Bex POV

I'm done with Zach. I realize now what a huge mistake he was. I jeopardized my relationship with my best-friend Cammie, and Grant. Grant. I think I loved him all along. I cannot believe how stupid I was for being with Zach. He might have cost me the two people I love most. No need to tell me I'm an idiot; I already know I am. This was how our breakup went.

"Zach, this isn't working." I decided to tell him flat out right after the mission where almost all of us got our bloody arses kicked.

"What are you talking about?" Zach had his mask on, but I could tell he was panicking. I sighed before calmly explaining.

"Zach, you still love Cammie, whether you know it or not. I think I was just something to distract you. You are hiding all of your feelings and giving yourself the cover of a douchebag. I can tell, but I don't think anyone else can. Anyways, I love Grant. I realize now how bloody stupid and idiotic I was to agree with you. I don't care if he never takes me back. I wasn't happy with you. I want my best-friend back too."

"I do NOT love Cammie. She's nothing to me." Zach said back to me. I stared at him in shock before promptly beating him up. While he lay on the ground dumbstruck, I whispered harshly in his ear.

"Maybe I just knocked some sense into you. Only time will tell. Bloody hell you can be a moron!" I walked into my room and prayed there would be an MI6 recruiter waiting for me.

Cammie POV

As I closed the door behind me, I caught glimpses of my fellow students staring daggers at me. I quickly noticed that many of them had no one in their lines, and their faces were burning with humiliation and rejection. Luckily all of my friends had people in their lines.

I looked at my line and gasped. There were at the very least 100 people in it, many bearing gifts etc. I have no idea how I can get through this line! Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Solomon gaping, but quickly recovered and shot me a thumbs-up. No wonder why everyone is shooting me looks that can kill. I sighed and let the first group in.

"Hello Cameron, we are recruiters from NSA. We are aware that you want to be a field-agent, but you would still be a huge asset to our agency." The first man spoke with confidence, but you could tell he was kind of nerdy.

"I'm very sorry, but I am looking for work in the field, not at NSA." I informed them quickly. Might as well get this one over with quickly.

Hours past and everyone else was done. They were all waiting outside m door next to the long line of agents trying to convince me to join them. I usually humbly dismissed them, but let the people who brought food talk longer. Hey, I'm really hungry.

Finally it got down to the two I knew would be my best options: MI6 and the CIA. Both were great, and I knew that no one would be angry at me for picking one over the other. I would help both of them because they were strong allies.

The CIA sent in 4 people, and they told me all of the advantages of choosing them.

"What are the negatives?" I asked politely.

"Well, you would not be able to go on missions for two or three years because we promote by experience. So you wouldn't really do that much." A woman informed me. She looked at me as if I was completely incapable of understanding anything, and she talked to me in a condescending tone.

"Who would be my group leader?" I asked sharply. The woman was really getting on my nerves. The other three agents seemed to sense it, and hesitated.

"It would be me." The woman gave me a fake smile and narrowed her eyes. I'm pretty sure I would ask someone to shoot me before working under someone like her. I had very little respect for that woman.

"Send in MI6." One man began to protest, but the others stopped him and glared at the woman.

After 1 minute and 47 seconds, the door opened. In walked…. Edward Townsend!? Totally did not see that one coming.

"How long did I keep you waiting?" He asked me, clearly testing me.

"1 minute and 47 seconds, and 3 milliseconds." I promptly replied, ecstatic that someone was finally testing by ability.

"Correct." He smoothly replied. I gave a small smile before politely waiting for him to continue.

"Miss Morgan, you would actually learn something at MI6. You are a great spy, and you would get even better with us. We would give you missions anytime you are needed, and will allow you to choose missions whenever you want. Plus, London is a rather interesting place to work and live. A much better and bigger place than Langley. We only select world-class operatives, and you are one. Even if you are only 17 years old. I would be your mission leader, and you will make friends easily." He leaned back, confidence radiating off of him, and waited my response. I pondered for a minute.

"Okay. I want to work with MI6. For once he didn't look at me like I was clueless.

He smiled before saying, "Excellent choice." It was then I knew that I would have a great time there. He got up, shook my hand, and walked out the door with a smile. I followed quietly a moment after.

"What!? Townsend got her! I thought you said she hated him and we have this in the bag!"

"Un-freaking-beleivable. This is all your fault Agent Kelly! You acted like a bitch in there! (A/N soory for the swear word. I won't use them too often!)

I ignored the stares I received and walked back to my dorm.

"MI6 huh?" I spun around to find Mr. Solomon. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Seemed like the best fit for me." I replied.

"That's what matters. Do you know where Abby is?" He rushed the last part, obviously embarrassed.

"Umm no sorry. Check my mom's office?" He nodded his head and walked toward the office.

I continued on my way to my dorm room, eager to climb into bed and fall asleep. But I knew that was not going to happen. I entered my dorm and got tackled by Macey and Liz. I noticed Bex stand awkwardly behind them. I rolled my eyes and peeled myself from the two of them' grips on me. I grabbed Bex's arm and dragged her into the bathroom. We needed to talk. Now.

"Bex, I want to stay best-friends. It's just hard because it seems like you forgot me completely while I was gone. You took Zach away from me, and it stings." I explained once the door was locked.

"I'm sorry. I am officially the worst best friend ever. I'm also the biggest idiot. I understand if you can't forgive me." She looked down at the floor, sorrow etched on her exotic face.

"I forgive you. Just promise to never do it again. Grant might be more difficult. You broke both of our hearts, but his was shattered because you didn't ditch him while he was gone. He was there the entire time." I softly said. I pulled here into a hug that she returned.

She laughed lightly before asking, "So who did the Chameleon choose? You were a hot item today."

I smiled and said, "MI6. The CIA sent a group who had a diva in it, and I got treated like horse crap. MI6 sent Townsend to recruit me, and I realized it was the perfect fit for me. You?"

"Looks like we are headed to the same place! My parents were sent for me. Everyone else is going to the CIA except for Liz and Jonas who are headed to NSA." Bex looked down sadly. "It's gonna be hard to be apart from everyone. We only have a few more weeks before we go to London. But at least we have each other."

"You're right Bex. At least we have each other."

We walked out of the bathroom and I got prepared to go under an interrogation by Macey and Liz.