Okay. It's official. I have THE BEST reviewers ever. I'm about to go respond to some reviews after I write this, and all you Zammie lovers, read this. Yes Zammie will come back, probably. But I'm starting to kinda love Jordan more...I know! Don't kill me! But can you blame me? I'll try to make Zach more love able...but that would ruin him. So for a while There shall be Cardan, and then with a little Zammie mixed maybe Zammie at the end. I dunno. Let's cross that bridge when we get there.

Also, I don't actually know where this is going. I think my fingers are possessed and keep writing you guys chapters behind my back. This is a rugged plot line, but it's working out. I already have a sequel forming...

I saw that people like the name 'Cardan'. Me too! It's like Cayden, which is a little boy's name (I know a Cayden) and it's really cute, like Zammie. The name Zammie makes me think of IHOP (International House Of Pancakes, for all you poor non-Americans who miss out on it)...for some random reason...

I'd just like to inform you that this chapter was in fact inspired by grape juice and Secondhand Serenade. I've become obsessed with them lately. Yeah, it's that sad and dumb. I think I need to turn off my music, cause I can't concentrate, I only wanna sing.

~Cammie's POV~

There are a lot of things I've missed about the Gallagher Academy. One of them is not my mom's cooking. But after living in hostage care for about two months, I'll take her cooking over moldy bread any day. At least it's 'Made with love, and me in mind' instead of 'I wonder how long it'll take her to throw this up.'

"I'm glad your home, kiddo." my mom says again, smoothing my hair back from my face. It's just me, my mom, and my old roommates, all eating lunch together. Jordan should be in any second from showering and getting new clothes. I'm already clean and borrowing clothes from Macey, who forced me into them and used Dr. Fibs fast-healing cream to heal up all the cuts and bruises possible on me. When Bex, Liz, and Macey saw me they screamed and squeezed me a little to hard. Then Macey scolded my appearance, and they made me tell them everything. Jordan seems especially interesting to them. I wonder what they'll say when they actually see him...

I took another bite of my pasta and smile at her. (after I swallow, that sounded gross.)

The door opens and a fresh looking Jordan walks in. His black hair is messy and as glossy and thick as Macey's. He's wearing a plain dark green shirt, making his light eyes pop out. His jeans look comfortable and worn, then he has on purple and gray vans. Macey's eyes widen, Bex's jaw drops, and Liz audibly gasps. Jordan looks up innocently.

"What? Oh, did I interrupt a girl moment or something? I can leave...before it gets too akward. But, could I bring food with me? I think I could've been taller, but I didn't eat enough in my 'last stage of growing', according to some doctor lady at a barber shop in Minnesota. It sucks." Jordan says, stepping back akwardly.

"Oh, no, your perfectly fine." Macey says, flipping her hair over her shoulder dramatically. I take an uncomfortable sip of my drink.

"Cammie, what're you drinking? Blood?" Jordan says teasingly.

"Yup." I say, popping the 'p'. "Being a vampire has it's downsides occasionally, but the iced blood is just amazing." I say, holding up my grape juice, then taking a big gulp of it, probably unattractively.

Jordan only laughs and smiles wide at me. My mom brings him a plate of pasta and he sits down next to Liz, who squeaks almost silently.

"Um, you might want to pray before you eat that food." I warn him. With my mothers cooking, Lord knows what it could do to you.

"What do you mean?" Jordan looks at me, then my mom.

"Cameron doesn't appreciate my cooking. She thinks one day she'll drop dead after a bite of lasagna." My mom says, smiling lightly.

But Jordan does bow his head and he seems like he's praying, but I'm not sure if that's to humor me or if it means he's just Christian. He looks up and winks at me, then starts eating and talking to Bex about extreme fight scenes from the show 'Cops'.

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"I think you rigged a nice one, Cam." Bex tells me a few hours later, when we're all gathered in our guest room. Just like old times...

"Who?"

"Mr. Pretty-boy Jordan, Cammie. I approve of him. But - what about you and Zach?" Macey cuts in.

Hmm. Interesting question. "Well, maybe there could be a possibility of me and Zach in the future, but first I think he'll have to get back my trust. And Jordan does seem interesting... For now I might become a-"

"Social butterfly!" Liz interrupts me. Social butterfly...?

"I wouldn't describe it like that, but sure, I guess." I shrug.

Someone knocks on our door and Macey yells, "Come in!"

Zach and Jordan walk in, and I laugh a little. They don't seem like they get along too well.

I mean, think about it. Zach cheated on me in late December, and I got kidnapped early January. Now it's February, and we still haven't hashed things out. So he's my ex-boyfriend. Then Jordan is this new guy who was cheated on by the girl Zach cheated on me with, and Macey says we 'totally have some serious chemistry going on'. Whatever.

"Hello, boys." Bex say in a scarily dark tone. "We were just planning your deaths, won't you come in?" All our faces turn into shady, evil expressions.

Jordan looks slightly worried, but then wipes it off. "If only you guys were wearing purple, you'd be perfect Disney villains. I mean, most Disney villains aren't young and beautiful, but you cut it pretty close." We all blush, which surprises me. Macey and Bex don't blush that often.

I narrow my eyes and make my voice creepy like Bex's. "Flattery will get you nowhere, and our purple capes are at the dry cleaning. Sadly, our oompa loompa slaves all fell into horror/labor induced coma's and didn't do the laundry." This conversation is getting stupider by the second. Why am I doing this?

"If you don't do the laundry, you shall be severely punished." Bex holds up a pen threateningly. I crack up internally. "We have special things we can do to you. Right, Zachary?" She gives him a knowing, evil smile.

