okay so there is a really important authors note at the bottom, so FREAKING READ IT OKAY. okay, cool pickle.

special thanks to Butterfly and betticonfetti123

i'm a pitiless loser with an awful plot.

Cammie's POV

I walked out, I could feel the eyes of my classmates on my back. They were probably amazed. I get it, I mean if the old me saw me fight like that they would be awestruck. In short, I used to be ehh at fighting and now I'm one of the best. You might be wondering, if she's one of the best, why did it take so long for her to beat Zach? Well it's simple really, I don't want them to know just how much I changed over the summer. What I was taught during the summer. And I sure as hell don't want them to know I'm an assassin. They can know I'm a badass and I'm different, that much is obvious. They can't know about the torture. If they knew, all I would get from them is pity, and I don't need anymore pity. Especially theirs. Zach and Bex would be my friends just because they feel bad for me. Macey too. I want them back because they want to be, that they understand why I had to run away. Not that I want them back. They broke me during a time when I was already plenty broken.

*flashback

I was being escorted to the next site of torture.There was only one guard with me this time, a newbie too. Are Catherine and Dr. Steve idiots? I mean I may be weak, but I can take a newbie on. He had his hand on one of my bound arms, guiding me towards the open jaws of Catherine. I sent my head back into his nose, causing a spurt of blood to come pouring out. He gasped in pain, but before he could call out, I snapped his neck. Yeah, I killed him, that's not the bad thing, the bad thing is, I don't care. I ran to where I knew the database was, luckily the door was unlocked, I searched up my friends, Liz and Macey were doing fine, their files were clear, I deleted them so the Circle couldn't find them anymore. I looked up Bex next, blah blah, british, blah blah, dating Zachary Goode, blah bla— wait what?!? She is dating Zach. That hurt more than any torture could. I left and they got together. A tear fell down my face, I don't know how long I stood there staring blankly at the screen, but it must of been a while cause someone kicked the door in. I turned around to fight, but it was Grant, he was screaming at me, but I couldn't hear him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out, dragging me behind him. It took only seconds for my legs to catch on and started moving, soon I was sprinting. It was loud, the sound was pounding in my ears, I could barely here myself think.

"Grant, why are you here?" I yelled.

"We're double agents, not to mention that we're saving your ass" he said.

I rolled my eyes, before screaming back, "We? Who else is here?"

"Jonas" he yelled.

We made it to a black van, we hopped in.

"Hello, Cammie" a polite voice said, Jonas.

"Hey, Jonas," I greeted.

Grant stepped on the gas and we zoomed out.

"Why did you hesitate?" Grant asked me, "why weren't you running? You were just staring at the screen."

The memories hit me, Bex and Zach, the file that said they were together. Tears started running down my face.

"Bex and Z-z-zach, th-they're together" I stuttered.

Grant looked stunned, then the hurt took over his face. He looked so sad. He stopped the car.

"What are you doing, we need to hurry" I exclaimed.

He leaned over and hugged me.

"We don't need those assholes" he told me. He broke the hug and started driving again.

I realized he was right, I don't need them, not now, right now I need to be better than a spy. I need to be an assassin.

"We need to make a stop" I announced.

"Where?" Jonas asked.

"We, my friends," I said, smirking, "are short a member."

"What do you mean?" they asked.

"Grant the muscle, Jonas the brain, me the leader and chameleon," I said, "we need connections."

"Let me guess," Jonas said, "you know the perfect person?"

"I do indeed," I said, "boys, we're going to find the one and only, Preston Winters."

They nodded and we sped off. Rome, here we come.

Flashback over*

A muscle in my jaw twitched at the memory.

A hand reached out to grab my shoulder from behind. I grabbed the hand and flipped them over my shoulder. I was on them in a flash, on of my hands on theirs, the other at their throat. I looked down and my eyes were met with the terrified blue eyes of Liz. I got up quickly.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Lizzie," I exclaimed, frantically checking for injuries, that I might have caused.

"Cammie, I'm fine" she croaked, "I caught you distracted, I should've waited."

"I'm sorry," I felt ashamed. I hurt someone else, that matters to me. Is that all I can do, hurt people?

"I'm sorry," I said one last time, before turning and running. I ran down the hallway, ignoring the looks of my fellow classmates. Tears were in my eyes. I heard someone running after me. I was distracted and ran into someone. I looked up, it was Macey. She saw me and gasped. I ran around her, looking behind me to see that it was Preston sprinting after me. I kept running till I reached our dorm. I ran in and locked the door. I slid down in the corner sobbing. Someone opened the door. Shit, I forgot my roommates had keys. I got up and started pacing.

A soft voice asked, "Are you okay, Cammie?"

My head whipped around to see Macey standing in the doorway.

"No," I said, returning to pacing.

"That's it i'm coming in" Preston said from the hall.

He went past Macey and hugged me. I started sobbing again, collapsing into his arms.

"I can't do anything right," I cried, "I always hurt someone in the process."

His arms were comforting around me, his presence was like one of a big brother, always there to protect me. I pushed him away.

"I need to talk to your girlfriend," I said, "now shoo."

He turned and walked out, his face suspicious.

I turned towards her.

"I'm not sorry" I said.

okay. READ THIS NOW. okay review with who you want cammie to end up with. zach? an OC? no one? let me know. ANOTHER THING.PRESTON AND CAMMIE ARE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTER. NOTHING MORE. also should i post my other stories on here. they're on wattpad should i put them on here? yes? no? hell no we hate you? let me know. okay? chill pickle my dudes. i love y'all.

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