Here's another chapter guys. As an apology for being late with the last one. I also realise that the last chapter was my longest chapter yet. Go me!

Zach's POV

I was quite happy about taking some of the classes today, but I could tell my Cammie wasn't. I thought she was nervous and I knew she didn't really like speaking in front of other people but I was sure she'd be fine.

So we just walked, hand-in-hand to the sub-levels where we were going to speak to Joe's class straight after lunch.

When we got there, Cammie looked even more nervous as we sat on two stools that Joe had sat out for us as the girls filed into the room and took their seats.

When Joe came in, they all stopped whispering and staring at us and instead looked at him.

Joe walked to the front of the room and leaned on the edge of the desk as I'd seen him do countless times. I smiled a little bit at the memories.

"Right ladies. We have two guests with us today. They are going to talk to you about whatever they like, so be prepared to ask and answer questions." Joe said.

I grinned as Joe said "whatever they like" because that meant we could have some fun but I still didn't know what to talk about.

"I'll hand you over to them and let them introduce themselves properly."

I stood up when I realised that Cam wasn't going to go first. "Hello everyone. My name is Zach Goode. I work in the CIA deep cover branch and my code name is currently Blackthorne Boy." I smiled thinking about when Cam suggested that that be my official code name. Then Cammie stood up.

"Hi, I'm Cammie Morgan. I work in the CIA deep cover branch too and my code name is the Chameleon. My mother is also the headmistress here, in case you were wondering."

She seemed quite shy as she looked at me for help, so I decided to speak next, "Well, I think I'd like to talk to you today about starting work after graduating." I said, going down the route that Joe had suggested instead of thinking up something myself which I knew was going to make it harder for Cam but that was part of the fun.

I talked to them for about 15 minutes before I ran out of things to say on the subject and after a few questions I handed over to Cammie.

Cammie's POV

When Zach said that he was going to let me talk now, I still had no idea what I was going to talk about since Zach had stolen my fall back and pretty much covered all the bases.

I was really nervous as I said, "Well, I guess I'd like to know what you guys would like to hear about."

They seemed to contemplate that for a moment before a small brunette in the front row with blue eyes politely raised her hand.

"Yes?" I asked.

The girl also looked a bit nervous as she said, "Hi Agent Morgan, my name is Heather Thomson. I was wondering if you could tell us what it's like to be a really good pavement artist like you?"

I was slightly shocked that she knew I was a pavement artist, but I was sort of a legend at this school. This was something I could talk about, so I told them about being a pavement artist myself. When it was useful. When it wasn't. How to be a good one. How not to be a good one.

When I was done, Heather raised her hand again. I nodded to her and she said, "This is a question for both you and agent Goode." She nodded towards Zach then glanced down nervously. "Could you tell us what it's like to be targeted by a terrorist organisation?"

I could tell that the whole class had been waiting for someone to ask this as they all leaned forward, but I couldn't answer. The pain that the Circle of Cavan had caused me was still to fresh and I knew Zach felt the same way.

"We'd rather not talk about that." But before Zach could go any further, the bell rang.

Time Skip Two Classes Later

Mr Smith's class and Professor Buckingham's class went much the same way with the same uncomfortable questions.

I wasn't sure if I'd make it through Madame Dabney's class but thankfully, they seemed to have been told by the other classes, not to ask us those questions.

When we arrived, Madame Dabney made a fuss over seeing us again like I had expected. Then she allowed the class to ask us questions. What I really hadn't expected was for one of the senior boys from Blackthorne to look me straight in the eye and ask, "Are you single?"

The entire class stared at him in horror, including the other boys, myself and Madame Dabney. But Zach just walked over, wrapped his arm around my waist protectively and announced, "No, she's engaged."

Since this was Culture and Assimilation, Madame Dabney made an even bigger fuss and insisted we tell the class how Zach had proposed.

I quoted the whole thing verbatim and Madame Dabney seemed very pleased. She was tearing up along with a lot of the girls as she said, "I taught you both well. Zach that was a perfect proposal and Cammie, I completely understand why you were at a loss for words. I would have been too."

Even I was crying now as the bell rang once more and everyone headed down to dinner.

Well there you go. Not much going to be happening in the next month or so. Have a good time. I'll write as often as I can.

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P.S. I'm not going to give them problems. I can't bring myself to. This story is probably going to end at their wedding or honeymoon with an epilogue.

P.P.S. I'm considering writing a sequel. Tell me what you think.

P.P.P.S. Sorry for all the postscript