Guys, I cannot apologise enough. I know, I'm the worst updater ever, but I've had so much schoolwork and social drama it's such a mare to keep up with. But here's a wee chapter with a little smut until I update next. I hope you enjoy!

It had been 3 days since the bathroom incident. It was like that night had never happened- the hickeys had all but faded into my pale skin. Zach had been periodically ignoring me ever since, which of course, made me as nervous and skittish as ever. He promised revenge and my boyfriend didn't do empty threats. Of course we still had classes together, even sat together in a few, but he interacted as little as he could. When we had to work together for a pair exercise or group work, he treated me with indifference and often worked alone if he could get away with it.

Eugh. It was infuriating.

I was beginning to become concerned for the future of our relationship, when after Advanced BioChem, he caught my eye as we all dispersed from the classroom and smirked. I stood shocked as he turned and slung his backpack over his shoulder and sauntered away. Does this mean he has forgiven me? Or is this part of the game? Boys are confusing. Spies are confusing. But boy spies? They're the worst of all.

I parted ways with Bex and Liz as I had a free period but they still had classes. I really needed an hour to catch up on my homework. I had an essay for Madam Dabney and Professor Buckingham was dropping serious pop quiz hints. As I hurried back to my room to dump my unnecessary bags off, I glanced around to my fourth favourite passageway, the one behind the painting of Jackie Kennedy (Gallagher Girl, Class of 1947) when I noticed the switch to open it had a dark fingerprint on it. I shrugged my messenger bag off my shoulder and propped it up against a nearby bookcase. Upon further examination, the black substance appeared to be Copper Oxide, the very substance we'd being examining in BioChem. Unable to supress my curiosity any longer, I flicked the switch and entered into the dark room.

The room was probably used for storage at some point, with desks, chairs and even an old bed but looked long forgotten, like no one had been in there properly in decades apart from experienced passage way finders. Basically me. And apparently someone else.

I turned on the small torch keyring I kept on my set of keys in my blazer. The thin, sharp beam sliced through the air and found and body lying on the bed. Well, when I say lying, I mean the body was sprawled across the bed, it's piercing green eyes focusing on me. I sighed and turned off the light, the sun in just the right position to illuminate the small room through the dirty, cracked window in the corner.

"Zach, what are you doing here?" I questioned, "And really? Copper oxide on the switch? I would've known you were in here even without that."

He smirked at me and rolled his body off the bed, landing in a low crouch. He stood and slunk up to where I stood transfixed. Zach sidled over to my ear and whispered in a low, husky voice:

"I know. But I had to get you here somehow. I need to show you something". His warm breath tickled my ear and I shivered, once again reminded of his lips, his teeth sending waves of pleasure through me at that very spot on my throat. I felt my heart rate quicken and my stomach flutter. I silently cursed myself for allowing him to have such control over me, a dangerous trait in a spy. But spy Cammie was gone and teenage girl Cammie was here to stay.

"Then show me," I whispered hoarsely.

I felt him gently tilt my head up with a single finger beneath my chin, so I found myself gazing into his emerald eyes.

"Jesus, you're beautiful," he muttered, almost to himself, as he leant in and kissed me gently. I felt a heat begin to rise within my core, as his powerful hands moved slowly down, caressing my sides. They came to rest on my hips and he began kissing with a deepened passion and intensity. I gasped as I felt his warm fingertips graze the cold, soft flesh of my hips and I felt him smile against my lips. He gripped me tightly before hoisting me up to wrap my stockinged legs around his waist.

Tilting my head back so my long, ashy hair fell freely to my lower back, he once again kissed and sucked my neck, sending the pleasure waves shaking down my body. As he was doing so, he was steadily voyaging towards the bed.

"Zach… Blackthorne Boy… eugh, please, I need you!" I whimpered, my voice now audibly quivering. He softly lay me down on the bed, still lapping at my collarbone. He pulled away softly, still straddling me, to pull off his white school shirt, grabbing from the collar and pulling it swiftly over his dark hair. He knelt over me, powerful and commanding, as he commented,

"You, Gallagher Girl, are wearing far too much clothing for my liking." He reached down and painfully slowly unbuttoned my blouse, looping my tie over my head and removed them until I was left in a delicate white lace bra. He pressed his body flush against mine and whispered in my ear,

"I wanna try something." Desperate for contact, I nodded, reaching out to cup his face and pulling him in again. Our lips met and moved together in perfect harmony, so much so that I almost didn't notice him gently tying my wrists to the brass bed posts with our striped school ties. I gave him a questioning look but he made sure it was pushed far from my mind as I felt my tartan, pleated skirt pushed upwards and a hand cup my sex. I made a noise half way between a moan and a gasp as he removed my sheer white panties, pushing them down my legs, with my bra soon to be removed and flung god knows where on the dusty floor.

