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Happy New Year and Merry belated Christmas to all my fans ! You guys are awesome like foursomes .. yeah no that wasn't cool. Pretend I never said it. But snaps for all those lovely readers who've been with me from the beginning and even those who only just started reading this, I love each and every one of you :)
And just to clear up some stuffs : No this story is not finished. We haven't even reached the big drama yet. Sheesh. If it was finished I would have written some long author's note about change and things end for new beginnings and all that drama. Plus it would have said 'Complete' by the story status.
I feel like I need to put something entertaining in this note to make up for my lack of updating.
SPOILER : CAMMIE AND ZACH GET MARRIED IN THIS CHAPTER !
LOL, jk they don't.
"So are you two are like ... together?" asked Bex carefully as we walked down the main hallway. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she tried to comprehend the mess that was my love life. Take a ticket and get in line sister. I'm contemplating hiring a professional organizer but I'm pretty sure they don't specialize in rearranging people's love life, especially those who work in the line of espionage. Being romantic is kind of hard when paranoia is your only true emotion. Trust me, when you being to think someone's following you despite the fact the only thing behind you is a tree, planning out a romantic date is the last thing on your mind.
Hell it's not even in your mind, which is why spying and love are as compatible as vodka and expired strawberry milk.
"We're not together together but I guess you could say we're like um, together?" I tried.
Can you sound any more middle school Cameron?
I stopped walking deciding to ponder my love life instead. My sudden stop caused Bex to pause and look at me with a raised eyebrow. I stared ahead into the distance like most people do when they begin to over analyze their thoughts. And the look appears. You know the one I'm talking about, it's the one where faces are bordering between the lines of pure concentration and a case of bad-acting.
"What are we?" I asked seriously giving some serious thought to the question. What exactly would classify mine and Zach's relationship. We're more than friends but less than a couple, but we act like a couple but they've been no official labels. We've made some pretty big confessions but we can't actually say those three words despite the fact that we have no official romantic entanglements but our relationship is mostly based on the fact that we basically can't live without each other.
In my opinion, I think we're somewhat -
"Screwed?" offered Bex, sheepishly shrugging her shoulders at me.
"My sentiments exactly," I sighed before moving forward with Bex in tow.
The office was mostly empty considering the fact that it was a Saturday and it's only necessary for employees to clock in for a maximum of five hours on weekends. Now what does a spy do when they're not out saving the world from destruction and mayhem? Paperwork of course!
Paperwork is hated by many and liked by few, one of those few being a certain Rebecca Baxter. Obviously Bex would be the only one to find entertainment in a task so mundane and tedious.
To the person who will eventually need to read her paperwork or the person who may be considering breaking into offcial CIA files for the motive of only entertainment, I will warn you now, she likes to go into details of the extreme kind. So Jesus be with you, for you will either find this thoroughly amusing or completely horrifying.
I set my bag down on the metal desk, plopping myself very ungracefully into my chair. I swiveled to my left where Bex was already powering up her computer. "My latest file involves stripping poles and weed," she stated causally as if telling me it was raining outside. She was going to have the time of her life with this one.
"Have fun," I rolled my eyes turning back to my blank screen with the pointer blinking at me, mocking me on the lack of words I'd written. I rolled my neck until it I head it pop satisfyingly, cracked my fingers and got down to business.
The life of a spy, it's just non-stop action isn't it?
"Coffee," I slurred as my eyes started to cross again, the words on the screen blurring. Four hours of non-stop typing. At the moment I'm currently suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome, dehydration and dry eye. I just want some coffee.
"Come on Zombie McCranky Pants," called a way too cheery voice.
"Mregh," was my intelligent and witty response. My left eye twitched.
"Sorry no comprendo zombie," Bex said as she grabbed me from my chair and began to drag me down the hallway towards the break room. And forcefully I might add. Contrary to popular belief, she does not like it rough despite the fact that some think it's what she said.
Want to know my opinion?
Yes? Well I still would've told you if you said no.
She likes it rough, but when it comes to Grant she's all happy bunnies floating on marshmallow clouds in a sky of rainbows. And speak of the devil, there he was right leaving the break room with Zach in tow. Whatever they were talking about, it seemed to be serious judging from the looks on their faces.
