Zach's POV

Whack. The sound of my pencil following to the floor would have been barely a whisper, but at that moment it sounded like thunder. My eyes opened wide as I stared at the girl that sat in the seat beside me.

Bex.

As in Rebecca Baxter. As in one of the four mysterious girls that somehow ended up at Roseville High on the same day as me and my friends. As in the girls who are most possibly spies-in-training. Like us.

I ignored the pencil and took a long look at Bex. She must have realized something was wrong too, because her eyes narrowed for a second as she scrutinized me, reminding me of an eagle and her prey. I quickly regained my composure and looked away. Cammie left, probably to get a chair, and I took the time to study Bex again.

She was beautiful. No doubt about that. I quickly ran through a bunch of things that I knew about her.

Her parents are Abraham and Grace Baxter, both are alive and working for the MI-6.

She was born in London, England and has a heavy British accent.

She's friends with Elizabeth Sutton and Macey McHenry.

She's most likely from a spy school too.

"So," I decided to get to know her first, before making judgements. " My name's Zach Goode, I'm new too." I smiled my infamous smile and it finally got her full attention.

"Oh, that's such a coincidence. What school are you from?" She leaned closer and started twirling her hair. I mentally snorted. Girls, even the spy ones are predictable.

"Oh, just a private school nearby. Our principle felt like we should have the co-ed experience for a little bit, since it's an all boys school."

"Really? Ours too! That's why me and my friends are here! I go to an all girls school." She giggled and flipped her hair. I had to stop myself from choking on laughter.

"Another coincidence, what are the odds?" I said, in the manner of someone who totally did not believe that it was a coincidence. "So what school are you from?"

"Oh, um just a small private school in Virginia. It's actually in Roseville too, believe it or not."

I made a mental note to search up all girl private schools in Roseville, Virginia. It shouldn't be too hard, it was a small town.

It seems like her spy senses finally clicked in. Because her eyes opened wide and she blushed in the manner of someone who has spilled too much. I wouldn't blame her though, it's very hard to resist my god-like good looks.

I barely heard her mumble a swear word in Italian. Obviously she wouldn't expect me to know it, but I did. And I accidentally let out a stifled laughter, one that she picked up immediately. I could see her put two and two together as she realized that I understood what she said. Crap, she might just be on to me now. Well, either that, or she thinks that I'm Italian. And I know for a fact that girls think Italian guys are very hot.

Cammie's POV

I walked back in to the classroom just in time to see Zach and Bex flirting. For some odd reason, my heart sank at that. But I should have known better then to think that Zach liked me at all, and even if he did, why would he settle for me when he could have someone like Bex?

I carried my chair to the edge of the long table at the back, and sat down just as Ms. Monroe was beginning her lecture. I caught Zach looking back at me and smiling, I smiled back. In the corner of my eye I saw Bex eyeing me, but she quickly looked away. Did she see me as competition? Because if she did I was honoured. Really, it's flattering to think that someone like me would stand a chance beside someone like her.

The rest of the class was a blur, I tried hard to focus on but my mind kept on drifting to Zach instead. It didn't help that his muscular body was directly in my line of view to the board, or that he would look back every once in a while and make butterflies erupt from my stomach. Between staring at me and looking out the window, It hardly seemed like he was focusing on the school work. Which was probably why every eye in the entire class gaped at him when he neatly recited every part of an animal cell to Ms. Monroe without skipping a beat. Even the parts that we haven't covered yet.

"And Cammie, can you please tell me the parts of a plant cell?"

"Oh," Crap, I forgot to study last night. "Um, membrane, nucleus, cytoplasm, and um..." I was freaking out, when behind I saw Zach mouth something.

"Choloroplast! It's choloroplast!" I shouted, praying that Zach was right.

"Very good, Cameron, perhaps next time you'll be able to answer the question without Mr. Goode's help." She eyed me, and I blushed.

I was on my way to lunch when Zach ran up to me with a cocky grin on his face.

"So, Cammie, aren't you going to thank me for saving your ass in biology?" He teased.

"Thank you," I said back, rolling my eyes. "Maybe next time you could be a little less obvious."

"Cameron Morgan, I never took you as the kind of girl who gave sassy back talks." He joked.

"Well, I never took you as the kind of guy who couldn't handle them." I've never joked around like that with anyone ever since my dad left, so to tell the truth, that "sassy backtalk" surprised me just about as much as it surprised Zach. But it's as if I couldn't help it, something about that boy just made me feel different, safe, like I could be whatever I wanted to be and he wouldn't judge me at all.

We continued to joke around as we made our way to the lunch hall, I'm pretty everyone was staring at me. I know what they're thinking, Cameron Morgan? Happy and laughing? Since when?

I honestly don't know.

At our usual table, I saw Colette gaping at me while obviously trying to get me to tell her what's going on. I winked at her and mouthed later, which of course, made her more curious. At the back of the lunch line, Trevor-as discreetly as possible-gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back and giggled.

For once in my life, I felt important and worth paying attention. And honestly, I don't think I have been this happy and carefree in so long. Then I looked up and saw Zach smiling at me and realized that it wasn't me they noticed, it was him. People didn't stare at me because I was happy and laughing; they stared at him, wondering why in the world someone like him would be hanging out with me.

After all, I was a freak. A loser. An orphan that might as well be a servant in her so-called home. And I will probably never amount to anything, never become anything special.

I'm not anything special.

Suddenly I felt claustrophobic. The stares and giggles around me was overwhelming and I felt like I couldn't breathe. The smile on my face was gone in an instant and I knew that I had to get out of there. Fast.

I tore myself away from Zach and dove for the door, I almost made it out when it swung open and in walked Ariana and her posse. Her eyes narrowed as she saw me then she saw Zach and the crowd of students waiting for a show and understood what happened immediately. She smiled the evil smile I've seen far too many times and said in a sickly sweet smile, "Well, Cammie, who's this nice-looking fella you've got with you?"

"Please, Ariana, don't. Not now." I pleaded quietly. Hoping for once she'd let it go.

But of course this just made her more eager to humiliate me. She walked up to Zach flaunted her hair in a way that would make most guys drool, but Zach looked like he couldn't be less amused.

"Hi," She purred, "My name's Ariana, and you're one of the new students right? That's probably why you were stuck with the likes of her. But don't worry, from now on, you can hang out with us." She pressed herself disgustingly close to him, "Or specifically, with me. Cause you know, I've been awfully lonely lately." Her voice was soft and seductive as she whispered in his ear, and I swore I heard someone in the room sigh. She continued to whisper to him while trailing a finger up and down his back, and that's when I knew that he was a goner. Another boy, caught in her trap. And I knew that he's going to be in our house tonight alright, next door on Ariana's bed, doing things that I wish I'll never have to find out.

I took that as my cue to leave and walked away, I was halfway out the door when Zach spoke for the first time since Ariana started talking to him. I turned around hesitantly at his voice, to see their lips inches apart as he said,

"Thanks for the offer,"

Then suddenly turn away.

"But I'm not interested. At all. I'm sure there's plenty of other guys for you though, like that one." And with that everyone followed his eyes and landed on Jimmy Abrams. His mouth fell open and out fell a piece of sandwich that he just took a bite out of, mustard dripped down his shirt as he stood up and yelled "I'm single! You can have me Ariana!"

Laughs erupted everywhere and Ariana's face turned bright red. "You bastard! You jerk! You don't want me? Well you'll NEVER have me. NEVER. You hear, Zach Goode? Never!" She screamed to Zach's back as he walked away with a grin on his face.

"You can count on it." Was the last thing he said.