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Simply,

Sam

"So why isn't Zach happy to see me?" I ask Bex and Macey later that night as we're trying to get some sleep. They put us in some safe house to keep an eye on us, and it's very cold.

"Gee, are you really wondering, or are you just asking to keep yourself warm?" Macey asks, sarcasm lacing each of her words.

"Um… Both?" I ask, uncertainly.

I feel Bex sigh. Oh, yeah, didn't I mention? We're lying in the same bed, with all our blankets piled on top of us for warmth. Yeah, it's that cold. "Cammie, you cannot be that clueless. You ditched the boy five years ago, and you never even gave him a reason. And then you went and ordered for him to drink the memory tea. Trust me, if you had ditched me five years ago, I'd be just as pissed." After a moment or two of silence she added, "Wait, you did ditch me. But I'm your best friend, so I'm not that pissed with you, just kind of."

"Yeah, same here." Macey says with a curt nod of her head.

We all laughed and after a few more minutes of silence, I noticed I was the only one still awake. I sighed softly. They're right, of course. I did just do that to him, without a good reason. I could use the excuse that he did it to me all the time when we were still attending Gallagher Academy and he was attending Blackthorn, but that would be childish of me, and since the last time I saw them, I've matured in ways that shocked even me. For example, I'm so much more comfortable in my own skin, and instead of shying away from all those beautiful clothes; I embrace the right one for my body. I smile at cute guys and they smile back. Maybe it's because Bex nor Macey are there for them to compare me with, or maybe it's just that I've become more confident, but I've come to the point where I'm practically beating guys away with a stick, and that ain't no exaggeration. I've become a totally different person in the last five years, and I don't know if it's because, for the first time, I've gone out into the world without knowing a single person and have had to fend for myself, or if it's because, since I was surrounded by such beautiful girls and women for my entire life, I never had the chance to…. Appreciate myself, I guess you could say. Either way, I've come into my own, and I must admit, I do enjoy not being conscious of what people think.

The next day, after Bex, Macey, and I had gotten up and dressed, Joe and Mom came to see us, along with Zach, who strangely enough, didn't sleep in the warehouse with us. Although I think it's because he secretly despises me. I'm just saying. So as we all sit around a table, Mom and Joe pulling out folders from the cases they have, I steal glances at Zach, making it so that it wasn't very obvious. Although, since he's a spy, I'm pretty sure that he could tell the exact intervals between each look (roughly 20 seconds) and that he could feel every want filled look as well. Yeah, that's right. I totally want him back. Why wouldn't I? We worked too damn hard for too damn long to be together, and then I just gave it up for no reason? It's not like I'd lost my feelings for him over night, I was still completely in love with him when I left. And I'm still completely in love with him. But it's not like I'm going to tell him that, at least not now.

We spent the next four hours looking over all the materials Mom and Joe had been able to pull out of the database about everyone and everything that might have something against me. And let me tell ya, I might have only technically been in the field for a few years, but in those few years, I'd sure racked up a lot of enemies, or at least people that would clearly have grudges against me. It's really shocking to know how many people hate you, really. After those four hours, we still hadn't even gotten half way through the stupid stack, even with all six of us working on it.

"Cammie, this is rather ridiculous! How in the world did you make these many people hate you?" Bex exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and letting her head bang against the table.

"Well it's not like I did it on purpose! I mean, it just happened! You've got people that hate you too, surely. I'm not the only one who's got people that hate me." I answer back, a little aggravated.

"Yeah, but I think you're the only one with these many enemies! I mean, besides people who have more experience on the field, like your mom and Joe, I think you're on the top of the hit list, I'm just saying." Bex answers, making Mom, Joe, and Macey laugh out loud and making a small smile form on Zach's otherwise solemn face.

"Very funny." I say sarcastically, standing and walking to open the door after I heard a knock. "Yes?" I ask the man standing on the other side of the door, holding a box in his hands.

"Sign here, please." He says, handing me a paper to sign. After signing it, he gives me the box and I walk back to the kitchen area.

"What's that?" Macey asks, looking at the box curiously. I shrug and open the box, since it's addressed to me. A pair of glasses falls out along with a folded letter.

Once I have the letter opened, I read it aloud for everyone else to hear.

Ms. Morgan, it's time for us to play the game. At 6 o'clock, tonight, we want you at your closest mall, wearing the glasses that are enclosed in the box, so that our messenger may know who you are. Now remember, we hire messengers and the like, they are not actually a part of this game, and they know no extra information besides having to look for you and give you whatever it is they have in their possession that we gave to them. So, you will closely follow the instructions and you will get an extra piece of information by the end of today's… exercise, I guess we could call it. Now, for this one, we shall make an exception. One person may be at your side, mainly because we told our messenger you'd be with a man. Ms. McHenry, Ms. Baxter, and Mrs. Solomon must stay outside the actually mall, but they may remain in the parking lot. Once again, communication devices are acceptable.

Good luck, Ms. Morgan.

-7

"Obviously, you take Zach." Bex says immediately. "And why is that?" Macey asks right away. Bex sighs and rolls her eyes, dramatically. Bex is nothing if not dramatic. "Because, Joe isn't allowed to be in the field, and the letter didn't say that he'd make an exception for Joe. Just that he'd make an exception for someone to go with Cammie, but the messenger was told she'd be with a man, plus, in the letter he clearly says that you, Rachel, and I have to remain in the parking lot, so neither one of us can disguise ourselves as a man. It's only logical that Zach be the one to go."

"Are you okay with that?" Macey asks him, and although I am slightly offended, I'm also relieved. I wanted to know how he felt, but wasn't sure if he'd answer me if I asked him straight out.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine with that." He answers, looking straight at me.

Okay, so how'd you like that? So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry it took so long to get out, especially because it's not even that long, but I promise you, the next chapter will be long. Also, I just might be posting up a new series soon, so don't start getting mad at me if I start to take forever to update!

I love you all, so keep reviewing! And commenting, even if it's just about how much I suck for taking so long to write a crappy chapter!

Thanks again!

Simply,

Sam.