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"Say cheese!" My mom snapped another picture of Megan and I at my dorm house before we met up with some other girls at the gardens on campus to take more pictures with our sorority sisters. My mom insisted on coming to D.C. in the evening to take pictures of me because I never had the typical homecoming and prom dance experience in high school. Dad was standing just behind Mom, beaming at how cheesy she was being but she cared about being there for me and that's all that mattered.

"Alright girls! You have fun tonight! Be careful!" then mom gave me a hug and hopped into the car with dad to go get dinner in D.C. then drive back home for the night.

Megan and I were about to walk across campus to where we were meeting the others for pictures and then eventually get onto the bus to take us to the formal.

"Oh crap, hold on, I need to run inside for my school ID, they won't let me into the dance with out it." Megan said. So, we made our way back into our little rancher on campus and I grabbed my small clutch off the kitchen counter, I wasn't going to bring it, but I felt my lips getting dry with the lipstick soaking into my lips. Better have the lip gloss with me in case. While Megan walked to the back of the small rancher into her room, I heard a car pull up into the parking spaced in front of the house. I don't remember telling any of our friends to meet us at our house but maybe Megan did so we could all walk together?

I walked to the front door, I opened the white wooden door and stared at a familiar face through the clear glass storm door on the outside.

It was Zach.

"What are you doing here?" I asked through the clear storm door.

He waved my navy blue notebook in his hand.

My high heels made me closer to Zach's height, I only had to tip up my chin slightly to meet his eyes. He looked tired, bigger, and tougher somehow. I opened the clear storm door and Zach stepped into my house and the door slammed behind him.

"Cammie, who is there-" Megan walked up the hall way from her bed room into the open area of our small living room set up right by the small dining table….right by the front door. "Uh…I'm going to go back in my room to give you guys a minute…"

I turned to Megan, "Do you want to go ahead to the gardens and I'll meet you there?"

"Are you sure? I can wait, even in my room or on the front porch or even by the bench at the entrance of our area?"

"Meggie its okay, I'll meet you at the gardens." I gave her a smile of reassurance. She shot me a concerned look back and pointed to her cell phone. I nodded. I will text or call her if I needed her back up or her in general.

Zach side stepped away from the front door, to let Megan pass. She shot him a dirty look and walked out the door.

I was relieved that I had my sketches back but there was so many mixed emotions, the confusion and the rush of seeing Zach again.

"I came to see you. To talk. Yes." Zach sounded the same, rich, deep voice, with a hint of nerves this time.

I blinked at hearing him again in person.

"You look so….so great." Zach said as he looked me up in down, I had my hair and make up done and I was in a short, black, lacy dress with black high heels. And dammit I know I looked good tonight.

"Thanks, tonight is my winter formal." I gestured down at my dress.

Zach raised an eyebrow in question, "Winter formal?"

"I'm in a sorority."

"Oh." Zach paused then asked, "Your date?" he clipped those words out.

"My sorority sisters."

It was so weird, so surreal to see him. Zach seemed to glow, there was something over the top about him. Even in his black pants and white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to this mid forearm, no one could mistake him as someone without some sort of famous title. Something marked him as more than just an average guy.

"Do you want to sit?" I asked as I nodded my head towards the couches. I had a full size, three cushion couch and then a two seater love seat couch next to the big one. Zach sat at the three cushion couch and I leaned against the wall that opened up to the short hallway towards the bed rooms and stared at him.

Zach's eyes looked at the navy notebook in my hands, folded under my arm, resting by my arm pit. "Ashley told me you were recording notes in the notebook for tabloids in it."

I felt myself stiffen, but I stayed leaning against the wall. If he came here to waste my time I might as well tell Megan to stop walking to the gardens and wait up for me.

"And you believed Ashley?"

"No. I don't know. I remembered how you'd never let me see what was in your notebook and I wondered."

I looked at Zach carefully, his jar was tight and his eyes were intense. "Then I looked inside."

My eyes widened, I winced and I felt my face flushing.

"They're not notes. So Ashley lied." Zach ran a hand through his hair. "I know I could have mailed you the notebook, but I wanted to see you. Talk to you."

