k so before u read, just letting u no that i posted a clique fanfic-prob just a one-shot. BUT PLEEEEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER!! because i am having a shortage of those and thats not good if u wanna keep the chapters coming!!!!!

"You."
That was all I managed to sputter disgustedly as I stared into the eyes of the man who had made my life so miserable. Made my tears so many.
But why Bex's dad? Why did it have to be him? Ya, it had been kinda suspicious that Bex's parents were always away and she was constantly spending school breaks with Grandma and Grandpa Morgan, but...they had, had my dad? Zach's parents?...ALL this time?
The moment was a whirl. A complete blur.
Nothing was comprehendable and all of a sudden as I looked at Mr. Baxter, the resemblance to his daughter span into Bex herself. I saw her laughing. Her caramel eyes were squinted with happiness and her smile shone bright and luminously.
I hated her. Her father. I hated everyone.
Suddenly, the image disappeard, and I was looking into the eyes of an angry man once again.
"Seems like we have visitors," he said. He didn't even bother to hide the evilness in his tone.
"It was YOU," I said, finally. I was choking on my tears and my words came out choppy.
By now, Zach has stopped wincing. His face was just blank.
"C-cammie? You KNOW him?," he asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, but didn't avert my gaze from Mr. Baxter.
"Aaaaaaah, Mr. Goode. A pleasure to meet you at last," Mr. Baxter said as he extended his hand to Zach's.
Zach narrowed his eyes and shook his head, angrily.
"Bring us to our parents," he demanded coolly.
Mr. Baxter only cackled. A cruel cackle.
I felt like I was in a nightmare. A cold, black, never-ending nightmare.
Mom?
I could SERIOUSLY use your help right now.
But my mother wasn't coming. She was too scared. Too wimpy. Too nervous to face Mr. Baxter even to SAVE HER HUSBAND'S LIFE.
Oh my gosh. Wait. My mom had known. My mom had known the entire time....that it was Bex's dad.
Way to keep a secret, mom. Really. Maybe it would have been nice to know not to befriend the enemy?
But one second....
What was it my mother had told me?
"Never judge a spy by what they had done in the past...by what someone they knew had done...someone they loved had done." So that wasn't just random. My mother knew there would come a day where I would know. Huh.
Her words echoed in my head. Over and over. And then I knew it.
I loved Bex. Still. Even after seeing her face within the wrinkles of her own father's. Within the wrinkles of the man who had ruined my life.
I WASN'T gonna judge her by her cover. I wasn't. (**Hence the title of this story! :-) )
Mr. Baxter's voice cut off my thoughts.
"You see, Mr. Goode. I would do that. I really would. But that would ruin my plan. So I think I will keep you and Miss Morgan here until I feel is necessary. Good day," he siad, and snapped his fingers at the men that stood on either side of him. They shuffled over to us and grabbed our arms.
I heard Zach breathing hard next to me. The sound of the exhaling breaths through his nose read ANGER. Lack of toleration. Lack of patience.
"COME BAAACK!!!!!," he shouted. The echos of Zach's furious cries bounced off the metal walls. He panted.
Mr. Baxter slowly turned on his heel, raising a black bushy eyebrow.
"Do you need something, Mr. Goode?," he asked, calmly.
Zach grinded his teeth together and held the bar that confined him down tightly, the rims of his knuckles turning a dangerous shade of red.
Then his eyes went downcast and his panting slowed down.
"No," he said, quietly. "Nothing."
There was a moment of silence. Drentched, heavy silence.
Then Mr. Baxter twiddled his fingers together and said, " Very well, then. Good. I'll be seeing you."
The doors slammed shut behind him, and four men released us, leading us to a white door in the corner.
"Stay right here.," one of them ordered, and they strapped us in with some more metal. Gosh. No shortage of metal here, really.
So there we were.
Tied to two metal (suprised?) back to back chairs, heavy ropes fighting against our circulation.
Zach hung his head.
I sighed.
"So......?"
I dared to break the silence.
Zach said nothing.
Because we both knew it, and ddin't want to admit it.
We had failed. In a bad, bad way.