"Shit," we whispered in unison busting our asses back to the corner we came from and plastering ourselves to the wall as we tried not to get caught by the two fools we were hopelessly in love with.
A few seconds passed before we spoke. "Wait, why are you hiding from Zach?" Bex whispered with a confused look. My eyes went wide as I spluttered trying to come up with a tangible answer despite the fact that well, there were none. "Well why are you hiding from Grant, huh?" was all I could come up with. Note to self, the witty response forum in my brain needs to be updated.
"Because I thought I was gonna be his baby mama but turns out I'm not freakin' pregnant," she snapped.
Cue guilty face. "Oh... right."
Bex made a 'that's right bitch you just got owned' face but slapped a hand over my mouth before I could respond. "Shhh, listen!" she mouthed pointing to the corner. There she goes, back to her old demanding ways once again. Some things never change do they? But then I actually decided to follow Bex's example because the look on her face was a mixture between shock, disbelief and awe.
"You know you should just tell her," I heard Zach say in the distance. Just the sound of his voice caused my heart to skip a beat and all the butterflies in my stomach high like a kite from the crazy love blunt he was making me smoke.
"Like I haven't thought about doing that," Grant mumbled. "It's just... she's special you know? I don't want to end up screwing everything up more," he sighed. I wondered if they were talking about Bex, cause truth be told, if they weren't I was going to have to shoot someone and that someone would be Grant. All it took was one look from my best friend and I could tell her feelings for him went deeper than she let on. The hopeful look that shone in her eyes was evidence enough.
"She's not gonna wait forever Grant," Zach said quietly. "I know," he said, barely above a whisper, the tones of dejection infused into his words. Never once had I heard Grant sound so completely broken and my heart ached for him a little bit.
"Well then you better hurry up." A moment of silence passed over the two of them before Zach spoke again.
"Plus word around the cubicles is that you're Jessica's next victim so you might wanna make up with Bex before she hears that." I could just imagine the huge smirk on his face as he told Grant that.
"You are not fucking serious," said Bex bluntly. "Jessica Bodden? That little ..." she trailed of seething, murder in her eyes. "Okay Bex calm down. Calm thought's it's not that big of a deal," I tried to soothe her.
"Uh Zach, you know she's really after you right?" Grant laughed. I stopped rubbing Bex's shoulder as my mouth dropped open. I shook my head as my left eye began to twitch rapidly. "Oh hell no."
"I'll kill her! I'll fucking tear out every single bad hair extension she has in that disfigured melon shaped head of hers!" I seethed, the red clouding my vision. All that was on my mind was formulating the most painful way to kill that little slut of a girl.
"Maybe you should take your okay advice," Bex mused rolling her eyes at me. I gave her the stink eye.
"Me, really? Okay then," Zach replied almost nonchalantly.
What does he mean okay then? He should be running for the Swiss Alps in disgusted fear of getting infected by her herpes ridden body! Imagine the hole on the top of a needle, the really really small ones. That was how close I was to running over there and ripping off Zach's head but thankfully Bex was there to knock some sense into me. Literally, she punched me in the head.
"Are you trying to get caught?" she may have shouted.
Shit.
"Did you hear that?" Zach asked.
Double shit.
"Run."
And run we did. Looking back on that day, that sprint really should have gone down in the world records. I mean we flew to the end of that hallway in approximately three seconds. I'm not even remotely joking.
"And then he was like 'okay then'. The fuck? Wouldn't you be running to the Swiss Alps if you her Jessica Hoedden had the hots for you?" I vented as I stormed across the length of the living room again. To say I was pissed out was an understatement. I wanted to blow up shit, shoot some bitches and rob a bank.
If I only I lived in Grand Theft Auto, if only.
"Cammie I think you're blowing this out of proportion I -" Liz started but I whirled on her before she could finish. "Blowing it out of proportion! How would you feel is someone told Jonas Eva Alvarez wanted him and he responded with an 'okay then'?" I shouted putting air quotes on the okay then.