I set my clutch and the note book on the kitchen peninsula counter that was near me. I twisted my fingers together, it was easier to look at my French manicure than his face. "It has been months. You believe me now?"

"I want to know what happened. I want to listen." His hands opened, palms against his knees. "I want to know about the pills that were in your bag, about the paparazzi, and why they were always showing up when you and I were alone."

I knew this was a big deal to ask for a truthful explanation, after his mom played with his idea of trust his whole life, after his agent jerked him around, after Garrett his used to be best friend in the "real world" let something slip that blew out of proportion. I pressed my hand to my forehead, "You…" I got cut off by my phone ringing. It was Megan, who had always believed me unlike Zach. I shot Zach a somewhat apologetic look and answered the phone.

"Cammie, bus leaves in twenty minutes. Where are you?" Megan asked through my phone.

"At the house, uh, I'll walk over there now."

"Okay! I'll see you in a few. Please be careful." And then the call ended.

I let out a long sigh and grabbed my clutch off the counter. "I should head to the garden and get on my bus. I signed up for sober duty tonight at the formal. I can't not go." I started to make my way to the front door, Zach stood from the couch and grabbed my wrist.

His warm rough fingers started making slight movements on my wrist, I closed my eyes for a second and turned towards him. "We need to talk and I'm scheduled to be in Los Angles tomorrow. We're shooting a promo spot for the movie. I should really be there now."

His schedule stiffened my resolve. I knew all about important Hollywood meetings, the shitty part is they usually come first. I shook his hand off my wrist, "Sorry, I'm not letting my friends, my sisters, down." I reached for my keys to unlock my door once I got back from the formal.

"Take me with you."

His words stopped me. I turned to him, eyebrows raised and I felt my eyes widen. Uh take Zach Goode to a sorority formal? I didn't know how to address that astonishing proposal, so I started with the most obvious. "You're famous. And the…um…well..you know the trailer came out."

Zach took a stop toward me and reached for my wrist again, his thumb rubbing against my wrist, "Yeah, I've seen it."

I tried to pull my arm free but Zach took another step closer, so I said "Your appearance would probably cause drama." I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, a text from Megan in all caps said "15 MINUTES. GET YOU ASS IN GEAR, MISS SOBER DUTY - MANDATORY ATTENDANCE."

Zach slid his hand to the upper part of my arm, "You can handle tabloid reporters and crazy directors. You can handle some college girls." His voice then deepened, "I have to talk to you."

"No." I said as I walked out my front door, Zach still holding tight to my wrist.

"Please, we have to talk, and if you don't get me into that formal I'm sure someone else would let me in."

I stepped in really close and look him in the eyes. The sun was starting to set, illuminating his blue eyes with a golden hue, I searched his eyes for his intent but I didn't have to look hard. Working with him most of the summer told me how much he liked to get his way. And as stubborn as he is, he'd do it.

"Okay, no scene at the dance. If you go, we call a truce, and we'll talk after."

Zach nodded and clasped my hand. I tried to jerk out of his grip but he tightened his hold. "Let me grab a jacket." Zach walked over to a black Porsche sedan with tinted windows, parked next to my car, he opened the passenger seat and frowned. He shut the door and opened the back-passenger seat and pulled out a burgundy blazer.

"You always have a suit jacket with you?" I asked.

"Well, I never know when I have to do something and I had an interview earlier so, I had the blazer and a tie on earlier and left and came here." Zach reached into the chest pocket of his blazer and pulled out a burgundy and black tie to match the blazer and his black slacks.

Zach walked next to me across campus, while tying his tie around his neck as we made our way to the garden where the school's coach bus was parked by. Megan and two of our sorority sisters were standing outside the bus waiting for me. Megan's eyes about popped out of her head when she saw me walk up with Zach.

In a rushed voice I said, "Zach showed and called a temporary truce. I'm bringing him."

Megan's jaw dropped, our other two friend's jaw's dropped. Megan didn't have time to question any further or get out a snippy comment when Zach grabbed my hand and smiled his move star smile, "Hi, I'm Zach." He said to the two girls next to Megan.

