AN: Okay my laptop crashed and my desktop has no internet (temporarily) so at the moment I am using the school's computer. I may be kicked off soon so well enjoy! Also my uploads might take a while due to said problems.

Disclaimer: Do I look like Ally Carter? Exactly.

Cammie POV

Spies aren't supposed to make mistakes, they could be deadly.

Spies aren't supposed to be clueless; you tend to make mistakes if you are.

Spies aren't supposed to get lost: it leads to being clueless.

Spies aren't supposed to hurt good people; we're supposed to protect them.

And spies are definitely not supposed to get drunk: I think the reasons pretty obvious.

Obviously I was a horrible spy because I had done the first and fourth in senior year, the second and third since leaving and at the moment I was piss drunk in a club I didn't even know the name of. I looked up at the guy I was currently dancing with for the first time. He had green eyes and wavy brown hair. Yuck, he reminded me too much of Josh and how I had hurt him. Moving on to another guy, I glanced around, locating my friends.

Liz was looking at me, worry written all over her face, but everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. I looked up at my new dancing partner. This one looked too much like Zach and made me think of what a stupid mistake it was to choose Zach. I turned away pushing the guys hands off me. I tried to walk forward a step but I knocked into a broad muscled chest. Looking up at his face my fears were confirmed. Pushing away from Zach, I mad a beeline for the door, oblivious to his shocked look.

Zach POV

I had finally managed to get away from that clingy blonde girl. I had tried everything! I had hid in the bathroom for a good half hour, and she was still waiting for me outside when I came out! She didn't seem to mind me kissing that brunette right in front of her either! But when I started to tell her how I had lost my job at the bank suddenly she couldn't get away fast enough. She was now on the lap of some poor bloke who had claimed to be a doctor.

"Thank God." I murmured to myself. I needed a distraction. Heading for the dance floor I was startled when I felt someone knock into me. I looked down to see Cammie looking up at me panic evident in her eyes. Suddenly she had sprung away from me practically running towards the exit. She pushed open the heavy metal doors as if they were light as a feather.

What is something happened to her? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking about protecting Cammie. I shouldn't care. She had dropped me like a hot potato when Josh showed interest again. She had probably dumped the poor bloke a week later. It was like that movie Made of Honor. Sure, the best friend got the girl he loved. But what about the poor guy Colin? She was supposed to marry him, and he still loved her. Though it wasn't really like this because Josh was not her best friend but her ex. More like Sweet Home Alabama then. You're probably wondering why I've watched all these chick flicks and let me give you a simple reason. Cammie's choke hold is just as painful as Bex's. But anyway back to the point. The guy she left at the alter; he still loves her even if she doesn't love him.

I loved Cammie. I loved her, and I probably always would. No matter what she did, no matter how many times she hurt me, no matter the number of guys she hooks up with, I will still love her. Partly because I, Zach Goode, always finishes things he's started and I'm not yet finished with Cammie. But that wasn't the real reason. Because I would never be finished with Cammie.

God Help Me. Making my decision, I took the fastest route to the door. I begin elbowing my way through the crowd of sweaty bodies that inhabit the dance floor, keeping my eyes on the door the whole way.

Bex POV

I scanned the crowd again, searching for Cammie. I had just seen her switching partners but now I couldn't seem to find her. I caught Macey's eye hoping she would know where Cammie was. She nodded towards a gap in the crowd where I could now see Cammie pushing her way through. My eyes followed her as she made it to the door and pushed it open. I shot a confused look at Macey and she mouthed Zach and turned to look at the dance floor. I followed her gaze to find Zach.

He stood stock still staring after the girl who had just exited the club. He had a look of deep thought on his face. I watched as his face lit up with a realization and he started to push his way through the throng on dancers.

I made eye contact with Macey once again and she just nodded. I saw her start to make her way over to the table where Liz and Jonas were so I elbowed Jonas and motioned him towards the door. He looked slightly confused but complied. We set off towards the door where we were mt my Macey, Liz, and Jonas. Before I could push open the door Grant grabbed my arm and Jonas spoke.

"Explain." I had almost forgotten that the other three had not been part of Macey and I's silent conversation.

"Cammie left, Zach followed." At Cammie's name both grant and Jonas's faces grew stony. Now that I think of it they had been ignoring Cammie all night. I'll have to figure that out later because obviously Macey's words had been enough for them as they were now heading out the door. I hurried after them feeling the cool night air hit my face.

Cammie POV

I pushed open the heavy metal doors that marked the exit of the loud club. The cool night air that rushed into my lungs was welcomed after spending hours in the overfull club. I was sweaty after all my dancing and I knew I reeked of booze. Even though I could still walk straight (thank to years of lessons with Madame Dabney, though it was meant for poisoning not alcohol) the drinks were going to my head. I could feel the ters funning down my face along with the sweat. Pretty soon I was all out bawling. Oh Zach. Standing outside at 3 in the morning I completely disregarded the first thing Mr. Solomon ever taught me. Notice things.