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CPOV

"Cammie. Wake up!" Zach shook me violently.

I crinkled my nose at him and flipped over.

"Come on!" He pulled me off the bed. I landed on my face. Oooow..! That hurt! Whatever. I'm tired.

"CAM, I'M DYING! SOMEONE SHOT ME IN THE LEG AND I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH!" Zach said desperately. I almost shot awake, until I realized he was joking. I snorted and turned around, facing the crack under the bed.

"Spiders," Zach whispered. I squealed and jumped up. He rolled his eyes.

"So you care more about spiders than me bleeding to death?"

"Yep." I smiled.

He rolled his eyes. "Go get ready. Today we're going to go spy on the COC. Dress in all black."

He was dressed in a black cotton T-shirt, black jeans and black Vans.

He winked and walked out. "I'm getting breakfast!" He called back.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out black skinny jeans, a black tank top that criss-crosses in the back, leaving some of my tan back bare. I got black Converse and beach-waved my hair, pulling it into a high ponytail. I even put on black nail polish and eyeliner and mascara. I was doing the whole black thing here. I got a leather jacket and stuffed it into my bag, and skipped down to join Zach for breakfast.

He got me a plate full of eggs, bacon, toast and sausages and an orange juice. How did he know I didn't like coffee? Whatever.

He stirred his coffee and looked up as I slid into the seat across from him. He smirked.

"Takin' the black a little overboard, eh, Gallagher Girl?"

"How did you know I was..? You know what? Nevermind." I smiled sarcastically at him and bit into my toast. I finished up and we went outside. I was about to flag a taxi until he took my hand and dragged me down the sidewalk.

"Are we walking there?" I stared up at him, dumbfounded. He looked at me for a second and laughed.
"Really? You're a spy and you're too lazy to walk?"

"No, not that!" I blushed. "Just that I never thought that any building that COC meetings are held in would be in some like, I don't know, ghost town where nobody could overhear or something."

"Cliche, much?"

"Yea.."

And, surprisingly, we got there in about five minutes. I hesitated at the door, but Zach just pulled me confidently into the door. The building was disguised as a very successful business building.

The man at the desk looked up and, even more surprisingly, smiled at Zach.

"Welcome back, Mr. Goode." Zach just looked at the man and half-smirked.

I looked at the man, then at Zach, then back at the man.

"Are you...?" I pulled my hand away, suddenly afraid.

"Cammie..let's talk about this back at the room, okay? Let's just find out where Bex and Grant are and go." He said quietly.

I just nodded and followed him up a couple flights of stands. We didn't hold hands anymore.

Zach got to a plain part of the wall and knocked four times, and then touched two certain spots. And the wall fell away. It was like the secret passageways at Gallagher Academy again! I stepped in and was surprised that it was clean-no cobwebs or spiders or anything. Even though I explored secret passageways back at the academy, it doesn't mean I got used to spiders. If anything, it just made me even more afraid of them.

We turned left, Zach was walking behind me, his hand on my elbow, leading me. I was still wary. I mean, what did he have to do with the COC? Was he really with them so much that the..employees knew his name? We turned a couple more times and got to a transparent piece of wall. Zach crouched and slid it up, and we were in a hollow little hole-room thing. We stepped inside and he shut the transparent door and we stood there awkwardly for a second. We were face-to-face, or face to neck. He was taller than me. We had no room to sit or anything-we were just pressed together in this little room.

"So? What is this?" I raised my eyebrows and looked up at him.

"Just shush. Once they start talking, the vibrations of their voices will carry down into this tunnel, you can call it, and we'll be able to hear everything clear as a bell. It works better than bugs. We're right underneath their table."

"So, the British girl and the muscular boy. What do we do with them?" The voice rang into our little room clearly, echoing around us eerily.

"I say we kill them. What use are we to them if they know nothing about the Chameleon?"

My head snapped up, my ponytail swinging side-to-side, whipping the walls. The Chameleon? They were captured because of me? Zach looked down at me, concerned.

"Okay?" He whispered.

"Yea. Perfectly okay." I said distantly.

I shut up, because they started talking again.

They talked about the fate of our best friends for about another thirty minutes, until a woman's voice rang out.

"Shut up. Everyone, shut up. We'll kill them. If they have no information, fine. They die. This meeting is closed."

At the sound of the woman's voice, Zach's body went rigid. My body went rigid at the words that she said. But it seemed that Zach didn't listen to the words she said.