She shrank back in her seat, blue eyes wide with fear. Great now I'm a bitch.
"I'm sorry Liz," I groaned trampling over to the couch. I threw myself down and covered my face with a pillow. I guess I can always suffocate myself. But you know what would be nicer? Suffocating Slutssica.
"I'm so confused I mean wouldn't he act more I don't know, repulsed?" I asked to no one in particular. "I think that you're over reacting because you don't trust him," Macey replied as she exited the kitchen carrying a bottle of water.
"Of course I trust him. I'd trust Zach with my life!" I exclaimed vehemently as I sat up. "You out of all people should know that Macey." I threw the pillow aside to stare at her in disbelief.
"I don't mean it like that." She shook her head at me. "What I mean is, at the moment, you're partially in denial about how he really feels about you which is why you're making such a big deal out of this. If you really trusted his feelings for you, you most probably wouldn't have blinked an eye at what he said."
"That's not true," I whispered looking at my lap.
"Yes it is," Liz said along with Macey.
I really hate my life.
If Bex was here she would agree with me.
Oh who am I kidding, they're all conspiring against me, I just know it.
And then to make matters worse, Zach walked in right then one of his stupid happy smiles - not smirks - plastered on his face. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked gesturing towards us. "Nope we were just leaving," said Macey grabbing her bag from the coffee table.
"Just talk to him about it," she whispered in my ear when she bent down to hug me. "I make no guarantees," I told her wearily. Liz smiled at me softly pulling me into a tight hug and squeezing the jeebus out of me.
"Don't doubt him Cammie, he means what he says." I nodded my head at her with a small smile. She moved her small arms from around me and patted Zach on his shoulder as she passed him closing the door gently behind her.
"What was that all about?" Zach asked looking at me. I averted my gaze away from him and got on my feet. "What are you talking bout?" I asked deciding on playing innocent. Grabbing the empty ice-cream tubs littered across the table, I made my way towards the kitchen.
"I'm talking about all the whispering and secretive looks. What, are you holding out on me Morgan?" he joked trailing behind me. Stupid jackass you weren't supposed to follow me. Nothing good will come from this. We're in the kitchen for heaven sakes! Everything bad happens in the kitchen.
Bending down, I threw open the cupboard door under the sink, shoving the containers in the garbage before slamming the door closed. "Very funny Zach," I replied blandly. While I washed my hands, I could hear the sounds of his footsteps moving closer to me. The moment I finished wiping my hands, I felt his arms come around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder.
You're supposed to be angry Cammie. Anger! No falling for his tricks. I don't care how amazing he smells or how you feel to melt in his arms or how sinfully soft his lips are as he kisses that place right below your neck which makes your knees give out or ... guh. I've fallen for his irresistible tactics once again. This is one war I'm not going to win.
"What's going on with you?" he asked softly. His fingers slid from my belly to hold my hips leaving a trail of fire even through my clothing. He pressed feather-light kisses on my neck, making my head loll backwards to rest on his chest. I hummed in content, my eyes dropping slightly.
"It's nothing," I told him making sure to keep my voice even. He was a trained operative of course. "You really think I'm going to fall for that?" Damn.
"Zach," I sighed turning in his arms. His face was covered with concern as those stupid pretty eyes of his stared down at me. "Nothing's wrong," I repeated running a hand through his gloriously soft hair. A small smile appeared on his face before he pressed his forehead against mine.
"Promise?"
I nodded my head and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.
"I'm gonna take a shower," I announced giving him another quick kiss before pulling away. "I think I should join you. Save water and all that," he called out as I strolled away. Rolling my eyes I looked at him over my shoulder, still standing by the sink with a smirk across his face.
"It's okay. You can go save the environment by yourself," I teased giving him a sassy smirk while adding just a tad more hip shaking in my walk.
"More hands make light work?" he tried again.
"Well go find some more hands."
"You know," he started defiantly stalking towards me, "I'm going to find someone who wants to save water with me."
"I'm sure Jessica will be more than willing," I muttered flicking the switch for the bathroom.
I turned around to find Zach with his arms crossed, the look on his face a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Are you serious?"
