"Here are your keys. Enjoy your stay and thank you for choosing us!" the attendant at the front desk told us. She flashed a bright smile at us and returned to typing on her computer.

Zach took the keys and we both went towards the elevator. Our suite was on the seventh floor. The elevator ride was awkward, mainly due to the fact an old man was standing there smiling at Zach and me with a creepy smile. Thankfully, he got off on the fifth floor and we were left alone. Well, I was glad he was gone but not glad to be alone with Zach.

As soon as the doors opened I walked briskly out of the elevator, suddenly feeling awkward and annoyed at being with Zach. Memories came flooding back. I heard Zach sigh behind me. "I have the keys, you know," he called.

I got to the door and crossed my arms and tapped my foot, showing my frustration at how long it was taking for him to get there. He finally got to the door and opened it with the key and handed me the other key.

"Wow," I breathed as soon as I stepped in. Our suite was gorgeous – it had two floors! The bottom floor had one wall that was a whole window looking out over an ocean. It was a beautiful day in England so it was amazing to look out and see the beach. The carpets were white and soft and the bottom floor had a bathroom, kitchen, sofa and TV that were all extremely gorgeous and expensive-looking. The top floor was darker, but had a small window, a bathroom, and a bed.

"There's only one bed?" I asked, sounding immature. I dropped my bags next to the king-sized bed as Zach came up the spiral staircase.

His expression changed from tiredness to smugness. "Sweet," he said, winking at me.

"Zach," I said in a warning tone. I pushed past him and went back downstairs; taking a seat in a chair that overlooked the beach.

"Cammie, we can't be like this anymore," he said from up the stairs, his tone serious for once. I shook my head and felt a burning sensation in my eyes…which meant I was close to crying. I cursed at myself - trained spies shouldn't cry. I needed to stop letting Zach make my emotions get the best of me.

"Zach," I said, my voice cracking."You hurt me." I sounded like I was five years old when I said that.

I felt his presence behind me. He placed his hand on the chair. "I know, but you can't act like this to me now," was all he said. "You said bad things, too."

I stood up angrily and looked him dead in the eye. "You can't even apologize?" I demanded. "You still mean everything you said? I loved you and now you can't even say sorry? Grow up, Zachary Goode." I pushed the chair into him and stormed up the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom.

Turning on the shower to drown out the sound, I let the tears fall. Just wonderful – day one and I'm already crying. I got undressed and got in the shower, tears still streaming down my face. During the shower, I decided I would act completely professional. No affection or talking unless we're in public. No talking unless we're in public. I just wanted to get through this mission and return home as soon as possible.

I turned the shower off and put a towel on and walked out. As quickly as possible, I rummaged through my bag and found my sleeping clothes – a black camisole and white pants. I slipped into them quickly and brushed my hair.

I padded to the railing. Zach was sitting in the chair, reading his cover's information. I turned around and crawled into the bed.

About thirty minutes later I still wasn't asleep. Memories of Zach were flashing through my head when I heard him come up the stairs. I heard him take a one minute and forty-two second shower, get dressed in the shower, and walk over to the bed. My eyes were shut and I was faking sleep.

"I know you're awake," he said. My eyes popped open at the sound of his voice.

Momentarily I forgot my anger at him. "How?"

He was standing next to the bed in boxers and no shirt, showing an eight-pack (yes, you heard me right) and his perfectly tanned skin.

"I've seen you sleep. Your mouth should be slightly open and your face should be more relaxed. And, oh, don't expect me to apologize. I haven't heard one from you." He got under the covers and somehow the bed became warmer almost immediately.

I ignored him and turned my back to him. More memories were coming into my mind of nights just like this when we were side by side. Suddenly, my mind began reliving that last night we were together.

*Flashback begins*

She heard a knock on the door and a wide smile grew on her face. She prepped her hair quickly and applied some lip gloss and hurried over to the door in her bright red heels, skinny jeans, and sparkly shirt. She had gotten ready for this moment for hours.

She opened the door slowly and a handsome man stood there, beaming at her.

"You're back! I missed you so much!" she gushed. "Six months is too long to wait," she added, winking at him.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "You're beautiful," he murmured into her hair and she giggled.