"Let's go." I pulled up the door and got to where we were. Zach placed eight of his fingers in certain spots, and the places on the wall around his fingers glowed for a second. We stepped out. Unfortunately, we were both too distracted-him with the woman's voice and me with the fate of Grant and Bex-to see that the people from the meeting were still coming out of the room, piling into the hall. The moment they saw us step out, a woman with familiar green eyes and blonde hair pointed at me.

"Get her. Get her!" She screeched, her command so loud her voice went hoarse. The lady did not seem to notice Zach yet. His eyes went wide, looking at me and back to the woman's finger.

"Go. Go!" He shoved me down the hall, urging me to run. A mob of people ran after us, and I looked back. Bad move. I saw one man hot on my heels, and I let out a little shriek. He grabbed my ponytail and yanked me back.

"OW." I turned around in his grasp and caught his wrist, squeezing as hard as I could so he would let go. After he did, I flipped my hair back-it fell out of its ponytail-and flipped him over my head. He fell to the ground with an oomph. On my right, I saw Zach didn't run away and abandon me, and that made my heart flutter a little. He was fighting a man and a woman. He'll manage. I hope. I didn't have time to help him because the green-eyed woman pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. It got dead silent. So there we were, standing in the hall, sunlight streaming through the tall windows, a beautiful blonde woman pointing a gun at me, and Zach standing there with his arms locked behind his back.

"Move, and I'll shoot." The woman sneered.

"Mom." Zach's head was low, his damp hair covering his eyes, casting a shadow on his face.

"Mom?" I heard my voice croak out. "She's your mom?"

But he ignored me. "Don't shoot her, Mommy."

ZPOV

My mother was pointing a gun at the girl I..love. I love Cammie Morgan. I love her smile, the way she laughs, the way she doesn't swoon every time I smirk like every other girl on the planet. So I decided to play the cute 'I'm still your little boy' card. I hate this woman.

"Don't shoot her, Mommy." I said in the saddest, most innocent voice I had.

She just laughed. "Oh, Zachary has a love, does he? All the more reason to shoot."

One thing came out of my sad little boy act. The woman holding my hands behind my back loosened her grip a little, and my mother was too wrapped up in taunting Cammie to pay attention to me anymore. I suddenly whirled around and kicked her in the stomach as hard as I could. And, before anyone would react, I turned around again and punched a pressure point in my mom's arm, forcing her to drop the gun. I took it and stood protectively in front of Cammie, holding the gun towards anyone who moved. I wrapped my arm back , keeping her body firmly pressed onto mine, making sure if anyone had a gun they had no way of shooting her without shooting me.

"Move, and I will shoot." I glared. We made it out of the building, and I stuck the gun in my pocket, grabbed Cammie's hand, and ran, knowing they wouldn't follow. We ran all the way into the escalator, into our room, and collapsed on the floor. After a few minutes of catching our breath, we sat up.

I was about to make small talk, but Cam meant business.

"That woman was your mother? You're on their side? Why don't you just shoot me now, huh? Go on. The gun's in your pocket, in case you forgot." She held her arms up in mock-surrender.

CPOV

Zach's eyes widened, and then he got this look on his face. This look that told me to back off, and not talk to him for a little while. This look that told me that he was livid, furious.

"Seriously? You seriously think I'm going to shoot you, Cammie?" He took the gun out of his pocket and flung it at the wall. I flinched.

"Just because my mother is the leader of the COC doesn't mean I'm part of them. I hate them. I have nothing to do with them." He glared at me, and I could see his jaw clenching and unclenching.

His sentence made me think back to when we were back at Gallagher Academy, and Tina always asked me for the latest school gossip about my mum, and I would get so angry at her when she didn't believe me when I told her I didn't know anything, even though my mum was the school's headmistress. But that was exactly what I judged Zach on. I thought just because Zach's mom was the leader of the COC, that he was bad too.

Then I realized her was standing there staring at me, his eyebrows raised.

"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered, wringing my hands. "It's just that.."

"It's just that what, Cammie?" He came over and stood by me, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"It's just that I was scared." I sobbed. My hands started shaking and I slapped the back of my hand to my quivering lips and took deep breaths, tears pouring down my cheeks.

Zach leaned down and pulled me into him, letting me cry into his shirt.

"You were scared that I was going to hurt you?"

"I was scared that you were going to lead me to your mom, and let them take me away." I whispered.

He looked confused. "Why would I take you to my mom?"
My whole body was shaking now, memories of all of the attacks and attempted kidnappings from the COC flooding back into my mind. He took my hands, urging me to answer.

I looked up, my wet eyelashes sticking together.

"Because I'm the Chameleon."

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