Oh holy crap on a cracker, he did not hear me say that. Sweet baby Jesus, please tell me he did not just hear that. Don't panic, just play dumb Cammie. Breathe, do not look guilty.
"Um, no?"
"Don't do that Cammie, you know I heard what you just said."
"I have no idea what you're talking about Zach," I shook my head and moved to open the bathroom door.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. What's the deal Cammie?" he demanded.
"There 's no deal," I replied sweetly.
"Bullshit. Tell me honestly, why'd you make that comment?"
And then Zach and I had the most epic stare down to ever make stare down history. My nerves were shot and I was starting to feel nervous under his intense stare. Everyone knows why Zach's interrogations always go smoothly, it's because of the look. The same look he was giving me. First it would just be like any other normal stare, but then it'd begin to wear you down. The intensity in his eyes told you he knew exactly what you did and why you did it, even though half the time he didn't know one shit. It drives you crazy and then causes you to crack and fess up everything.
He didn't even blink at me.
"God stop looking at me like that! I heard you, okay!" I shouted.
"Heard me say what?" he questioned his eyebrows srunching together.
I groaned, turning to bang my head on the wall a few hundred times. "Today when you were outside the break room with Grant, I head him tell you about Jessica."
"And?"
"And you just said 'okay then' when you were supposed to run for the hills in horror!" I wailed entirely frustrated with this whole situation. Later on, when we would retell this story, Zach would say I stomped my foot like a little child. So to set things straight, I certainly did not do that.
Then out of all things possible to do, he laughed. A full blown deep in your chest hold-your-belly-while-you-cry-tears-of-joy laughter. "Don't laugh at me!" I cried throwing my towel at him.
He caught it easily and held it to his chest, leaning against the wall for support. I glared at him crossing my arms. Of course it more like a shove rather than a cross but eh, technicalities.
"Oh Cammie," he chucked walking towards me. "You should know that I don't give a flying tuck about Jessica Bodden. She's the furtherest thing from my mind, hell she's not even in my mind. That's why when Grant told me she was interested I was so calm about the whole thing, because I could care less how she feels about me."
He looped his fingers through the loops in my jeans and slowly pulled me against him. "There's only one person who I care how they feel about me and it's you."
"But hypothetically, if she tried to make a move on you, would you run to the Swiss Alps?" I tried to sound nonchalant as I fingered the buttons on his shirt. Because indifference is what I do best.
He chuckled tipping my chin up with his index finger. "I would take refuge in a third world country and live the way of the village people for a year if she tried to make a move on me. But I'd have to come back for you of course."
He smiled, I melted. It was all very lovely really.
"Really?"
"Really. You're the reason I'll always come back home silly girl, don't even doubt that."
"You should write a book; Five Hundred ways to make a girl fall for you," I remarked. He really should, he'd make millions off it. Of course then all the women would want him and I'd have to go ninja on them and kick all their asses.
"Are you insinuating that you're falling for me Miss Morgan?" he queried a slow smirk forming across his face.
"Only if you're admitting it too," I replied coyly sliding my hands around his neck. His hands went to my hips pulling me flush against him which made me let out a little 'squeak'. Zach smiled leaning in to kiss me softly.
"I'm falling completely head over heels in love with you Cameron Morgan," he murmured against my lips. Insert biggest, cheesiest smile ever right here on my face. "Well when you put it so nicely," I teased, giggling when he poked me in my stomach. "I'm falling for you too," I whispered biting my lip. His touch scorched the sliver of skin above my jeans where his fingers trailed back and forth paired with the look he was giving me, had almost driven me to the brink of insanity.
"You're the best thing that's even happened to me Cammie," he stated seriously. My heart stopped for at three seconds before it started back beating at a blindly fast rate. I pushed a lock of hair from a his face, letting my hand idle in his hair. I stepped back from his embrace then giggled at the look on his face. He looked like someone had just ran over his puppy.
"Come on," I said tugging on his hand towards my bedroom, smiling as realizing smirk crossed his face.
Now remember when I said I was falling for Zach?
Yeah, scratch that because I'd already fell and landed. Hard.