Chapter 10: Cammie's Pov

"Oh," I lifted my head from his chest. "I- I'm fine. Thanks." I'd almost forgotten I was on a mission.

"Are you sure? C'mon, don't hesitate. You're my girl, and I treat my girl right." He winked at me.

"You know what, tackling you to the ground has got me parched. Water's fine." I laughed and pecked his cheek in goodbye.

Zach rolled his eyes. "Great. Now I'm rewarding you for bruising my spine." He popped off the grass and started walking away.

I smiled. "Thank you babe!"

"Yeah sure." He waved with a smirk plastered conveniently on his face. "I'll be back in a few minutes." He turned to face the sidewalk, off to what I could only assume was his top secret meeting.

Bex's voice was instantly cracking in my ear. "Alright Cam. We have the eyeball. There's a newspaper stand in front of the Radio Shack. Pick up a paper for cover."

"I copy." Zach was still in sight, only fifteen yards ahead. I sat and waited until he was at least a block away. He turned back only once.

"Let the chase begin." And I was off, stepping into the flow of town. I tied up my hair with a spare ponytail, changing my look slightly. Then I grabbed one of the newspapers Bex pointed out.

"He just turned left on Devon Avenue. He's practicing a lot of Solomon's tactics for losing a tail." It was Macey's voice this time.

So we weren't crazy after all. He really was up to something. That fact made my heart sink a little. Part of me had still been hoping this was all just nonsense. I didn't want any secrets, I was tired of secrets.

"I'm going to stop for a disguise. Keep him in sight."

"Roger that."

On normal circumstances, I wouldn't bother with a cover. But this was Zach. Zach was good, (no pun intended) and he knew me well. I had to be careful, on top of my game.

I ducked into a fairly large store that had mannequins modeling in the windows. The door chimed when I stepped through.

"Good Afternoon!" A woman with short gray hair and a narrow face smiled from the counter beside the entrance. Her chandelier earrings were way too big for her small ears.

"Hello," I smiled politely in return. I quickly turned towards the back of the store like I knew where I was going. Of course, I didn't have a clue.

I only had twenty-five bucks on me, so I couldn't buy anything extravagant. Perhaps a hat and a scarf.

I found the back wall which was shelved with high heels and gaudy sandals. That wouldn't do. Lucky for me, there was a section dedicated to discount accessories nearby. I sighed in relief. This was perfect.

There were two white plastic bins filled with fashion miscellaneous. I reminded myself I didn't have much time, but a part of me screamed 'this is spy paradise!'

It was true. Piles of cheap unwanted apparel! Can you ask for more? I grabbed a big pink floppy sun hat that was half buried by some tangled strings of beads. Then I reached my hand in again, pulling out whatever I felt first. It was a discounted strapless bra… no. Just no. Never again. Thankfully, the next thing I pulled out was a shawl. It was mainly white, with a few pink stripes that matched the hat if you squinted. It would have to do. I made my way back to the front of the store at a leisurely pace, until I heard a burst of static in my head.

"Cammie, we are losing sight of the subject. You might want to pick up the pace and get your butt over here." Bex has always had a way with words.

"Sorry, I'll be there soon." I hurried over to the check-out counter and dumped my purchases in front of the cashier in a not-so-graceful manner.

The woman working the cashier looked to be in her thirties. She smiled kindly at me and scanned the tags on my disguises quickly (which I kind of wanted to hug her for). "That'll be eighteen dollars and fifty six cents." She handed me the receipt.

"Cam! He's getting away from us. You need to hurry." Macey's voice rang over the Comms.

I snatched the clothes up in one hand and gave her a twenty with the other. "Thank you! Keep the change!"

I ran out the door, probably seeming very suspicious. But that was okay. I wasn't worried about the cashier, I was worried about Zach.

It was pretty easy to find them, even though Bex is positively dreadful at giving directions. By the time I'd caught up to the girls, I had slipped on my disguise.

They were sitting at a Roseville bus stop, eating icecream. Oh, how I envied their covers. They spotted me immediately.

"Coffee Shop," Macey's voice dripped with confidence. They'd successfully tailed him.

"Gotcha," I winked at them and continued strolling down the sidewalk until I arrived at a tall brick building.

A wooden sign was hung over the door. It read 'Dale's Cafe' in pudgy black letters.

I entered the store behind two men in dark business suits, barely noticed. I say barely because one person noticed.

Zach. Zach noticed. I could feel his eyes skimming over my back as I seated myself at a glass table.

And I noticed him. Oh, I noticed. And despite my years of professional training to never break cover for any reason whatsoever, I faltered. I noticed how he turned his eyes from me and leaned over the counter. I noticed how his lips were forming a goofy smile. I noticed how he was talking to someone I never thought I'd see again. And I definitely noticed how that certain someone's hand playfully pushed Zach's chest.

Here, I'll give you three hints:

Blonde

Pink

Happy

Did you guess Dee Dee? Because if you did, you were one hundred percent correct.

I unfolded my newspaper and held it high enough to be eyelevel.

"Subject has been spotted with Dee Dee." I mumbled, barely moving my lips.

