Part 2 of DOUBLE CHAPTER SPECIAL

Chapter 9

I'm officially in a dilemma.

Okay…so it's not life or death, by Solomon standards. But it is pretty important. It being the dilemma I face: Josh and Molly, or Zach? The answer seems simple; who in his right mind would want to spend another day with Molly? Problem is, Grampa would sit me down, look me in the eye, and say, "Cammie, I know you and Molly aren't on the same footing, but we're all family. She's the closest thing you've got to a sister and you need to embrace that."

Right. Because Molly and I are totally related.

I sigh and turn over on the couch. I'm hiding in the loft, far away from everyone, without a clue about what I am to do about tomorrow. I decide to call one of my best friends. Liz? No, she's on some super science camp in New York. Bex? Probably scuba diving near the Bahamas.

I take out my cell phone, which is specially protected against any wiretapping or hacking, and punch in Macey's number. I'm only supposed to use the phone during emergencies, but I think this dilemma is definitely an emergency situation.

The phone starts to ring, and I ask, "Hel—"

"I already said I'm not dating Robert Pattinson, damnit! Linda, tell the effing paparazzi that I'm single! Asexual! Anything but him!"

"Uhh…Macey? Hello?"

"I have pre-tween girls hounding me and sending me death threats! Death – oh, Cammie? Is that you?"

"Yeah, hey, Macey. Robert Pattinson problems? I saw that in PEOPLE today."

"Stupid American society driving me crazy. I don't even know Robert Pattinson. And now I'm glad I don't, jeezus! Wait, Cammie, why are you on your phone? Are you in an emergency? What's wrong?"

"Well, uh, it's kinda an emergency. Not emergency, emergency, like super spy Code Black that kind of thing. It's more like Code Cammie."

"…Code Cammie?"

"Yeah, um, it's a long story."

"Yet you're calling me."

"Uhm…So I'm in the middle of nowhere and I just saw Josh and Zach."

"Ha. Right." Macey starts laughing on the other end. Then the laughing stops. "Wait, what?"

"Yup."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. Honest by spy briefing regulations."

"Oh…god…"

"Yeah."

"So? What's going on? Why is this Code Cammie?"

"Well, Josh asked me out to, kind of, to talk at two tomorrow. And Zach left me an Evapo telling me to meet him at two tomorrow. Not to mention my stupid cousin Molly who I already told you out."

"The bimbo?"

"Yeah, her. She's hitting on Zach. Oh, and Zach pretended not to know me when he saw me in town. Even after our kiss."

"Jeez." I hear Macey sit down. "I thought the Robert Pattinson was bad enough."

"You do have the death threats."

"Tell me about it. So, how do you know it was Zach's Evapo?"

"Because he did a brush pass when he left us…he kinda almost held my hand, except not."

"And your hand tingled and everything even after he was a jerk?"

"Unfortunately. So there's my dilemma. Who should I ditch?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're Macey McHenry!"

"So?"

"You know boys! You understand them! Why did Josh ask me out? Why did Zach completely refuse to acknowledge my existence?"

"Cammie. Josh didn't ask you out. He just wants to talk. Maybe he's a nice boy?"

"Okay so Josh wants to talk to me. Fine. But Zach hates me!"

"What makes you say so?"

"He called me Kimmie after I introduced myself, Macey. Kimmie."

"Isn't this all very sketch to you, Cammie? Zach isn't revealing your or his identity outside of spy school. He doesn't hate you. He kissed you for a reason. He brush passed for a reason."

"What reason?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Macey! Stop being so mysterious."

I hear Macey smile through the phone. "You'll find out. My publicist is here, I gotta go. Good luck with Code Cammie."

"Fine, leave me when I need you!"

"Just do whatever you feel is right. Only you know what's best, Cammie. I'll talk to you later, bye!"

The phone clicks, and it's dead silent. Outside the loft, night has already arrived, and a few lights flicker across the ranch. Zach's nonchalant voice calling me Kimmie still rings in my ears. But then I remember his piercing blue eyes, as if he were pleading for me to understand, and his more gentle and soft smile when he said he was a gentleman. I remember his brief but electric touch, and I shiver. No, I can't pass up Zachary Goode.