Switzerland

Clarens/Montreux, Montreux, Riviera-Pays-d'Enhaut District aka Clark Residence

7 A.M

Zach's POV:

I woke up to a warmth wrapped around my waist. I looked down and saw it was...Cammie. We were basically tangled together. Cammie had her arms wrapped around my waist, her head resting on my chest. Her blonde hair was splayed across my chest and pillow. My pulse started to race and I smiled. She was so beautiful. Then I noticed my arms were around her. My head buried in Cammie's hair. She smelled like strawberries and heaven. Then it hit me. We were sleeping as if we were...a couple. And I don't want my body parts chopped off. Don't get me wrong. I like Cammie. But like that I'm not sure. Not that I'd admit that.

I laid her on the bed gently and I went to take a quick shower. After changing I realized it was 7:15. I went to the balcony (That's right this bedroom has a balcony) and took in some fresh air. I must have been there for a long time because when I went back inside it was 7:23. Damn it! I went to shake Cammie awake. She. Wouldn't. Wake. Up.

I shook her for 5 minutes and nothing. Then it hit me.

Revenge.

And that's why I pushed Cammie off the bed. She landed with a hard THUMP. I heard a groan followed by a growl. She landed on her stomach. I poked my head from the side of the bed to look at Cammie's eyes. "Zachary!" She whisper-yelled.

"Yes?" I said feigning innocence. I'm anything but.

"You. Pushed. Me. Off. The. Damn. Bed! You're going to get it! First it was you asking me to make you a sandwich and now this!"

"Revenge is sweet."

"Revenge huh?" She asked. Her eyes were shining.

"Karmas a bitch." She nodded and took my hand and flipped me to the floor.

"It is definitely a bitch." She said and laughed. Great I landed on my back!

After getting dressed, we went to Noah to tell him we were having over guests. He had nodded and left. We took the limo to the airport.

Once inside the airport we were waiting for them at the lausanne airport.

"An eye for eye, a tooth for tooth." Cammie muttered to herself.

"Your motto?" I asked.

"Oh no! My dad would repeat this to me so I would never forget my purpose. But that was before he was...you know...gone." She said.

"Yea. For every crime they've committed they would be brought to justice." I said nodding. She offered me a smile.

"BEX!" She yelled over to a caramel skinned girl with wavy brown hair. She came rushing over to her.

"Sup Cam." And behind her came Grant with a bruise on his arm. God what did he do know?

"Dude!" He scrambled over to me. "She hurt me!"

"What did you do now? You probably deserved it."

"Dude! I just said her name Reb-" but he never finished because Cammie's voice cut throw.

"Don't call Bex, Rebecca. She's Bex and Bex alone. Call her otherwise and you're guaranteed a bruise." She said pointedly looking at his bruise.

"Fine it's Bex. Just because I'm too young and too hot to die." Grant said.

"Hot? I'm hotter." I informed Grant. I saw Cammie and Bex roll their eyes. I heard Cammie say to Bex, "You know he freaking asked me to make him a sandwich!" Bex eyed me.

"Bastard." She replied. What is wrong with asking her to make me a sandwich. She's not going to die by making me a damn sandwich. Then I saw a girl with a purse walk towards Cammie. She had long black hair and blue eyes. Following her was my friend Preston Winters. He was carrying a lot of suitcases. He was visibly struggling. The girl called to Preston, "Drop them and I'll kill you, Pres."

He seemed to be glaring. We rushed over to Preston to help him with the suitcases. "Bro! Why are you carrying her luggage?" I asked.

"Macey!" I heard Cammie squeal. You read that right. Squeal. Ah the senators daughter. She's a spy.

"Dude. Macey. She's my girlfriend and everything. But that doesn't change the fact that she can be bitchy." Macey must have heard because she whipped around yelling, "Excuse me?"

Preston held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I think." He said. She glared and came over to him and slapped him and then kissed him. That's gross.

I turned around to see Jonas coming out with a few bags of luggage some his and someone else's. He was also helping a blonde (more like carrying her). She seemed as if she had to much to drink prior. We rushed over to help both of them but Cammie beat us to it.

