A/N: I realize author notes are annoying but after each chapter someone goes and asks a very pertinent question and I feel that I HAVE to answer… The whole Cammie-going-to-pretend-to-date-Zach-even-though-he's-""engaged""-to-be-married phiasco is going to be cleared up in the next chapter normally or the one after that. Hope you don't mind that this is a small chapter, the next one should be better, I admit I had trouble writing this chap though I've already written half of the next one.
"Then I would thank that star, that made our wish come true…"
Stamping to her room where her friends were undoubtedly eagerly waiting to find out what cover she had chosen with Zachary and his mother or rather got forced into by Zachary she should say, since she didn't get much say in the cover and Mrs. Goode was not present. She glared at the priceless objects in her way and obviously didn't notice the two pairs of eyes peeking at her from behind an open door, being blinded by rage. Realizing that she was acting childish by stomping away she knew that throwing a tantrum would get her nowhere, she paused to regain her composure. She had the creepy feeling of being watched; suddenly she turned around and studied her surroundings. She squinted at the brightly lit hall, she could feel eyes on her, though concentrating harder on the feeling, it slowly drifted away, as if the person that had been spying on her had turned away. If she had been being looked at, the culprit was long gone. She shrugged and continued on her way, knowing it was pointless to stand in that hall. Not hesitating once in her step, she had learned the house blueprints by heart, she walked to her room, collecting all the bugs she crossed on the way. She held them tightly in her moist hand and threw open the door to her room.
"Did you check?" She asked the girls, who had shockingly enough already unpacked all of her things. Note the sarcasm.
"Yep, there were four." Liz replied.
Cameron nodded and dropped her little insects on the floor, unaware of the group of people wincing as they ripped their com's out of their ears at the deafening thuds. The other spies stared wide-eyed at them.
"Where did you get them?" Macey queried.
"All through the hall…" Cam said back.
"So either the 'bad-guys' got in and left their target unharmed or…" Bex trailed off, not finding an alternative to complete the sentence.
"Or we're not the only spies in this house." Cammie finished dramatically. "Excluding of course Mrs. Morgan and guy."
"Guy? You mean he's one of us?" Macey asked incredulous.
Cams made a "well-duh" face and nodded. "Where do you think he learnt to drive like that? He's from Blackthorne."
"Hmm…" Macey said rolling her shoulders slightly. "I always love a boy in a uniform."
"Seriously! Is that all you think about Mace? Boys?" Liz exclaimed. "I mean in all the time you spend thinking about boys you could be learning about the dimension of invisible particles!"
"Yeaaah and that totally makes us regret our thoughts Liz. You don't know how to sell Lizzie, at least we have our priorities straight." Bex said slowly.
Macey groaned, throwing the back of her hand over her eyes and dropping onto Cammie's bed. "I'm getting too old for this type of thing."
"Macey you're only eighteen." Bex scoffed at the same time as Cammie asked: "For what: boys, spies or invisible particles?"
"First of all Bex, I'm nineteen in six months!" Macey screamed back. "Secondly: all three!"
Bex and Mace continued their useless debate as Liz sat passively by with her legs crossed and her hands between her thighs. Cammie was in the process of squashing the bugs when Liz leaped out of her place and intervened. She landed on the ground with a thud and carefully chose three of the bugs, then blushed when she caught sight of Cammie's look.
"I'm going to run them through some tests to figure out where they come from. Knowing where they originate from is one step closer to finding out who put them here."
Cameron left it at that and decided to search the drawers but to her dismay, found nothing of use.
"So Cammie, don't think we know you're trying to delay the inevitable. Are you going to tell us willingly or are we going to have to force it out of you?" Macey asked with a knowing expression.
Cameron pretended to rake her brain for something to tell them but ended up empty handed. "No, nothing comes to mind."
Bex punched Cam's shoulder. "OW! What the heck was that for?"
"For pretending to be a dunderhead. Now fess up." Bex scowled.
"Puh-lease, like you don't already know!"
