I layed on my mattress and sighed happily, thinking back to Zach's note.

C-
Meet me at the Town Square at 11:00.

-Z

P.S. Try not to come with a comms unit. I
want to talk to you, not your friends.

"Mmm," I sighed again, resting my head on my pillow, looking at the clock, even though I just checked it a minute ago. 9:07. I turned over and closed my eyes, imagining what Zach's going to look like tonight. The strong, muscular arms I know so well wrapping around me, that dark hair tousled in just the right places ,his emerald eyes glistening in the moonlight, lips wearing that signature smirk. Just as I was drifting into pure bliss, a shrill voice snapped me back to reality.

"Cammie! Come on, you can't go to sleep now! It's not even 10!" Tina screamed.

"I wasn't sleeping!" I snapped, enraged at being so abruptly jerked out of my amazingly intense daydream.

"Okay, okay, it just looked like you were," she said, putting her palms in the air, showing me that she was backing off. "Geez, remind me why does Zach like you again?" she mumbled as she walked away.

"At least I have a boyfriend," I said loudly, making sure she heard me. Being in the same room with all of the girls was starting to get to me. Tina turned around and mumbled something to herself, and Macey asked Tina something immediately after, looking extremely menacing. Tina quickly said something and power-walked away. I sighed in frustration, silently cursing Mr. Solomon for not teaching us about lip-reading yet.

"What was that about?" I asked Macey as she neared.

"Oh, nothing," she replied simply. "Tina's just a bitch."

"Well, then," I said. I had gotten used to Macey's cussing over the last year. And it is sort of true. Tina can be a..well, you know.

"Yup. So, when are you meeting Zach?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Macey. I'm not meeting Zach," I answered calmly, but still slightly surprised. How did she know? Oh wait, this is the boy expert we're talking about. I thought, mentally giving myself a "Duh!" slap. She's omniscient.

"Oh, don't give me that crap, Cammie. I know what it means when a girl keeps sighing, and smiling, and daydreaming, it's usually because of a boy. So wh-"

"I wasn't daydreaming," I interrupted.

"Yeah, right," she replied, obviously not buying it. "You're telling me you just decided to blow up on Tina, because she thought you were sleeping?" I just kept silent, which gave her the answer she was expecting. "That's what I thought. Now, when and where are you meeting him?" Macey crossed her arms and stared me dead in the eyes, her ice blue eyes piercing.

"11:00 at the Town Square." I caved in.

"Meet me in the bathroom at 10:35," was all she said before walking back to wherever she was before.

~ZC~

"Okay, take a look," Macey said to me, stepping back. I stood up and looked into the mirror. My hair was put up in a messy bun, making it look like I had just gotten out of bed (in a good way), and I was simply dressed in a purple tank top and khaki shorts, which were higher than mid-thigh-but not in a slutty way. My face looked virtually make-up-less, even though Macey had sat for a good 15 minutes doing it. Apparently the natural look is a lot more work than I had imagined.

"It's," I began, searching for accurate words.

"I know it's probably not what you were expecting, but you don't want to look like you're trying too hard, so I just-"

"Macey," I interrupted. "It's perfect," I told her, smiling. "Thanks."

"No problem," Macey smiled back. She checked her watch and hurried," It's almost 11, Cam. You have to leave. Now." After being shoved out of the door, I ran to Town, and waited on a quiet corner in the street. I waited for 2 minutes and 39 seconds before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around from behind me.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl, been daydreaming about me lately?" I heard Zach say, his warm breath on the back of my neck. Forgot to check for bugs I internally sighed.

I turned around to face him, and whispered, "Be quiet," before leaning up to kiss him.

"Mmm," he hummed against my lips. "Yes ma'am," Zach whispered. We just stood there, kissing, for what felt like forever. Suddenly, I heard footsteps.

"Did y-" I started after abruptly pulling away from him. Zach put a finger on my lips and nodded. He leaned back into me, and whispered so only I could hear, "Pretend you didn't hear anything."

"What?" I whisper-shouted.

"Shh," he shushed me, silencing me with a kiss. "Trust me."

"What's going on, Zach?" I asked, brushing my lips lightly against his.

"I'll explain tomorrow." Zach leaned his forehead on mine, stared into my eyes and whispered, "Go back to your room. Do not tell anyone, under any circumstances, about this, understand?" kissing me once more.

