Hey guys, sorry for the wait! I've been grounded from my computer for like the past two weeks. Right now I'm on my mom's computer while she's at the store, so this is a big risk.

I hope this is worth it. Short, sorry!

Disclaimer- *Disclaimed*

I stared at Macey, stunned. I opened my mouth, and then closed it after no words came out. My head spun much like the feeling earlier today in the gym. Bex shoots up from her fetal, half-sleeping position on the table.

"That explains everything!" She whisper-yells. "The secret looks, the flirty banter, the mercy he gave you today! Cam, he likes you!" She looks at Macey for approval.

"Who knows, he's a guy. But," She smirked, leaning closer. "There is defiantly something there." I so did not agree with her.

"I've barely said four words to the guy, beat his ass, left some harsh bruises, and threatened his manhood more than once. There is no 'Looks', no 'Flirty Banter', There is No. Possible. Way." Bex rolls her eyes and I huff. Her dark eyes the fix on a figure behind me.

"Look perky, cocky bastard. 10 o'clock." She mumbles to me, and Tina, who was sitting farther up the table, nearly tackles the after-for-mentioned spy.

"Hi Zach, It's so nice of you to joins us! I bet you're wondering if I'm okay. Well Marcus does hit hard. I noticed you watching me, I mean who couldn't, but it's the thought that counts." She finishes her drawl with an excessive bat of her eyelashes. He doesn't look fazed.

"I'm glad your okay, he does hit hard, after being on the receiving end of many of his punches." His face is smooth, impassive, except a slight twitch of his left eye. He's lying, Marcus is a big wimp. Tina rambles on, running her hands up and down his chest, biting her lip, and giggling. I silently simmer in my seat. So this is what highly trained spy girls have come to, practically melting into a puddle of spy-in-training goo with one glance from some guy (No matter how Goo-Reducing said boy's are.)

I couldn't take another second of this torture. Sure give me twenty trained men-in-black assassins, go ahead and dangle me over a pit of bubbling green acid tied to nothing thinker than thread, sure, I don't even bat an eye, but when it comes to Tina's constant blathering, I can't stand it. I swear I can feel myself loosing brain cells.

"Tina, do us a favor, and go find somewhere else to rape him. Somewhere, I don't know, more private than the place we eat. Some of us don't want to see you stripping down into your bra and underwear, no matter what Goode says." I say, standing up abruptly and stalking over to the trashcan, hearing the howls of laughter at my snap. I furiously dump my food, and feel a presence behind me.

"Jealous?" The deep voice of none other than Zachary Asshole Goode asks.

"Not at all. One can only take so much fawning at one meal." He laughs, a deep vibration running through him. I turn to meet his Extremely-Goo-Reducing emerald eyes. Bad Cammie. Very Bad Cammie.

"Face it, your jealous." I stop, already in the midst of the mass of students leaving the Great Hall.

"In your dreams, Goode." He smirks, like he has something over me.

"Of course you are," He whispers suggestively in my ear and I feel them go pink.

"Get over yourself Goode." I mumble before slipping into the crowd, like only I can.

"Not. A. Word." I hiss to the audience of my roommates, who were all smirking at me.

Sorry so short, I'm afraid of getting caught!

Update as soon as I get my computer back!

Byyyyyeeee