CHAPTER 8: CPOV

"I'll take whatever I can get." I turned to see myself in the mirror. Not too bad and the push up bra was a necessity. I found out something tonight, I have cleavage. The best part, the bra is never going to fall. I sat down in front of the mirror to fix my hair. Macey was going to fix my hair and re-do my makeup. "Wow. It all fits. Thanks for the bra Macey. It's not only comfortable, but sturdy. The strapless bra kept slipping. I swear, dancing with Blackthorne Boy made the condition worse. I thought I would have to dance with Blackthorne Boy with no bra on. Imagine how embarrassing that would have been. However, I don't understand why you're making me wear this push-up bra. What would an A-cup girl like me do with a push up bra? I have nothing to push up." I heard Macey giggle and then a shatter. "What was that?!"

"What was what?"

"That shatter, duh!"

"Cammie, you are imagining things," Macey said. Am I imagining things?

"If you see Josh, what about Zach?" Macey asked as she let down my hair. My hair was up with hanging wringlets. Now, I wanted my hair down and curly, sexy even.

"What about Blackthorne Boy?" I asked while we were plugging in the curlers and getting all the makeup out.

"Oh come on Cammie! Surely you can't be that blind!" I put my hair down and she began working on my hair with the curler.

"Of course I'm not blind. If I was blind, I probably would not be this great at this CIA stuff," I said sarcasticly.

"That is not what I meant and you know it," she said while she continued curling my hair. I have to give Macey some credit—she was great with a curler.

Once she finished curling my hair, she took out this beautiful hair clip, covered with colored crystals. The way the light reflected on it…wow…It looked like a beautiful, delicate flower. She gently took the clip and clipped it in my hair. I've never knew how one little hair clip could make a world of difference. Hmm, there is a video camera on it. Why would she chip me? And to do it without telling me? I decided to act dumb and play along. "So hurry up and tell me what you meant." I pointed to my face, signaling Macey to fix my makeup.

She quickly picked up the brushes and the powders. "Zach likes you, do you know that?" she asked while she was applying some makeup on me. I shrugged, acting as if it was no big deal. Because in reality, I knew the truth. He didn't like me. He would never like me. "Don't you dare just shrug your shoulders to me Cammie. He does like you. Admit it, you like him too. But for some reason, you feel obliged to see Josh again. I hate to say this to you, but this thing between you and Josh is over. If you are going to go see Josh, keep it friendly. Remember what happened last time you tried to have a relationship with him?...Or rather your first time…but whatever! It ended with the CIA having to erase his memory. Do you think he should go through that again? First of all, it is not good for someone's brain to keep erasing things. Second of all, it is just plain bad. Third of all, do you think you would be able to go through that again? At least with Zach, you wouldn't have to keep secrets from each other. Plus, it is obvious that you like Zach a lot more than you have ever liked Josh." You know the world is ending whenever Macey is right. But I had to disagree with her on one thing…

"I never said I liked Zach."

"Yeah yeah," waving her hands at me, trying to brush off the topic, "choose a lip gloss color. I suggest this rosy pink shade because it would look great with your complexion and it will match perfectly with your dress." I nodded and let her continue. "Plus, Zach knows how do defend himself against a girl, whereas Josh just lays flat on his back." She and I both smiled, remembering what happened when I accidentally flipped Josh onto his back. I thought he was a man who was trying to hurt me…oops! Oh well, Josh forgave me pretty quickly.

"Blackthorne Boy has no place in my life." Nor would I need Zach in my life. "I am going to see Josh to make sure everything between us is going to be okay. I just, I need to know. I need some closure. I can't keep avoiding Josh in my life. I need to know if I still have these feelings or not. It'd be nice to find out now rather than later. Every time the Academy has to go to town, there is a big probability that I am going to see Josh. I need to set things straight with him. He deserves to know the truth…well…only a small fraction of the truth." Macey was nodding her head, understanding why I can't tell Josh the whole truth. "If anything, I am hoping we are going to stay friends. You were right about one thing Macey," she looked at me with wide eyes, "Josh and I being together is a bad idea. A relationship relationship would make things too complicated. We should just stay friends." She smiled, knowing that she finally got one thing through to me.

"So, you are just going to talk to him?"

"Yes."

"No flirting?"

"Nope."

"Kissing?"

"No."

"Seducing?"

"Oh Dear God No."

"So why are you getting so prepped up?" She went to her jewelry box and took the beautiful diamond necklace hanging from the jewelry box. Hmm, Macey always keeps her necklaces locked up. Why is it out? Earlier today, she did say that I could borrow a diamond necklace, I just didn't think it would be this eye-catching. She put it on me and clasped it behind my neck. I noticed that the necklace had a small black dot on it. So tiny that only our CIA eyes were trained well enough to see it. No mere human could easily identify it. A microphone? First there's this video camera in my hair, now there is this microphone on the necklace? Why do this without telling me? She must think I wouldn't notice it. Does she think I'm stupid? Of course I would notice! I'm insulted. I've been in the CIA longer than she has. She knows I will be safe. What has she got to hide? Hmm…

"Because I want to, because every girl should have at least one "sexy" day in their life, because his school is having a dance too and every girl is probably going to look drop dead gorgeous. I want to be drop dead gorgeous too. Because…because…because I want his last memory of me to be of a beautiful woman, not just some corny high school ex."

"Cammie, I think with you, you will always be the beautiful woman he sees and dreams of. You will never be the corny high school ex." I looked at her and she actually meant it.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"Alright. So we are doing this for the sake that his school is having a school dance, right?"

"Right!"

"Going to flirt? Grind? Dry hump? Mingle? Make out? Break some hearts?"

"Nope, I am going to talk to Josh period."

Macey huffed, "Cammie, you are no fun. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart."

"Thanks Macey. I wouldn't want it any other way," I said while rolling my eyes.

"One of these days, you'll do things the way I do."

"Isn't me dressing sexy, enough? That totally screams 'Macey' and not 'Cammie.'"

"Nope," she said popping the 'P', "I think you are set to go see the ex. Your makeup is divine and your hair is amazing. Tonight, you sure are going to make his knees weak, or make any other boys' knees weak for that matter."

I looked at the mirror. Wow, I thought, I look different. A good different. My hair had the most softest and luscious curls I have ever seen. I thought curls on me would look horrible, but Macey was able to pull it off. They actually looked good. Macey gave me smoky eyes and my lips were "oh so shiny." Kind of like intimidating any boy to kiss my lips or else. Too bad I wouldn't want any boy near my lips. I turned around to Macey, "Thank you Macey, for everything. I look so…"

"Sexy?"

I giggled, "Sexy," I agreed. "I kind of like this. Maybe I should dress like this more often." Then I heard a groan. "What was that?" I asked quickly.