I tried not to react to the instant scream in my ear. "What! Dee Dee? As in… like, the Dee Dee?"

"Yes," I managed to restrain my irritation of possibly blowing an ear drum "the Dee Dee."

"No way."

"Be quiet guys. I can't hear them with your screaming."

It was strange, the feeling of tug-of-war pulling inside my heart. It was like I was struggling to figure out who I was.

I could be the Chameleon. I could sit, observe, memorize, report, and leave. I could be the perfect spy. I was absolutely capable of it. I could figure out exactly what Zach was doing in a Roseville café, laughing and smiling with my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend. I could be that girl. The strong one.

Or I could be Cammie, Zachary Goode's girlfriend. I could let my heartbreak at the fact that Zach had lied to me. That he was talking to the perfect all-American beauty I hadn't seen in two years. I could get angry that she was touching my boyfriend. My spy boyfriend. I could march up to Zach and demand to know what he thought he was doing. I could be that girl. The regular girl. The weak one, but the one who loved Zachary Goode.

So in compromise, I let myself witness and observe what I'd come here to see. But I also let myself break a little inside at the words being exchanged between the two.

Dee Dee laughed, her voice carrying across the room like bubbles that I wanted to pop with a knife. "Oh my gosh, you are just too sweet Zach!" (Insert violent stab here.)

Zach just shook his head, his hair sliding lightly across his forehead.

"So when are going to take me? I've been waiting for two weeks now! I'm starting to think that you were lying!" She poked his arm and I could practically feel myself growl.

He must've had a reason. I'm sure he had a reason. He wouldn't just… cheat. He was better than that. I could trust him. Bex said I could trust him. I knew I could.

"I told you, I can't go today. Cam is waiting for me. She'll get suspicious if I'm not back soon."

I seriously couldn't believe it. This had to be a mistake. He… he wouldn't do this. I know he wouldn't. He'd just been holding me in his arms fifteen minutes ago!

Dee Dee huffed, clearly defeated. "Fine, fine."

"Tell you what, I'll be back on Thursday. We can go then. Okay?"

No, no, no, no, no. He's been sneaking out to see… her? All this time! He'd been lying to see Dee Dee!

"Okay." She grinned brightly. "You better get going. Here's your water." She handed him a plain white cup filled to the brim.

"Thanks." He returned the smile.

I never thought I could actually hate Zach's smile. But right then, I really, truly did.

"I'll see you soon." Dee Dee stretched her arms over the counter to embrace his shoulders. He mimicked the gesture.

And that's when I realized it couldn't be a mistake. It wasn't just a 'misunderstanding'. Zach doesn't throw hugs around like pieces of candy. Zach only smiles at people he cares about. And yet there he was. With Dee Dee. DEE DEE! Of all people, he was here with her. I wanted to puke. And cry.

They pulled away and Zach turned towards the door.

"Bye!" Dee Dee called out behind him.

Zach turned to send her a wave, but his hand fell short when his eyes found mine.

Oh no. Oh no. I'm dead. I'm dead. I am DEAD.

Zach narrowed his eyes. "C-"His voice caught. "Cammie?"

His tone wasn't the one I was used to. It wasn't the one he'd been using seconds before with Dee Dee. No, this was different. It was surprise, hurt, and fear all rolled up into one. That in itself made me want to stay. It made me want to sit, and talk, and be reasonable. But I didn't.

I was up in a flash without a word, moving towards the exit. I didn't try to make it dramatic, because that wasn't me. My face was blank and my body was relaxed. But I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. And I felt the one that rolled down my cheek despite the urging to hold it together. I felt myself falling apart and becoming Cammie, Zachary Goode's girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend? I wasn't sure anymore.

Zach tried to grab my hand as I bolted past him, but I pulled away. He shouted my name and ran after me. I was faster. I shouldn't have been, yet I was. I suppose when I want something, I stop at nothing to get it. Perhaps that's how I was able out run him and find an empty bench, perfect for a lonely teenage girl. Because the one thing I wanted more than anything right now was to just be alone.

And to erase the last two weeks of my life.

:O WHOA. Bet ya didn't see that coming. Okay, now I know you all wish that you could get my address so you can come hang me for what just happened… I get that. (Hahahaha… please don't) But the story isn't over! I'd estimate around eight more chapters to come, though I'm really not sure. I'm sorry if Cammie seems out of character in this. I know that it would probably take more proof for her to believe Zach's cheating, but this had to be done for the story to flow the way I've planned it. Please keep reading! The story will unfold more in the future chapters. And thank you SOOOO much for all of your amazing support! Reviews are greatly appreciated. Sorry for taking so long to update. I feel bad for making you wait, I just couldn't figure out how I wanted to word everything. If that makes any sense… Haha. I love you guys! Happy 4th of July and God Bless!

P.S. You may be wondering why Liz isn't with the gang while they're in town. Let me explain. Mr. Solomon took the Cove Ops class (not the entire senior class) on a town day. And as you know, Liz isn't in Cove Ops. She is in the research field, so she didn't accompany them. Thanks for reading!

~SpaceNut