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Cammie
He said the three magic words. I think my heart stopped beating twice. My mouth is hanging open. "Cam?" He nudges me with his elbow. "I love you too, Zach." I say, absolutely sure. "I love you." He smirks at me then smiles down, his eyes filled with love. "I know." He wraps his arms around, pulling me tighter. "No one can help but love me. I mean, who doesn't?" I whack his arm. "Way to ruin a moment!" He chuckles and I think I fell asleep.
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When I wake up, I am laying on something warm. An arm is wrapped around me, so low that if I move it's going to be on my butt. Not. Going. To. Happen. Someone breathes underneath; the person' chest rising up and down. My legs are tangled with the sheets and Zach's legs. I feel myt stomach rumble and I know that I'm hungry but I still feel too lazy to get up. So, once again, I close my eyes and let sleep take over me.
*half an hour later..*
The first that I register when I come to my senses is that something smells VERY good. Something tasty and very delicious. Waffles. I open my eyes and the first thing I realize is Zach isn't here anymore. The early morning light streams in soft rays at my window. I jump up and change into a grey hoodie and jeans before walking out the room where Zach sat on my table, eating pancakes. "Good morning!" And then, shoving another spoon on his mouth, "Eammph." He says, pushing the plate towards me. I sit down and start eating. The waffles are delicious. "So, um Zach.." I say, eyeing him. He stops eating and looks at me, swallowing. "Yes, Cam?" I look down and play with my fork. "It's already 7: 30. I have to be at the HQ by nine o' clock. Do you want me to go to the mission?" I ask. "Do you want us to go on that mission?" He stares at me for a very long moment, before looking down and sighing, placing his fork back on his plate."What DO you want?" What did I want? Yes. I wanted to go to that mission, very very much. A manhunt. I nod. He sighs again and I see him force a smile. "Well, as long as I'm there to make sure Forbes doesn't do anything to you, why not?" I feel my face lit up like a Christmas Tree. I rush over him, knocking his chair over, causing both of us to fall on the floor, me on top of him. I wrap my around him. "Thank you, Zach." I breathed, "Thank you." I feel him smile as he wraps his arms around. "Anything for you Cammie. Anything."
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"So, when does the mission start?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling badass. I mean, hey, I was going on a mission after successfully excecuting one! Doesn't that mean I'm a good spy? I looked tough outside but in the inside, I was prancing with joy. Zach, however, had a stoic expression. Chase was beaming at me. The Director looks up from the cluster of papers on his desk. "Tonight," he says, looking up at me, "You all start tonight."
Mission status:
Time: 1456 hours
Operatives are currently inside a hair salon, getting themselves prepared for their cover. Operative Goode keeps complaining that he doesn't want his hair to be dyed because ("My hair will lose it's perfectness.) Operative Forbes hasn't stopped smirking since they entered the salon (which was since 1243 hours) and Operative Morgan is starting to get annoyed.
My once dish blonde hair is gone. It's replaced by delicate blue waves that fall at my chest and my eyes are no longer blue. They are a striking, brilliant purple. Since Lia is a fashionista, they replaced my wardrobe completely. From jeans to skirts, shirts to blouses, simple summer dresses into cocktail gowns and my Chucks into high heels and sandals. I am a spy, I can do this. I have to keep reminding myself that I've done things much worse than this. By the time we leave the salon, Zach's dark brown hair is completely black. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a white shirt, jeans and Doc Martens. Can I say something? HOT. Chase's black hair is dyed blonde. He's wearing a green shirt that compliments his now green eyes (they were blue), jeans and Chucks. And me? I entered the salon wearing a loose black shirt, jeans and Chucks. I leave the dressing room wearing knee-high black leather boots, shorts, a black top and a brown trench coat. My make-up is perfection: smoky eyeshadow and full red lips. I'm wearing shades and I'll admit that I'm feeling badass. "Wow." Zach lets out a long whistle and Chase applauds when they see me. "You look great Gallagher Girl." I raise and eyebrow and put my shades down, very lightly. And for the first time in forever, I know how it feels to be this good-looking. Cockily, I say. "I know." They shake their heads at me. "Oh, I'm not Gallagher Girl." I say walking forward, hearing the heels of my boots at the floor. "My name is Lia Stars. I'm a twenty-three-year-old girl who's the daughter of the CEO of La Belle Fashion Company. And I will ruin you if you mess up my clothes." Zach and Chase's jaws are slack. Zach smiles a really geniune smile at me. "Well, at least you're living up your cover." He says. I smile at him. And I feel as if we're the only two people here when I hear Chase say, "You do know what's going to be your cover right?" He asks. I sigh, plopping down on the couch. "Of course I do. " And I did. I knew that the real Lia Stars was in Asia, doing her thing. And well, she's the daughter of the CEO right? Who didn't say that La Belle Fashion Company isn't a company showing off the best designs in the world? Who told you that the real Lia Stars wasn't a ramp model? No one. So yeah, good luck Cammie.
A/N: Helloooo! Long time, no update, yeah? I'm so excited for Divergent, are you? Oh sorry for the late update. School is crazy. But anyway, I've got good news! School is over for me! So if you can reach the desired number of reviews then I'll prbably update everyday, at the very least! Oh, the next chap starts the mission! What do ya think about this one? Update for 165 reviews, yeah? Love ya pretties!
-Love,Tris