They both went into their bedroom in the large, luxurious house they had decorated together. They fell onto the bed, laughing and kissing. Within moments, his shirt was off, along with hers, leaving her in a lacy pink bra.

The girl was about to kiss him some more when something on his neck stopped her."What's that?" she asked with a slight edge in her voice. She pointed to his neck.

Worry flashed in his eyes and he lifted a hand to feel the mark.

"Is that a hickey, Zach?" she demanded. Her eyes were a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. She pulled herself away from him and sat up. "Answer me."

"Cammie, don't be stupid," he said simply.

"I'm being stupid? Yes, I was being stupid. I waited six whole months for you to come back from your mission, Zach. I didn't go out and I didn't flirt at all with any boys. I didn't go out to any clubs with Bex or Macey because I trusted you. I guess I was stupid, thinking you cared about me as much as I cared about you!" She got off the bed in disgust.

"I love you, Cammie, you know that," the boy said, sitting up himself.

"No you don't," she said and her voice cracked. Tears were threatening to spill.

"It's not a hickey, Cam ," he said somewhat lamely.

"Then what is it, Zach? You've been fooling around with other girls and I was stupid enough to believe I was special," she said, turning her face away from him.

"Cammie, can't you trust me? Just let me give you my story," he pleaded. He opened his mouth to continue but she cut him off.

"And I bet it's well thought-out, Zach, but I can't do this. I loved you, I waited for you! Where were you really? Have you lied to me this whole time?"

He stood up and now he looked angry. "You're being ridiculous. Maybe I should leave if you can't even trust me! Why did I ever even care about you?" he added quietly.

She gasped and anger flashed in her eyes. "Get out, Zach. I don't even know you! I guess I never knew you."

"You're being an asshole, Cammie."

The girl covered her face with her hands. His return wasn't going as she had planned.

"How hard do you think it's been for me?" he continued. "I was in love with you Cammie. How do you know this mark isn't a bruise? How do you know anything? You apparently don't! You're not that great at noticing details or being a spy."

"Zach, how dare you say that? I've gotten you out of trouble in every single mission we've been on together!" Their voices had risen to yells.

"Maybe we should just break up! I can't deal with your drama anymore!"

"I'm tired of this! You're just a player, Zachary Goode! How could I have been so stupid to believe you liked me? All those times at Gallagher and even outside, that was all just an act! I bet you've been waiting for this moment so you can break my fragile little heart, haven't you? It's not going to work for me, Zach. I'm over you!"

"Maybe that's all true! Look at yourself, you're stubborn, rude, obnoxious, self-centered and you always put me down! I've had to deal with your shit all these years and I'm sick of it!"

"Then leave!" she yelled. Thankfully the tears hadn't begun falling yet but her voice sounded thick with pain.

"I will! Don't bother coming back for me. I'm done for good this time. I don't want to be with someone who jumps to conclusions every time I'm away from her!" he said. He grabbed his shirt and his bags and stormed out. "Keep the house, I don't want anything that you were near!" he yelled from down the hall.

She waited until the door had slammed shut and his car engine had started for the tears to start falling. She sobbed for an hour until she finally crawled back into the bed. The sheets still had the faint scent of his cologne. She curled up into a ball and inhaled deeply, trying to stop the tears. She cried herself to sleep that night.

Even though he called a few times after that, she ignored every one. She wouldn't let him hurt her like that again. She wouldn't let herself fall for him again.

*Flashback ends*

Yes, well, that's what happened with Zach and me. We had been dating for three, almost four years and I had been certain I was in love with him. We even…did it, if you know what I mean.

I drifted off to a dreamless sleep with the thoughts of Zach on my mind.

Ooooooo, drama? It'll get better! Oh, and don't forget - if you have any ideas on how I should continue, please feel free to Inbox me or Rate & Review your idea! I would love to hear from you!

Next Chapter: Cammie and Zach retrieve the weapons for their mission, and Cammie is becoming very confused about how she feels about Zach. Can she push through all that and come to a conclusion? After an outburst from Cammie, she runs out of the hotel. Drama!

Sorry about the lack of Zammie so far, but hopefully it'll get better. The next chapter, surprisingly, is the last one I have written so far! PLEASE, I'm begging you, please please please review with your ideas! You will get credit/a shout-out (see Author's Pre Note).

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