Zach rubbed his finger teasingly over my slit as I pulled against my restraints, craving the friction. He removed the finger and shook it menacingly at me.

"Ah, ah, Gallagher girl. I'm in control now." He whispered, replacing the finger but this time coming tantalisingly close to my clit… but sliding it back down again.

"Zach! Please!" I begged, needing him to let me reach the high.

He smirked and gently pinched my pearl, causing me to involuntarily arch my back. He continued to pinch and draw quick circling motions around it, my breathing becoming faster and shallower. He gazed into my grey blue eyes and asked,

"Are you ready?"

"Oh god yes, Zach! Please!" I cried out, desperate for his touch like a drug.

He gently slid a finger from his other hand into me, all whilst stimulating me clitorally. He added another finger and sped up the pace, while I nearly screamed with pleasure. He curled his fingers towards my stomach, just caressing my G-spot and I could feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy when he stopped. Removing his fingers from inside me and on me, he swung on leg from one side of my hips and stood back up on the floor.

I screamed in frustration, a raw, primitive sound and he sneered at me.

"Not so fun, is it, Gallagher girl?" he mocked, leaning over me. I began to speak but he placed a single finger over my lips, silencing me. "The game is over. I got my revenge. While neither of us were technically…satisfied, I feel like we're even don't you, Cam?" He muttered.

Defiantly gazing up at him, I proclaimed, "The game has only just begun."

He looked vaguely proud, like that was the answer he was expecting and hoping for.

"Well, then Gallagher girl, I was going to let you out, but after that comment I don't think I will." He said, grinning, "And oh! Look at the time, nearly time for dinner. I'd say you have about 2 minutes and 45 seconds to get yourself untied and back to the Grand Hall for dinner. See ya later, Gallagher girl." And with that he strode out the room.

I growled in frustration and anger at myself. How could I fall for such an obvious trick? What kind of spy was I? And HOW THE HELL DID ZACHARY GOODE GET THESE KNOTS SO TIGHT?

After around 3 minutes I managed to free myself, only to find my bra and panties were missing. Zach. That bastard. I quickly stuck on my shirt and shoes again hoping no one would notice. Again, who was I kidding? A room full of spies were sure to notice. But I had to go back to the grand hall, it was dinner, and my absence would be far more questionable than my missing panties. I raced to the hall, just as my mother finished saying the Gallagher Sisterhood Oath. I felt the whole room's eyes on me as I slunk down into my spot on the bench beside Bex. I glared over at Zach who grinned back. His smile quickly turned into a scowl as he saw Alex Ward turn around and leer at me. And my very exposed chest.

"What the hell happened to you Cammie?" Macey demanded, aggressively brandishing a stick of asparagus.

"Zach happened" I said, the realisation dawning on their face.

"Oh shit, Cams. What are you gonna do?" inquired Bex, a plan forming in her mind.

"Oh, I'm gonna get revenge. Gallagher girl style."

As everyone was beginning to leave the hall and retire to dorms, I swung a long toned leg over the bench and sauntered towards the boys table. I made a beeline for Zach, swinging my hips while he grinned at me and winked. I winked back and swiftly changed direction, grabbing my real target by the tie and dragging them out of the hall to a small, secluded alcove just off the hall. I glanced back as I felt the boy's hand cup my ass, to look at Zach. His face was in a state of utter shock, which quickly morphed into pure fury. I shrugged and turned around the corner, knowing Zach wouldn't be able to find me. The boy's hand had reached up and cupped my naked butt cheek by the time we reached where I wanted to go. I turned to face him in the close, cramped space.

He leant in with a leering smile on his face and whispered in my ear, "Are those panties I feel for me?"

To stop him talking any more, I leant in and stuck my tongue in Alex Ward's mouth.

Oooooooh! Cammie and Alex? Calex?

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