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"Let's do this." Bex yelled at me as I stepped on to the lawn in front of the house. "Come on, I'll go easy on you." She smirked; I could already tell that she had no intention of sticking to her word. I was about to get pummelled until my blood was thoroughly mixed in to the soil. This was going to be fun! "Hold your arms out, in a ready position." She smiled, albeit evilly, and then said, "Take a swing at me."

I was concerned for my limbs – I really did want to keep them attached to my body. "Come on." She tried to tempt me in to it and when that didn't work she brought out the insults. "I bet you hit like a little girl." Still not going to work, (because in all fairness, I probably did – hit like a girl, I mean!)

"I like my face exactly the way it is, thank you." I smiled and then she took a swing at me, which was a low blow. I just about avoided her arm and then dodged out of the way as she tried to roundhouse kick me. "Bex, be realistic. How am I supposed to fight an amazing fighter like you?" I asked and she smiled.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear Cameron." She smirked as her fist came in to contact with my face. I immediately took a whack and her exposed side and she doubled over. "Bloody hell, Cam." She looked at me approvingly, please let this be over! I begged, but I was having no luck today.

We carried on fighting for another hour, and then Bex's pace finally slowed down. "I'll give you twenty minutes before you have your lesson with Grant," she paused. "And Zach." She tacked on to the end, making my groan.

"You don't have any bullet proof helmets do you?" I asked and she sighed.

"He won't hurt you." She smirked as she followed me inside. I was slightly limping as Bex skipped along happily. "Other wise, I will kill him." She smiled and I pulled the freezer open.

I slammed an icepack on to my bruised leg and propped it up on the table in front of me. "Ahh." I sighed when the coolness released the knots in my muscles. Fighting with Bex was not only painful, but it was EXTREMILY scary.

"It's going to get better." She said and then she pulled me up.

"HEY!" I yelled and she laughed as she pulled me to my room. "I thought I got twenty minutes."

"You do, but you have to get changed. You look like a mess." She handed me a pair of Khaki trousers and a black cami. "Ok." She said and then walked out.

At least this lesson can't be worse than getting beaten to a pulp. I felt like I had just been put in to a blender, not that I knew what that felt like – but I imagined it felt something like how I was feeling now.

I grabbed a button down shirt and slipped that on as I walked out in to the living room. Grabbing the fallen icepack and holding it to my face I looked around. As soon as I had parked my bum on a stool I was being pulled to my feet and out of the door.

Grant grabbed the ice pack and shoved it back in the freezer, "You might need it later after Zach's done with you." He smirked and then turned to pull me out of the door.

Grant pulled me around the corner, to where Zach was waiting. The outhouse was the abandoned building at the end of the garden and had been set up with moving targets. This was going to be fun – well, for him anyway.

He held up a Glock 19 – they type of guns that most law enforcers carry – and my face paled. He smirked. This was not going to be fun.

"Catch." He said and he threw it to me. It didn't look like I was going to move, so Grant put out his hand and caught it easily. "It's not loaded." He said and I smirked.

"Don't think I could handle it." I asked.

He answered, "Not really."

"It was a statement, not a question." I growled and he smirked before turning from me, I raised my eyebrows and then walked towards the outhouse doors. "Aren't you coming?" I asked without turning around and I heard his footsteps following me.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Grant asked me and I shrugged, who was I kidding?

"Is that a yes or a no?" Zach asked me and I smirked.

"Put the bullets in it." I said and I handed him the gun back. He loaded it and then handed it to me.

I had no flipping idea what I was doing! I just hope that I could at least get it somewhere on the target, I tried to channel the confidence from wherever it was hidden. Let me tell you, it did how work. AT ALL!

This was going to be a horrific scene that I hoped that I could have avoided, but what fun would that be?

"Are you going to shoot?" Zach asked, I was just standing there with my hands raised in front of me. The gun on target, but my fingers unwilling to pull the trigger.

Zach POV

She didn't have a clue what she was doing, I internally smirked. Grant had walked out, said that he was going to find Bex and so it was only me and her. I laughed and she straightened her back, trying to look like she knew exactly what she was doing.

I walked up to her and placed my hand over hers on the gun. Messing with her was going to be fun; I had no idea why I hated her so much. There was just something about her that made me angry; it was like if I let her in she would be able to see straight through me.

And there was also the fact that she almost got us both killed.

She shivered as my arms wound around her, holding on to the gun and slightly pressing the trigger down. I felt her fingers move slightly and then I was watching the bullet soar out of the end on the gun. The shell dropped on to the floor at our feet and I moved away from her.

She shivered again and I had to suppress the laugh that wanted to cascade from my mouth. "You had no idea what you were doing." I stated and she sighed.

"What do you want from me Zach?" she asked and I looked in to her eyes. "Do you want me to get on my knees and apologize for what I did?" that would be very nice I thought, but didn't say, because that was probably not what she wanted to hear. Emotional girls were not my thing, and I really couldn't deal with a crying girl. That would just be awkward for both of us. "Because as far as I'm concerned," she started and her eyebrows knitted together. "Hell would have to freeze over before I even considered apologizing." She turned, placing the gun gently on the floor.

"Even if hell did freeze over it would still be less frigid than you." I said and she turned.

"At least I'm not a cold hearted jerk," she paused, looking at the ceiling as she said, "Didn't you ever think about what I was going through."

"Oh, here comes the speech from the spoiled little brat." I said even though my brain was telling me to keep quiet, these insults were flowing free. "Oh my life is so fricking hard, I have everything I could ever want. I have people risking their lives for me, but I still want more."

"I can't go home, I don't know where my parents are, you hate my guts." She screamed and I laughed – what, it just slipped out. "I didn't ask you to do this." She stated and I felt my eyebrows rise.

"I couldn't give a damn about what you want. I am doing my job!" I yelled back and she just turned around.

"I know you don't give a damn, but you don't have to make my life hell too." She took a step away from me, "And just so you know, I wish you would just go and die in a hole somewhere, it would make my life so much easier."

I followed her with my eyes and when she was gone I turned and smashed my head on the wall. Why the hell did I just do that? I'm never going to hear the end of this.

I hope that I did an ok job on Zach's POV. If it sucks tell me and I can try to make it better, remember to hit the little button and review so I know what you are thinking :) the more reviews the better the story! And if you asked if there will be any Zammie – wait and see!