Waltzing With the Enemy?
A/N: You know, I really don't know where I come up with some these. All I did was read Madame Dabney's name last night and I dreamt of this oneshot. So, this isn't the sort of different one I told you about, but I have part of that done and wanted to write this before I forgot, so I hope you like it! Set during Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy. Enjoy!
I was really starting to get fed up with those Blackthorne boys. They were annoying, cocky so darn irresistible! Curse the fact that us Gallagher girls don't get out much. Bex, Liz, and I walked into Culture and Assimilation class while Macey walked down the hall to her lower level class.
We listened to Madame Dabney talk about how to kill someone using only a napkin holder for most of the class and I noticed all the girls sneaking glances at Zach, Jonas, Grant, and some other Blackthorne guy named Nick. The bell for our next class rang, but Madame Dabney stopped us with a shrill voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she said calmly when we all stopped in our tracks and backed up, saying 'gentlemen' like they had been here forever. She paused for a moment and we all just stared. Madame Dabney of all teachers never kept us after class unless it was important. "And don't worry, you have my permission to be late, lighten up bit. It's not polite to keep glancing at the clock or door."
"Yes, Madame Dabney," came the chorus of replies as shoulders relaxed a bit and we all turned our full attention on her.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to have an assignment for you all to choose a partner and create a unique mix of dances." Collective groans filled the room, but she talked over us. "However, tonight, I'd like two of you to do the assignment for tomorrow if possible, to give everyone a bit of insight on what to do. Do I have any volunteers?"
All the girls in the room, started looking anywhere but at Madame Dabney. Half started to search for partners already, others just avoided eye contact so they wouldn't get picked. Bex and I had just linked arms when Madame Dabney clapped her hands together.
"Cameron! How about you?" And you can't really say no to one of the best spies who also happened to graduate from your school. So all I did was nod and turn to Bex before she continued.
"Tut-tut, Ms. Morgan, we have gentlemen joining us this semester and I believe it would work out splendidly for you to be paired with one of them," Madame Dabney smiled like this was the best idea in the world. I, on the other hand was mortified. Bex patted my shoulder sympathetically and Liz started whispering ways to deal with whichever boy I got, but I was focused on the group of four in our class, hoping against hope that Madame Dabney wouldn't choose the one that irked me the most.
"Any volunteers over here?" she turned to the boys and simultaneously, they all stepped back, leaving one in the middle as if by future arrangement. " ! Excellent! I expect your dance by tomorrow. Good afternoon." With that, Madame Dabney shooed us out of her room, but I was too shell-shocked to even register that we were leaving.
"Him!" I whispered-yelled once me and my friends were out of the classroom and walking towards CoveOps. "Of all four boys, she had to pick Zach?" His name rolled off my tongue like poison because I despised him. His smirk, his cockiness, how good he was, the way he didn't seem to care that he had gotten the better of me. Everything about him annoyed me and now I was stuck doing a stupid assignment with him.
"Cam, you know you could just not show up for the project," Bex told me in a 'duh' voice. I was about to talk when Liz jumped in.
"Are you crazy? If she doesn't show up, the project won't get done and do you know what that would do to her C&A grade?" Liz reprimanded, looking at us like a parent right then even though she was smaller than both of us. Leave it to Liz to worry about my grade. But she was right. I couldn't let my grade drop because of some boy spy.
"Or," Bex dragged out the word. "If you want, we could hog tie him and lock him in one of the passageways so you could tell Madame Dabney he never showed up." Liz seemed to ponder this for a moment.
"That could work, Cammie. Then you could tell Madame Dabney he didn't show up and it won't affect your grade," Liz said. I could almost see the wheels in her head turning.
"Yeah, but how do you explain what we'd do when we let him go and he told everyone what we did?" This question seemed to stump both of my friends so I continued. "It's no use, guys. I'm stuck with Zach Goode. I'd rather take my chances against rogue MI6 agents," I added the last part in a mumble as we started walking again. And that was when, speak of the devil, Zach decided to show up.
"Hey Gallagher Girl," he smirked at me. That stupid smirk! I just glared in return. "Guess I'll see you tonight in the library. It'll be nice and quiet and…see you tonight." He smirked again and clicked his tongue at me before striding down the hallway. I couldn't help but think about what he had wanted to say after he said 'quiet,' but then he had thought better of it. As I watched him walk down the hall and watched Tina Walters and Mick Morrison almost melt at the nod he gave them, I whacked my books against my head. Couldn't someone just swoop in and kidnap me? Or get me expelled? Or take me on a mission? Anything? Obviously, no one answered my unasked questions. I was on my own tonight.
"Macey, you don't understand! I hate everything about him! He's cocky, he's good, he doesn't seem to care-" Macey cut me off, having heard enough. We were in our suite, waiting until it was time for me to go meet Zach. Lix and Bex had told Macey both their ideas and asked if she had any ideas on how to help me get out of it. But Macey had said "Why get out of it? He's hot." And that led us to where we are now and Macey was talking again.
"Cam, did you ever stop to think that maybe the reason you hate him so much is because you're afraid to love him?" she said calmly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And it totally was not! I pressed a pillow against my face and screamed into it, flopping back onto my bed. When I removed the pillow, I saw Bex holding up a rope and Liz holding her night vision glasses. And Macey just had her arms crossed and was giving me a Macey-look. One that told me she knew she was right even if I didn't.
