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Chapter 7

Cammie POV

Pros and cons of going on a "date" with Zach

Pro: I haven't seen him in four years!

Con: I was mad at him wasn't I?

Pro: He could give me the answers I needed.

Con: He would probably leave me with more questions than answers.

Pro: He is an incredible kisser

Con: He likes to kiss me than leave, which is something I do not appreciate.

Pro: It's Zach!

Con: It's Zach.

I tossed and turned for most of the night replaying everything that happened that day. First I blew up a mission and possibly my cover was unveiled. Second, I am in danger of being killed by a competing assassin agency or possibly my own. Third, I ran into, or more correctly he ran into me, the hottest sweetest guy who also happens to be my ex boyfriend and he asked me on a date. Now I do say the term "ex boyfriend" lightly because we were never officially "girlfriend/boyfriend" status. We were just two people who enjoyed each other's company and frequently kissed. We also spent our fair share of life threatening moments together. This, when you think about it, is really romantic.

But that still doesn't let him off the hook for disappearing for four years without a trace! Zach leaving was the hardest thing I'd ever had to live through. And that's coming from a person who survived Chinese war torture. For months I moped around and only wore sweat pants. I refused to do anything and would sit alone in my favorite secret passageways and cry. I know it sounds ridiculous. But I… I loved him. And when he left, so did a piece of my heart. And for four years I've felt something missing, and when I saw Zach, it was like I was whole again. I was… happy.

I sighed frustrated. I hated how just being with Zach for a couple of minutes had turned me into a sap. Somehow being around him makes me only able to think about the good times and not the bad, he- deserted-me-and-constantly-lied-to-me times.

I remember the day he left like it was yesterday.

Flashback: The day before graduation.

I was sitting in one of the passage ways that was behind the Gallagher tapestry. Graduation was tomorrow which I was nervous about. I was the key note speaker which meant I had to talk in front of the whole school, their families, the Gallagher trustees, and hundreds of potential employers. And not to mention one hot Blackthorne boy. But that wasn't what was really bothering me. Graduation meant changes. Changes I didn't think I was ready for. Everyone would be leaving the safe comforts of the Gallagher walls and into the real world where there were no second chances and if you missed up you couldn't do an extra credit essay to make it all better. Now of course I knew all of this. I've had my fair share of real world experiences: almost getting kidnapped twice by an international terrorist group, actually getting kidnapped once and defeating them was more real world experiences than most people would get in a lifetime. What I was most worried about was Zach. What would happen to us now that we were adults? Would we go strong and maybe just maybe have a normal relationship? Or would it be full of lies and secrets and jumping from one mission to the next and only seeing each other every Christmas? Or would it even last past the walls of Gallagher Academy? The last thought made me shudder.

Either I was predictable or Zach just knew me better than anyone, but I felt the whoosh of air as the wall opened and Zach walked in. He came and sat down next to me not saying a word. His presence was like fire to me. Warm and inviting. But I knew if I got to close I could get burned. So I just sat there soaking in the warmth. Finally he spoke.

"So, you're getting sloppy. The irregular dust patterns in front of the tapestry were a dead giveaway. Not to mention the tapestry was totally not centered, it was shifted about eight degrees to the right which is about eight degrees too far." He joked. I got up and turned away from him not wanting him to see me cry. I stood and faced the wall looking at the grey brick and memorizing the creases. I heard Zach get up and I felt his body heat behind me.

"Gallagher girl," He whispered reaching for me. But I quickly turned around and faced him trying to mask my tears with anger. I folded my arms across my chest.

"I'm fine Zach, and thanks for the tip about my spying abilities. It was much appreciated." I tried to hold back the tears and stay strong but my façade melted when he pulled me into him arms. I cried the crease of his shoulder as he held me close.

