Because I know you've got some soft spot for this person," she told me, mischief glinting in her eyes.

As I tried to get her to tell me who it was, she just kept baiting me out of the answer, making me lose focus. There was only one thing to say about that: Abigail Cameron was good.

So when the doors were pushed open, and I saw who was standing there, I wanted to slap myself silly.

"Damn it!" I cursed out loud. "Now I'm seeing things too?"

They both looked at me like I was crazy, and I'm sure I was. But the girl at the door just ignored me and turned to Agent Cameron, raising one eyebrow and crossing her arms like I've seen several times before.

It was her this-is-all-business pose.

And when I heard her voice, I was sure I needed to be checked into an asylum as soon as possible. "You called?"

That was terrible...Absolutely terrible. But I didn't wanna leave you guys hanging too long ;)

Forever and Always,
Me