"Mace, that's insane!" I cried as I stood up. She quickly sat me down and started to brush my hair, but I cut off her ominous remark about my hair products when I kept talking. "I don't love him! I don't even like him! I hate him. Hate him, hate him, hate him," I chanted, so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't feel Macey applying eye shadow until it was too late. I groaned.
"What? Whether you like him or not, you can't look like crap in front of a hot guy," Macey said in a know-it-all voice. "It's the facts, sweetie."
"Great, now it's going to look like I'm trying to impress him," I moaned as I stood up and grabbed my extra pair of dance shoes. I started walking towards the door as my roommates called last minute advice to me on how to deal with my date with death, as I liked to call it. Because this would be the death of me.
"I'm still open to any suggestions if you need us to extract him!" Bex called, rifling through her gadgets.
"Worry about your grade, Cam. Grades first!" Liz told me. Macey was quiet. I rested my hand on the doorknob before turning back to her.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked curiously. It wasn't like her to be quiet like this.
"I've already said it. It's your choice whether you're going to listen or not," Macey said simply before opening the door for me and gesturing me to get going. I sighed as I walked off to my doom, replaying Macey's coded advice in my head the whole walk there.
When I entered the quiet and completely empty library, Zach was already there, near a little alcove in the back. It was the perfect space for dancing and typing up our notes of how we figured the dance out.
"Hey," he called simply and I just nodded in return. No need to talk more than necessary to him and let him put thoughts into my brain. He stayed silent for a moment, waiting for me to say something and when I didn't, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "You look…nice," he stated.
"Thanks," I replied quietly, making a mental note to yell at Macey later and another one to remind to never let Macey apply makeup without permission ever again.
"So, ready to get started?" he asked, gesturing toward the floor space as he stood up and walked to the middle, waiting for me to join him.
"I guess so," I said as I set down my notebook and bag and walked hesitantly over to him. I stopped at least arms distance away and he chuckled.
"You're going to have to come closer than that to dance," he smirked, causing my blood to boil. I just rolled my eyes and looked at him. "I figured we could start off with the waltz," he told me, offering his hand. I reluctantly took it and curtsied, just as Madame Dabney had said.
Once he grabbed hold of my hand, I hardly had a moment to think as he pulled me toward him quick as a wink. One of his hands rested on the small of my back, holding me against his body firmly. The other was closed around mine. Sighing inwardly, I placed my other hand on his shoulder, leaving us in the perfect waltz form. Great, I was about to waltz with my enemy. The soft music started but instead of moving, Zach held me there.
"What are you doing?" I asked, irritated as I tried to start the routine.
"Why do you act like you hate me?" he asked, ignoring my own question.
"What do you mean?" I countered innocently. But Zach was a spy. And he wasn't buying it.
"Oh, come on Gallagher Girl, you obviously hate me for some reason, I saw your face when we were paired up," Zach rolled his eyes now before looking down at me. And that was when I became acutely aware of how close we were. How he smelled like pine tress. How his eyes lit up like dark emeralds. And than I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. Macey wasn't right. I didn't like Zach, I despised him.
"Zach, what do you think?" I snapped back, keeping up my annoyed façade as I continued to think while he spoke.
"Is it because of what happened in D.C.?" he asked, letting go of my hand for a moment to run one through his dark hair. "Because that wasn't my fault. You have no right to hate me for that." And then I froze. Every part of my body froze as I thought. But I was unfrozen quickly when Zach's grip on my body tightened and he pressed his lips to mine quickly. The kiss lasted for only ten seconds, but enough thoughts went through my mind in that time.
Why did I hate him? Sure, he had beaten, but it had just showed me what the real spy world was like. Sure, he always smirked, but on him, it was kind of…dare I say, hot. And sure, he was cocky as heck, but he wouldn't be Zach if he wasn't. But then he quickly pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he gasped, quickly pushing out of our hold and talking rapidly. "Let's start with a fox trot, or maybe a jive, or-"
"Zach!" I yelled, trying to get his attention. He looked up and immediately stopped talking. And that was when I realized I had no idea what I was supposed to say. But there he was, waiting for me to talk. I couldn't say that I didn't hate him. I couldn't say I had been upset that someone had beaten me but I was over it. I couldn't tell him I didn't like his hot smirk, or characteristic cockiness. And I most definitely couldn't tell him what Macey had said. That I was afraid of loving him. So I did the first thing that came to my mind. I walked calmly over to him and looked him in the eyes. And then I pushed my lips to his.
Zach Goode stood shocked for a moment or two before his arms wrapped around my waist and he gently pushed me back until we were sitting on the two bean bag chairs. He pulled away and looked at me.
"So you don't hate me?" he asked with a smirk, his eyebrows raised. I giggled before slapping a hand over my mouth and then removing it.
"No, I guess I don't," I grinned before leaning up to kiss him again. And the thought that ran through my mind was: How the heck was I going to tell Bex that there was no need for her to knock him unconscious and slip amnesia serum into his morning orange juice? Compared to that, it would be easy to tell Macey she was right and Liz that we might just fail the- My eyes flew open as I thought of what Liz had told me. I pulled away from Zach and stared at the clock. It read 11:30. There was no way we could finish our original dance with enough time to get an adequate amount of sleep. As my mind went nuts, Zach kissed me again, brushing his fingers through my hair.
"Zach, this isn't dancing," I breathed out when he pulled away. But all he did was smirk that smirk.
"We're spies…we can wing it."
A/N: So, how was that? I liked the way this came out and hopefully you did. And I'm starting to wonder why I write these so late at night. Anyway, please review and tell me what you liked or didn't like or *gasp* both, haha jk review please!
