Hey peeps, sorry if Zach seemed a little wimp-ish in the last few chapters, but his time is coming. Anyway thank ya'll for reviewing, it hasn't been 24 hours and it's already up 13 people.
On with my lame story :)
As much as ya'll like ZPOV, I'm a girl who want woman to rule the world (MWUAHAHAHA jk…) I tend to make him wimpy, or obsessed with Cammie. I might do a few ZPOV, but not as much. It'll make the story better when he regains his cocky, mysterious demeanor. Now the stories gonna be about them clashing against each other instead of me making a lame story about how Zach thinks Cam is so hot and Stalks her all the time. I can do CPOV okay; I really suck at ZPOV…
Sorry to disappoint, but oh well.
Also I've been getting tips from a really close friend of mine, and I've been writing my own original stories, so I think my writing is beginning to mature, because I read my past chapters and I couldn't help thinking how retarded most of it sounded, how undeveloped and all over the place it is. I want to erase it and start over completely, but I won't. Mostly because I don't have the time ;D
Tell me If this is any better than my other chapters!
Cammie's POV
"Goode; Morgan." Solomon's familiar deep voice rang true, and I hid my nervousness with a bored expression. A mask. I saw Zach this morning beating the living bejesus out of a punching bag. (I seriously say Holy Be-Jesus all the time… bad habit.)
I saw his face clear out, swept free of any emotion. He hid everything, any pain, any nervousness, any sadness, behind that cocky smirk. He swept his hair out of his eyes. The green orbs showed nothing but ease and determination. I hope my mirrored his.
I stepped on the mat, my ponytail swaying slightly with the constant flow of wind that circled me.
My dad had been here, he stood right where I am, everyday.
That thought gave me comfort; power. I wasn't going to let some boy get in my way of the goal. I won't let him distract me from what's important.
The shrill whistle echoed throughout the scorching training center. It happened almost in slow motion, like in those movies with Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee. He dived for me, and I rolled over him. Time sped up again as we raced to bring each other down. I would kick, he would block, he would punch, I would dodge. I was more than a simple sparring match, much deeper. It was The Battle of the Sexes.
He let out a sudden yell, and I paused, just for a second, a millisecond, and he took that chance. He pushed his weight on me and we both fell on the ground. We grappled, wrestled; hair was yanked, claws came out, guts were jabbed, and faces were punched. We rolled around on the sticky mat, finally he had me pinned, my hair splayed out under me.
"Is that all you've got?" I hissed through clenched teeth and kneed him in his rock hard abs. His breath left him in a short gasp, and I used all my strength to shove him off me, and we were in the same position we were in when we started, circling each other. He was limping slightly, but covered it up good. He had bruises, claw marks, bloody gashes, and his clothes were ripped, showing off the previously mentioned 10 pack of solid steel. If this is what he looked like, I must be pretty gruesome looking. I could tell my hair was in a sweaty, tangled mess. My shorts and shirt were disheveled, and crusted faintly with blood. Whether it was mine or his, I couldn't tell.
The girls were screaming untranslatable (And unmentionable) words in at least 10 different languages. A sweat droplet slid down my face and I couldn't take it anymore. I ripped off my shirt, revealing a tie-dye sports bra. Wolf-whistles and catcalls were heard from the west side of the gym, and I flipped them off.
"Feisty. I like it." Zach whispers when we got close enough to see the visible tension on each other's face.
"Then you'll absolutely love this." I murmur, diving yet again for him. He blinks in surprise and we tumble down. We start up again with the rolling around, trying to pin the other. My hip hits the ground, and I almost wince. He stares slightly and I clutch my hand to the bone, seeing blood. My eyes go wide, and wait for the next blow. He's going to beat me. He's going to win. It seemed like both eternity and a few seconds before the whistle was blown
"ENOUGH!" Abby screams, tearing us apart. "You'll both kill each other!"
Solomon, Abby, and the P&E teacher here Mrs. Dunsburogh huddle together, much like a football team before a game. The though makes me giggle silently. Mrs. D in a football uniform, that's a scary thought. Standing at a whopping 6'3, she towers over most of the senior boys, and yells like she has a built-in bullhorn.
"It's a tie!" They announce, and Boo's are heard from the roaring stands of spies in training.
I was stunned, they won't let us finish.
I climb back into the stands, nursing a twisted ankle, and several nasty purple bruises. I clutch my hip, trying to hold back hot tears of rage and pain. The girls hug me, saying I was amazing, ferocious, but one sentence, six letters, rolls and tumbles around in my head until I'm ready to scream in either anger or bitterness.
I almost lost, to a boy.
At lunch
"Cam! Don't beat yourself up about this! You were amazing! I bet if they let you guys keep going, you would've won!" I shake my head, making the room spin slightly.
"He could've won." I whisper almost silent to my own ears. "He had me pinned, and I was injured. Why didn't he keep going? Why didn't he knock me out?" They look up at me, surprised.
"You didn't see those last few seconds. He had an advantage, and he didn't take it. I don't understand him." They exchange silent looks I can't decipher, and I glance through at the metal napkin holder, meeting the familiar gaze of emerald eyes.
"It's okay, you know," Macey says surprisingly soft. "It's okay to like him."
DUH DUH DUHHHH
I am seriously proud of this chapter, and since it took forever for me to update last time, I'll give you this.
I love your suggestions, and I always try to weave them into the chapter any way I can.
Okay my battery is almost dead and its like 3 in the morning so bye!
