authors note at bottom. please read, contains an important announcement. *winkwink* ;)

i only have my tiny plot. ally carter owns the characters.

Previously on the difference...

"I'm not sorry" I said.

Cammies POV

"Really?" Macey asked raising her eyebrow, "You're not sorry for leaving? You're not sorry for ditching all of us?"

"No."

"And why is that?" she asked.

"I got answers."

"Is that all that matters to you?" she cried out, "did you even stop and think about us once. Did you ever think of the damage you caused when you left? Or would you too obsessed with getting your answers?"

"You have no idea what happened during the summer. You don't know. And for the record, I kept tabs on you guys the entire time. I made sure you were safe. I thought about you constantly. Every fucking day. I thought about you guys. Y'all were my rock when—"I cut off. I almost let it slip out that I was tortured. Shit. I started to drift off into memories that were forever etched in my mind. I was still lost when a pair of snapping fingers brought me out of it.

"Cammie?" Macey asked, her voice concerned, "when what?"

"Nothing."

I started to walk away, but a hand grabbed my wrist, turning me back around.

" No you don't," Macey said, "when what?" Her voice was dangerous and controlled.

"Nothing."

"Cammie, it obviously isn't nothing. You can tell me, I'll understand."

I laughed, the sound coming out bitter.

"No one ever understands, no one."

I took my arm out of her grip and left.

Rumors were rapidly spreading about why I was crying yesterday. They were all stupid.

"I heard, that it's because of Zach and Bex."

"I heard that she is secretly an undercover agent, that has overly active tear ducts"

Okay first of all those don't make any sense. And really? That's what you come up with? Be a little more creative, people. Goodness sakes alive. Or maybe you could just not spread rumors at all? No? Well, that's too bad.

We were sitting on the grass. Liz and Jonas were reading books and holding hands. *Cue the mental awww*. Grant was eating, of course. Preston and were just chatting, while studying. The sun was bright. The golden rays clinging to our skin, like honey. It was amazing. Then of course the iniverse has to rip away a beautiful piece of bliss from me once again.

A shadow passed over us, effectively blocking the sun. I looked up, it was Bex.

"I heard you were crying," Bex said, crossing her arms, "was poor little Cammie sad" she taunted.

"Hm," I hummed, "I do think being sad is why most people cry. So, wow great observation, Rebecca."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"I'm not an idiot, bitch" she said. Macey and Zach has now shown up behind her, watching it unfold.

I stood up feigning hurt.

"Me, a bitch? Never."

My friends were standing behind me, watching me carefully. They were ready to hold me back if things went to far. It would be bad to kill an ex-best friend right?

"Yes you are," Bex said, "that's all you've ever been, a needy little bitch, that gets all the attention."

That hurt. I hid it though keeping all emotion off my face.

"I guess a relaxing summer will do that for people," she continued, "tell me did you have fun this summer? Did you stop to think about us once? No. You left us. You're just a selfish bitch. I hate you Cameron."

There it was. That key word that can just make a person explode. Like how it only takes one match to set off a bomb. And she said mine. Cameron. I hate that word. My name. It's the only thing Catherine called me. We'll just leave it at the fact that it surfaces some terrible memories. My crew knows this and quickly they grab my arms holding me back. I struggled against them trying to get to her.

"You have no fucking idea what happened over the summer. You don't know. You weren't there. You didn't get fucking captured and tortured for four weeks by the person you thought you loved's mother. To be trained by then to become a emotionless killer. You don't have the knowledge of being able to snap someone's neck, or hit bullseye every time. To have them take you to where they buried your dad after torturing him and then being promised the same fate. You don't know what it's like to escape and try to see if your friends are okay, and delete their files from the COC's database, only to find out that your boyfriend and best friend are canoodling each other while you were gone. to be saved by the only people you trust now and then have to spend the rest of your time trying to find answers while hiding. You don't know what it's like to be wanted by a terrorist organization. You. Don't. Understand. You. Don't. Know. Me. Not anymore. I get that I ran away. But trust me I sure as hell didn't have a relaxing vacation."

The tears were streaming down my face. I kept my mask up, the tears were the only sign of my anger and sadness. I shook off my friends grips and stalked away. I need to get my emotions out through violence, and the only way to do that here was target practice.

okay y'all that's it. so time for the big announcement...

I have decided to make it a ...

Zammie story!

yay!

but to those who wanted for cammie to get pregnant. i feel really awkward reading about characters having babies, so i don't think i could write it well, but i might make her pregnant at the very end. maybe. cool? cool. also check out my other story. it's a preston and cammie story so if you aren't into that then don't but if you'll give it a chance ily forever!

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