"Yeah," I whispered, kissing him one last time. I ran back to my room, thoughts rushing through my mind. Who was out there? How did Zach know? What does this person want with us? Then a darker thought emerged. What do they want with me?

~ZC~

"Cammie, are you sure you're okay? You seem kind of.." Bex trailed off.

"Jumpy," Macey finished. All three girls squinted their eyes at me.

"I'm fine, you guys. Seriously," I said for the fourteenth time.

"Did something happen with Zach?" Liz asked softly. "Because if it did, you can te-"

"Nothing happened with Zach," I assured. "Everything is fine."

"You know, you shouldn't be that mad at Zach. I mean, we are spies. We're supposed to plant bugs and-" Liz continued, before I cut her off. I had finally gotten Liz to check for bugs, and we'd found one, in the last place I would have expected. On my underwear. That day in the cafeteria, Zach wasn't just being a hormone-crazed boy; he'd planted a bug. Liz said that it was one of the most advanced bugs she'd ever seen. Waterproof, undetectable by the touch. When Zachary Goode does something, he doesn't do it halfway.

"I know that, I'm not mad at him, Liz." I was really starting to get annoyed now.

"Did Tina say something?" Macey inquired, crossing her thin arms. "I'll deal with that b-"

"Everything is fine," I stressed, power-walking to our table, eager to get away.

"Good morning," I said to Zach, looking into his deep green eyes, silently questioning "What's going on?"

"Hey," he replied, taking my hand, replying silently. "I'll tell you soon."

I just leaned my head against his shoulder, my arm intertwined with his, our hands joined.

"Not hungry?" Zach asked, noticing I hadn't taken any breakfast. I just shook my head in response. "Come on," he whispered, getting up.

"Oh, no," Grant said, standing in front of us. "You guys aren't going wherever so you can make out."

"Okay, you seriously need to get over this, man," Zach said, walking forward.

"No," Grant responded stubbornly, still blocking our path. "I-"

"Shut up, Grant," Bex scolded, pushing him down onto a chair. I looked at her, smiling softly. She gave me a small smile, but looked slightly worried. I tried to reassure her with my eyes, but Zach tugged me away before I could know if she got the message.

Zach pulled us into a storage closet, and held me close. "What do you know about Chris Henson?"

"Not much," I answered slowly, my eyebrows furrowed. "Was he the guy from las-"

"Shh," he shushed.

"Sorry," I apologized, whispering.

"It's fine. Yeah, he was there last night." Zach took my shoulders in his hands, and stared at me sternly. "Are you sure you don't know anything about him?"

"I just know that he just recently started going to Blackthorne."

"Do you know why?"

"He said it was classified." Zach sighed heavily, releasing me and running his hand through his dark hair. "What's going on, Zach?" I asked, touching his arm.

"Why do you think I wanted you to stay away from that guy?"

"Umm, jealousy?" I answered, asking it more than saying it.

Zach chuckled before putting his hand on my neck, raising my head so I was looking at him. "You think I would get that jealous, because of one guy?" He smirked and leaned in closer to me, whispering, "These guys have nothing on me," before kissing me.

"Don't be so cocky," I whispered back, punching his chest playfully. "It's not an attractive quality."

"It is to you," he replied, still wearing that dang smirk. Then, his mood swiftly changed back to serious as he cradled my cheek.

"What do you know?" I asked him, holding his forearm. Zach's eyes dropped to the ground. He remained silent. "Hey, you have to tell me. You said you'd answer any question I have, remember?" I said, reminding him of that night in the booth. "So," I began, asking once more. "What do you know?" Zach sighed, and began speaking.

"Not much, but I have a couple theories." I waited for him to continue, to explain these theories. "Josh wasn't in Town by coincidence. I think 'Chris' used him, knowing I would tell you to meet me if we didn't have much time together that afternoon."

"Why would he want us to meet?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "Maybe he.." I waited for him to continue. "Maybe he wanted to see how much you mean to me." I decided not to ask him how much I did mean to him. Not now, at least.

"What would he gain from that?"

"A weakness. My weakness." I wrapped my arms around Zach, hugging him in a warm embrace.

"Who do you think he's working for?" I whispered into his chest.

"The same people who killed my parents," he whispered, holding on to me tightly. "The Circle of Cavan."

I gasped. "I thought..aren't they dead?"

"They're still alive."

"What are we going to do?" I asked, looking into pools of green.

"What we were trained to do; what we were born to do. We're going to spy."