I get it, Zach was hot, he was the shit, but I didn't let the whole hot and famous thing faze me this past summer, because once he became a real person to me I just saw him as Zach, not a famous star. We shared a little secret of being a spy but he was just Zach to me. I mean I'll silently admit to myself that not seeing him for so long then having him in front of me all dressed up, yeah he was movie star handsome.

As we climbed onto the coach bus and got seated Zach said, "I went to a strict military private school growing up, I have never been to a proper school dance before." Zach slipped out a little white lie about Blackthorne, but only Megan and I knew that was a lie. The other two girls around us ate that lie up.

"Well, it will be normal until people realize who you are." Megan said.

I tensed up, I turned to Zach, sitting to my right, "Everyone will have a cellphone." I warned.

Zach shrugged, "Probably."

I looked down at my lap, and Zach nudged me with his shoulder, "It's okay though, I got you with me. I want you with me."

Once we got to the venue, we all took some photos by a fake vine wall that had our Greek letters in neon lights. More people joined in with us, and we walked and talked but Zach stayed back with me. Everyone was so absorbed in their photos and dates that everyone just accepted Zach as my date. Zach pulled me really close as a bunch of us huddled together to take a large group picture by the Greek letters. I whispered into Zach's ear, "You're good at the truce. Are you acting?"

Zach slid a hand to my face and put his lips to my ear and whispered back, "No, this is fun. Your friends are cool."

"Hm I know they are."

"If I wasn't nice you'd probably kick me out and made me walk back to my car."

"I would."

After the group picture was finally agreed upon that it looked good, we broke apart and some of the girls and their dates made their way to the bar, we followed some we were in conversation with but neither Zach or I got a drink.

I was worried that Zach may bring up our argument as we talked around standing table in the back corner, but he didn't. He seemed to just want to hang out with some of the people I knew at school and the friends I had made from the sorority. Most of them were uh, normal, as in not spies, but that was okay, Zach didn't have to try to be some famous hot shot or a secret spy. He just got to be Zach. He danced, he laughed, he drank the strawberry punch just like everyone else, except his wasn't spiked and almost everyone else's was. I am kind of glad he isn't a big drinker, because neither am I, not that I was allowed to be under the school's spy contract, but I wasn't super into it, but that didn't stop me from hanging around everyone that is. And I'm glad Zach feels the same way.

The evening was actually super fun, and it made it even better that it was almost too dark for anyone, even sober friends, to figure out who Zach was. And my friends who did figure out who he was were respectful enough to be quiet about it.

The DJ said something about taking things slow now and started to play the main slow song from the movie, the one I faked walked down the isle to. I sucked in a breath and stiffened, I know they were going to play this song. It was way too popular not to, but the music sounded bittersweet. My gaze swung to Zach. Zach stood and cocked an eyebrow at me, he raised his hand palm up to me, "That's our song." He led me to the dance floor in one of those rare perfect moments.

I lifted my head my head up, my eyes were glistening, and I let him pull me into a two-step position. Zach smiled and put my hand around his neck and his around my waist.

My right hand touched the back of my hair, and I toyed with the ends of his hair, my left hand squeezed his hand. He was disobeying my request about making a scene, but in the sweetest way possible. I closed my eyes, embracing the exquisite moment.

"Cammie, what are you doing?" one of my sorority sisters asked me. She just stared at Zach, and then back at me. The flash of a cell phone lit the dance floor, the second flash went off. A whisper reached them, more cameras flashed, and whispers got louder. That was when I knew the dance had to end, I closed my eyes and leaned against his chest, wanting just one more perfect second.

Then as the song changed, I took his hand, "Zach, we need to run."

We ran outside the venue and made our way down the sidewalk, far enough away no one would be behind us. "Shit" I said in a heavy breath. "I cannot believe I ran out of there in heels."

"I can't believe you ran that fast in heels that tall." Zach said as he slowed his pace.

"I'm sorry, I will say in all fairness, I said this would probably happen."

"And even though it was a little invasive, I'm glad it was with you."