"Oh my gosh! Lizzie! I'm going to kill Macey. Liz how are you feeling?" Cammie asked.

"Like I've hit myself on the head a million times. I also have this massive headache. I drank too much!" She responded.

Cammie laughed lightly. "I've hit my head too many times to count!"

Liz smiled. "Oh I know." Cammie helped Liz to her other friends who stood there talking. They looked at me one time and in unison said, "Bastard." I had held my hands up in mock surrender before turning to my friends.

"So Grant, Jonas. I see you've found yourself some girls you fancy." I told them smirking.

"We don't!" Grant protested. Jonas just turned red.

"So! I see you've found yourself a girl." Preston said nodding towards Cammie.

I rolled my eyes. "Nope."

"Whatever you say dude. But we can totally tell that you like her. It's so obvious. Plus you look at her way to often." Preston told me. Grant and Jonas snickered.

"Someone's in looooove!" Grant teased. I smacked him. He rubbed his arm.

"Dude! That's exactly where the British Bombshell hit me!"

"British Bombshell?" I asked. "Wow."

"What do you call her?" Grant demanded.

"Gallagher Girl." The guys looks at me and Grant. Then Jonas broke the silence by saying, "Zach's nickname is better."

"I hate you man. I hate you." Grant was shooting daggers at Jonas. Jonas just shrugged. I can't believe their my friends.

Once we got back to the Clark residence we showed them to their rooms. Their were only 3 spare rooms and the master bedroom where Cam and I were staying. Once they learned their were 3 bedrooms they started fighting over who sleeps on the bed and who sleeps on the floor. Cammie's whistle pierced through the air.

"Sleep on the same bed just stay on your own side." She said and started walking away. I was about to go with her but her friends stopped me.

"Yes?" I asked. They all looked at me. Considering me.

"You're good for her." Macey said breaking the silence.

"Pardon?" I asked bewildered.

"You are good for her. Look. You like her. We get it. But if you ask any of us Gallagher Girls to make you a sandwich I will kill you." My eyebrows creased.

"Um, ok I won't ask. And I don't like her. Well at least not like that." I informed them. I actually wasn't sure. Whether or not I like her is unsure.

"Oh." Macey said. But it wasn't like a disappointed 'oh'. It was more like an amused 'oh'. "Oh no. Zachary, you like her. Possibly love her. You just don't know it yet."

They walked away. I stared after them. Like Cammie. Possibly not know it yet. Love her.

Why would they say that...? Oh well. I walked to our room. I saw Cammie sitting on the bed. She was so pale. What happened?!

"Cammie!" I exclaimed rushing over to her. "What's wrong?!"

She was holding her phone so tightly her knuckles were white. She look liked she'd seen a ghost. I peered over her shoulder. And I understood why she was so pale. Because I had had that same blood chilling moment. In London. The text message. From the private number.

The one that said: She's something isn't she? Well you'll find out more later. Good luck. P.S Isn't London beautiful?

Cammie had just gotten the message. The message said:

How's the mission so far? Feeling anything strange? Like deja vu? No? Well, let me tell you something, Cam. This mission is just the beginning. Their is so much left unsaid. Things you both don't know. Don't think once you defeat this mission it's over. It's not. This message is just the beginning. Their is so much more.

And like my message. It wasn't signed off. Cammie looked at me knowing I'd read that message. "What do you think this means?"

"I don't know." I told her shaking my head. We were both pale at this point.

"We can't tell them."

"Why not, Cam? They can help us."

"What if this person goes after them, too? I mean this person hasn't gone after you..." I shook my head.

"I did get a message similar to yours." I told her everything. The message. My past. Why I told her my past I don't know. But she didn't look at me as if I was Catherine. She looked at me like she had before. Kind, warm.

"The message...deja vu? Just the beginning? Their's so much more? Zach?" She looked at me pleadingly. She was scared. And so was I. I hugged her to my chest.

Who is this? And why are they doing this?

Thank you for your supportiveness. I hope you like this chapter. What do you think about those messages? What's going on? Who's sending them? Why are they sending these messages. The answers to come in the following chapters.

-N