"We still want to hear you say it."
"Fine fine fine, well Zachary and I, or more like Zachary forced me, figured out a cover." Cammie stopped and the girls waited patiently for Cameron to go on, when she didn't Liz cracked: "Oh come on, just get it over with!"
Surprised by her out of character action, Cam opened her mouth to speak. "I'm his new girlfriend."
The girls squealed as Cameron rolled her eyes.
"Oh this is bloody perfect!"
"Yeah I'm probably going to be his first and only ever long time girlfriend and it's not even going to be real."
"Geez don"t be so enthusiastic about it. Do you really have to be a joy dimmer?" Macey interrogated.
"When Zachary Goode is concerned, I'm legally obliged to be a 'joy dimmer' as you call it." She replied gravely.
Liz shrugged. "At least there's a bright side in all of this for you."
Cammie looked up shocked and examined her friend. "Oh and what would that be?"
"Eva will be forever jealous and you can finally show Zach that not every girl falls to his feet like you've been dreaming to do so for years." Elizabeth explained.
Cameron for the first time in a few hours grinned a true smile, a rather dangerous one at that.
Early the next morning at 5:30 exactly Cameron Morgan was not in her bed, nor was she in the kitchens like her friends suspected. No she was to be found, in fact, in the workout room. This room had everything you could ask for: mirror walls, yoga and sparring mats, punching bags and so on as well as sound proof doors. Cammie had blasted on some music so that she could punch in rhythm to the song, she was turning rough movements into a graceful dance that would make any girl envy her. Though that was automatically going to happen when Zachary and Cammie made their "relationship" public. She was trying to evacuate her frustration, she realized that, to be completely honest with herself (and only herself, no one else would be privy to her thoughts), Zachary freaking perfect Goode had done nothing wrong but everything he did infuriated her anyway. It was most probably because Cameron knew full well she shouldn't have judged him without having actually known him but now it was far too late (or too soon) to change her mind. The door to the room burst open; Cammie didn't even look behind her or stop what she was doing.
"What do you want?" She almost snarled.
"Well sleep for a start but seeing as I don't think I'll be getting any of that anytime soon… You're in a jolly mood aren't you princess?" A male voice chuckled behind her.
She twirled around, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, breathing hard she gasped.
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you, I thought you were… I don't know who I thought you were actually." Cam excused herself.
"No problem, I just wanted to ask you to keep the noise down to a minimum. The walls may be sound proof but my room is right next to this one and I'm a spy so…"
"I didn't know guy I'm sorry." She excused again, turning down the sound.
"You know, now that I'm here… I could give you a few pointers: you're feet aren't very well positioned." He started.
Cam smiled. "You aren't so great yourself guy."
"Oh really princess? And what have I done wrong so far? I've barely said more than three words to you before this."
Cameron nodded. "Wrong. Your five first words were the problem, not the three first. 'I'm Zachary Goode's new driver', that was a huge mistake." She circled him thoughtfully as he followed her with his gaze not turning around thanks to the mirror. "I mean are you that daft? Even though I can't stand him, most girls are obsessed with him and would have said they were the girls you had to pick up even if they weren't! For all you know you could have been bringing home four crazy chicks!"
He raised his hands in defeat. "Alright I agree those words were wrong of me but you seem to forget that I myself am a spy and I had every line of your face engraved into my memory before going to get you girls. I was just keeping up the cover, perhaps you've tried it before?" He said in a tone that clearly suggested he thought Blackthorne boys were superior to Gallagher girls.
Without warning they started to spar, she ended up pinned under him, he grinned and whispered. "Don't underestimate Zachary Goode's new driver."
She kicked his head from behind and rolled them over so that she had her knees on either side of his head, this time it was her turn to grin, lean in close and whisper. "Do not underestimate Zachary Goode's new girlfriend."
She then sprang gracefully to her feet and floated out of the room leaving the dazed boy behind her.
Just what she needed, a stupid Blackthorne boy and his superior attitude.