I paused before saying anything back to him, because now that the dance was over it meant the truce was over too. "Uh come on, lets walk back to school."

"You're going to kill your feet walking in D.C. in those heels."

"Well, there really isn't a great metro stop near here and school sooo, we gotta walk."

"Okay, come here, I can carry you on my back."

"Zach its okay." I looked away from him, I know he still didn't fully trust me, but him being nice and flirty just is a sad reminded of what we once had, and now I'm starting to get upset at what is about to happen.

We had a quick silent walk back to my dorm house, I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. Zach followed me into my bed room and I finally had the chance to take my heels off. Zach sat on the edge of my bed. "Cam, about the-"

"Wait, I want one more minute." I slipped onto his lap and straddled him, I put my arms around his neck and I leaded forward, giving him a soft, sweet kiss. His mouth felt so familiar, and warm, he tasted like sweet strawberry punch. "Thanks for the dance." I said when I pulled away some.

Zach wrapped his arm around me before I could slip away and leaned into me, his right hand slid behind my head and his lips moved against mine. Firm and intent.

I parted my mouth, heaven. I was starting to rub his back, suddenly resenting the material that kept him from me and I pushed closer into him. His hands gravitated towards my hips and started moving me in rhythm against him as he continued to kiss me.

Zach broke the kiss first. He let out a shaky breath, my brain was beginning on working right again. I pulled away and brushed the hair, that had fallen into my face, away. I slipped off Zach and there was a knock at my dorm house front door. I walked away to see who it was. I was unfortunately greeted by flashing lights coming through the window right next to my locked front door. What the hell? I scrambled to close the blinds and ran back to my bed room.

"Zach…they're here."

His face stilled, and I climbed onto my bed, sitting at the opposite side as him. His facial expression said truce was over. I looked away from him and listened to the chatter of paparazzi outside my house. I had longed to see Zach actually, I was so happy and comfortable around him, but it had been five months. He didn't call or text even once. It was so easy for him to write me off, ignoring my attempts to explain like it didn't matter, like I was a liar. He returned for one reason, my sketch pad notebook.

It was as if Zach had read my thoughts because he then said, "Your drawings are beautiful."

I crossed my arms and I felt my face flush.

"Really, the art director gave me the book. He said to tell you that you were really good. Your sketches are amazing."

"You believe me now?" I whispered, afraid if I actually spoke my voice would crack.

"I believe that you weren't writing secret notes about the cast and the set, yeah."

"And the press showing up everywhere? And the pills?"

Zach shoved a hand through his hair, "You were my assistant, the only one who knew where we were going sometimes but the photographers showed up."

I felt my spine stiffen, is he really being serious right now? "That's not quite true, you knew where we were going, maybe you wanted more media coverage."

Zach rolled his eyes, "That's ridiculous. Look, if your dad or the studio asked you to tip someone off, tell me. Please just admit it."

"I. Didn't. Do. It."

"I found the pills in your bag."

"Then someone put them there."

His whole body looked so tense, as is he was fighting with himself.

"Zach, there is never going to be perfect black and white evidence or even perfect people. People screw up, but I am telling you, I didn't do any of those things. You have to decide right now. Either you believe me or you don't."

He just stared back at me.

"Come on, I know you've got some instincts left. There is so many other things I could have said if I were to tell anyone about you, but I didn't, and I never have. Do you believe me?"

Zach stared at me his is deep blue eyes, and then said "Yes."

I felt myself relax against the wall my bed was pushed up against, not really knowing why his trust mattered so much to me, but it did. I nodded and scooted across my bed and grabbed both of his hands and squeezed his fingers. "Good." I paused and then said, "Now, I am ready for your apology, please."

"Cammie I want you to go out with me. Be my girlfriend." He strung out a little louder than normal volume.

I shook my head, "That's not an apology."

"Cammie."

The fact that he couldn't find it in himself to apologize or even seem to recognize what he had put me through was enough to convince me that we couldn't be together. I sat up from leaning closer to him. I nodded towards my bed room door, hoping he would understand the silent message of it is time for him to go. I tried to speak despite the lump in my throat. "No, trust me on this. We wouldn't work."