"Okay! This is stupid, so give it up guys. Bex, your messed up. Enough said. Jordan...I got what I deserved, for hurting Cammie, but I'm not going there. We came in to...talk. But it seems like you're not in the mood." He turns to go and I punch the air in victory. Jordan see's it and laughs.

Zach spins around, crosses the room to me, yanks me to my feet, and starts pulling me out the door. That is, until the scary bregade comes after him. Before I can even blink, Zach is pinned to the ground by Bex and macey, Liz is fussing at him in all different languages. Like saying three words in French, then switching to Swahili, then Korean.

While Jordan is behind me - right behind me - , holding me back away from the chaos.

"Viens, laisse aller. Celle a été étrange." Jordan says quietly to me in French, making a 'akward' face. He speaks French? Does he speak all the languages I do? I like how his voice sounds in French, deep and sweet.

"Je ne savais pas que tu parles français. Tout d'autres secrets? Et excuse mes amis. Ils ont des problèmes..." I reply as we start walking down the hallway together. I realize he has his hand lightly placed on my lower back, guiding me.

"Yep, je parle beaucoup de langues. Je dois être en mesure de. Secrets? Me? Pshh No... I comme si vous étiez amis. Ils sont drôles et sympathiques." He shrugs, then smiles.

For all of you who can't read French, just go and put our conversation in Google Translate, cause you didn't go to an elite spy school.

"So where'd you go to school?" I ask, dropping the whole French thing. I mean, there's really no use in it. Everyone here can still understand us, no matter what language we speak.

"Covenant Christian School. Pre-k to eighth grade. Then Campbell highschool for a year. I skipped a few times, then went to C.I.A. Why?" We turn into the tea room, and sit down on a very high-end couch.I knew it. He's Christian. The purity ring, and praying...I'm not stupid. HA. Wait...

"Wait, you didn't go to spy school?"

"No...I didn't need to." He says slowly.

"What? You need training. I've seen what you can do, and that couldn't have just been there one morning when you woke up. How did you do that?"

"My uncle's a spy. Shawn and I are cousins, you know that. He - my uncle - always said I was different, even though I went to a little Christian school in the most random place in the world most of my life." He stops, then shrugs again. "He taught Shawn and I everything he knows. I came up with some tricks of my own, too. Want to know who I looked up to? Who I wanted to be like? You're dad. He's an amazing spy. Never gets caught, never slips up." He gives me a look. He's talking about my dad in present tense, like he's okay. Not dead.

"My dad is dead, Jordan. Don't follow in his footsteps." I tell him quietly.

"But, Cammie, how do you know that? Everyone thought I was dead. And I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. What if he's still out there? A good spy always goes down fighting."

"I don't know that. But I do know that no one can replace my dad. They can never be as good." Jordan gently lifts my chin up to face him.

"I think you are. You're really, really good Cammie. Don't forget that."

"Thanks. Jordan, what about you're parents?" I ask, then feel bad about it. What if he saw them stabbed to death? Or they disappeared one summer...

My dad's a dentist. And my mom runs a diner near Smyrna. Right now, my parents think I'm getting a double major in Biomedical and Chemical engineering. They always knew I was smart, and that's why they think I went and attended Purdue college four years ago on a scholarship. I should be there a while, considering how many majors I'm 'doing'. Then I might switch and be a cop, to them. Live far away...work alot... can't always visit...you know."

Wow. Jordan's life is so...different than mine. He grew up in a normal home in a home-ey little town in the south, with mom's good cooking and perfect teeth. He probably practiced sparring with Shawn, pretending to be catching fireflies instead of beating the crap out of eachother. Or maybe they didn't even have to cover that up, just use the 'boy excuse'.

"What if you go on a mission one day, and, you know, don't come back?" I ask nervously.

Jordan easily takes my hand and starts tracing the lines on my palm, looking unconcerned. "If they get my body, I died in a car crash. Got hit by a drunk driver. I died instantly, and it was painless. If there's no body, I could always come back, so I went for a trip to the mountains. I've always loved hiking, always tried to be careful, but I got my self into trouble and couldn't save myself. I disappeared. Gone missing. That was my last excuse, and my parents will flip when they hear I'm alive. I couldn't get back, finally found help, and returned to college."

"Oh. Well, you didn't have to tell me all that, you know."

He looks up at me and smiles, then goes back to my palm. "I know. But I know just about everything about you, so you deserved that."

Then he stands up and sighs like he did the very first time I met him. Sarcastic and dramatic. "Well, this overload of dramatic emotion and spilling of guts is horrible to me, so I'll just go now and see you tomorrow. By the way, your friends are way ahead of you, with their fresh manicures and highlighted hair and make-up. Maybe you're going to cover up you're naturally pretty features with that stuff too, if you want. Just remember, I've seen you at what probably is your worst, and you looked fine, so getting all girl-ed up will only show how desperate you are for me." He winks at me and, surprising me, he kisses my forehead gently. "Night, Cammie." Then he walks out, grinning in a way that says 'my work for today is now done'.

Did Jordan just indirectly call me naturally beautiful?

Okay Zammie lovers, go ahead and shish-ke-bob me now, if you must. I'm going to put in Zammie! After some Cardan. Okay? But it will probably end with Zammie. Jordan is a minor love interest. I might change my mind, and do like they did with Mockingjay, but you never know.

I got this from Phoenix Fanatic's story:

Ten bucks says your legs are crossed, you're touching your left hand to your face, you're slouched over, or anything of those three in a combination. And if you're not doing any of those, you just blew me away.