"What's going to happen to us Zach?" I sniffled. He pulled me back and looked into my eyes. His face looked pained. He cupped my face and with his thumb he wiped away my tears. Then he tilted my chin up and brought his lips down to mine. At first they were soft and careful then they became more hungry and desperate. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and molded my body into his trying to milk every second of it. He pushed me against the wall and deepened the kiss even more. One of his hands slid down to my waist as he pulled me closer to him. The other stayed on my cheek as he caressed it.

After a couple of minutes we pulled back gasping for air. He rested his forehead against mine, panting. Then he said those simple words that made my heart soar.

"I love you Gallagher Girl." He whispered his breath caressing my face. I smiled and pulled him into another long kiss.

"I love you too Blackthorne Boy." He smiled. We stayed there for a little longer kissing until finally I knew I had to go. As much as I didn't want too I knew I had to get at least a little sleep for the speech tomorrow. I pulled away.

"I've got to go." I whispered.

"No." He grunted playfully and held me closer to him. He began to nuzzle my neck and I felt my knees go weak.

"Zach." I tried to say, but at that point his hands were lowering to and circling my waist and his mouth was moving all along my neck and jaw. I wanted to blame his iron grip on me not leaving, but I knew even if he wasn't holding onto me, I wouldn't have left. Again I pulled away. I smiled at him.

"I really have to go." He let me go, reluctantly. He held my hand and we walked out of the secret passage way. Before we parted ways he pulled me into another kiss but it was soft just barely a peck.

"I will always be here for you." He whispered. I smiled and I knew a look of relief washed over my face.I turned to go away but was stopped when Zach called out to me.

"Oh and Gallagher Girl?"

"Hm?" I responded.

"Try not to screw up the speech tomorrow. I know how nervous you get when I'm around you." He smirked. I tried to protest but he shut me up with a kiss. I sighed and leaned into him and he chuckled.

"Goodnight, Gallagher Girl." As I lay in my bed that night I wasn't at all worried about tomorrow. I knew that even though we hadn't made any serious plans about the future, that it didn't mattered. We loved each other and I knew whatever happens we will always find a way to be together.

Or so I thought.

The next day, or more correctly, later that morning, everyone was in frenzy for graduation. Macy, Bex, and Liz had forced me into a horrible two-hour long makeup and dress session in which I was plucked, poked, and glamoured. But all I could think about was Zach. He loved me!

The graduation speech went without error. Everyone clapped and cried and we threw our graduation caps into the air. Our mission was to successfully retrieve them before they hit the ground, a task that was very easily accomplished. Everyone was all smiles and tears. I talked to hundreds of people all of them telling me I would do great things and if I ever needed a job to give them a call because there was always a spot for me on their team. I laughed along and kept a huge smile on my face only thinking about one thing: Zach. I couldn't wait to see him.

After all the parties and celebrations and not to mention the thousands of pictures, I finally had a moment to myself. I did what I do best and left the after party unnoticed and snuck off to the same secret passageway. I opened the wall expecting to see that cocky smirk and green eyes waiting for me. But instead all I found was emptiness. Taped to the wall written on evapopaper was a note in that familiar slanted handwriting that said:

Sorry.

-Z

I don't remember what happened after that. I remember being found by my mother and my friends. I remember Mr. Solomon picking me up and carrying me to my room. I remember them all fussing over me wondering why I looked dead. I'm sure they figured it out. Finally they all left me and I was able to break down in peace. Not too long after I got the call from Father Agency asking me to join their team. I think one of the reasons I agreed was because of Zach. It felt empowering to know I was more lethal than he was and also I felt a strange sense of closeness to him now that I was an assassin. He was trained to become one and now I was one. It was a sick thought but at that moment I was too distraught to care. That day changed me and will forever be burned in my soul.

The day Zach left was the day Cammie Morgan ceased to exist. Sure I still walked the same and talked the same, and on the rare occasion, laughed the same. But there was always a part of me that was gone. And now it was back. I felt the old me coming alive. And I was crazy enough to say, I wanted more.

So it was decided. I was going on a date with Zach. Even if it killed me, which it very well could do.

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