A/N: I'M BAAACCCKKKK! AND ALIVE ;D I'M SOOOOO PROUD I DIDN'T DIE ON THE DofE EXPEDITION, WE WALKED 27km with a 15kilo rucksack! So proud. But I'm so sorry for taking a long time to review but life has been hectic.

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WARNING: swearing

PREVIOUSLY ON THE REAL ME:

I clicked on the file and the Mission Objective, 4 simple words, made my breathe catch.

Capture Cameron Ann Morgan.

I soon felt anger coursing through my veins with renowned rage. I wanted revenge and I vowed to myself that I was going to get it. Even if it was the last thing I did.

Guess I'm going on my own private little mission.

Chapter

That night I went to bed with more questions than answers but I knew without a shadow of doubt that Zachary Goode was not one of the good guys. In a sense, I felt more detached to him; I was willing to move on from the initial shock that had plagued my mind the last couple of days and set sight on getting revenge on Zach for messing with me. Because no one messes with a Gallagher Girl and gets away with. Especially, not this Gallagher Girl.

Despite the strength of my spy side, I was still a teenage girl and the rejection was still hard to accept. I needed to talk to someone about it and I highly doubted that Ryan would be willing to sit down with me to have a heart to heart conversation exchanging our emotions and feelings. To be honest he would probably laugh and tell me to suck it up, which I would do too if I were in his position.

But I'm not, so I'm going to accept the choice of staying bed and sleeping my tears and worries away.

I woke up at noon due to my rumbling stomach and dragged my sleepy self down to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I opened up the fridge, searching for any ingredients that I could use to make lunch when I spotted some left over pasta. It looked decent enough and so I heated it in the microwave and carried it back up to my room to eat.

As I was eating my delicious pasta I saw a remote control near the bed and reached for it to see what it would do. A button TV was written on it, which was confusing as there was no TV in the room. But I clicked it anyway and soon a strange buzzing could be heard.

What the hell is that?

I frantically looked around the room to find that at the foot of my bed a black, rectangular object was rising up. I was seriously freaked and scrambled to the furthest corner of the bed, clutching my pasta to my chest.

It took a few more seconds for the whole thing to surface and it was then that I realised how stupidly paranoid I was.

It was a bloody TV!

I felt rather pathetic but that only lasted a few seconds as I reached for the remote and started to flip through the channels on the TV.

I settled on watching Arrow, a show about a billionaire turned vigilante, correcting the cities crime. I loved that show and for the rest of the afternoon I sat there watching re-runs of the first half of season 1.

The last episode to feature on TV was Episode 18: Salvation. I'd have to say it was the best episode and my opinion would have nothing to do with the fact that Colton Haynes was in it.

Erm. Can I say hawt? Or what?

After that Arrow marathon, I decided to switch off the TV. For a few seconds I sat in blissful silence, my mind blank and my body relaxed. But that only lasted a few seconds before my mind was plagued about Zach, betrayal and revenge.

I got out of bed and walked to my wardrobe. I needed a distraction so I decided to review the outfit I was to wear to the ball; it was a simple yet beautiful dress. As I was pressing the silky fabric through my fingers, I felt a sharp sting on my index finger.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

After examining what seemed like a paper cut on my finger, I looked cautiously at the dress.

I knew these things were evil!

There was a white card poking out of the sleeve of the navy blue dress and I picked it up. One side was blank so I flipped it over to the other side to find a message.

Hey Hon! If there's anything you need, no matter how small give me a ring! See ya soon, doll!

~Harriett xox

07838745876

She thinks of everything and anything, doesn't she?

Her calligraphy seemed to match her personality and style; elegant, sophisticated and ever so slightly organised. And I was very thankful of her organisation.

I still felt as though I needed to talk to someone and she had very conveniently left her mobile number. I grabbed the Blackberry I'd taken yesterday and punched the numbers into the phone with haste and waited for her to pick up.

"Harriett here," She picked up after the first ring.

"Hey. It's me Cammie."

"Cammie! Hey, how's it going?" Harriett asked in a cheerful tone.

"Terrible," I have no idea what made me be so honest.

"Aww, hon. I'm all ears if you wanna talk," I seriously loved Harriett!

"You know how I got nearly kidnapped?"

"Yeah…"

"Well turns out the guy who kidnapped me was my boyfriend…err…ex-boyfriend," I said in a soft tone.

"Babe, that sucks," Harriett sympathised.

"And you know what?"

"What?"

"All the time that we dated, it was all a joke to him. It was a fucking Honeypot," I could here the betrayal and anger in my own voice.

"Damn! That double sucks!"

"I know right! I'm so angry at the moment that I literally want to rip his face off and shove it up his ass. But I can't 'coz I don't even know where the hell he is!"

"You know what I did when I found out my boyfriend of 2 years had cheated on me?"

"What?" I was curious to hear what she had to say.

"I stormed over to his house. Trashed the bloody place while he was at work and when he came home, boy was he in for a surprise! I stormed up to him, punched him until his face was black and blue and stomped hard on his balls with my 6 inch stilettos," I cringed at this- I may not be a dude but I understood that that damn well hurts, "Then I stormed out the place. Ever since then, boys have got the message not to mess with me," Harriett stated proudly.

"You go girl! I seriously wish I could do the same but he's just so damn cryptic I know next to nothing about him," I exclaimed in frustration.

"That's the thing about girls. We hold grudges. So my advice would be to forget about the whole thing, let it slide, get on with your life. That is until you see the guy again and that's when you bring out all your inner rage and show him who's boss."

"Thanks Harriett!"

"No problamo! But do you mind me asking who the doomed guy is?" Harriett asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Zachary Goode." There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

"You know what? Next time you see him, you beat him up for the both of us, alright?"

"May I ask why? Not that I have a problem with it of course."

"Let's just say he beat up my cousin, who happens to be a year younger than him, in cruel cold blood," Harriett said with a tone full of hatred.

"I'll beat him up for the three of us," I stated with more confidence than I actually felt.

"That's my girl. I gotta get going so I'll talk to you later?"

"Bye Haz," I said in a slightly sad tone.

"Cya! Keep your head up princess, or your tiara will fall! Oh and don't stress, it's bad for your skin and whatnot," I could hear her wink over the phone.

I clicked end call.

Oh, I'm gonna get you Zachary Goode. And you won't know what hit you.

A/N: Btw I don't think that the phone number that I put up there was real so if it is I don't own it, I guess and it's purely coincedental (is that how you spell it?!)

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