"Because I'm the Chameleon."

CPOV

I looked up at him hesitantly, wondering how he'd take my words.

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Cammie. That's not funny. The Chameleon is on
the top of the most wanted list in the COC. If you really are the Chameleon,
you should be on, I don't know, lock-down or something. I thought since no
one knows who the Chameleon is, he must be in a safe house."
I rolled my eyes. "Well if you were being hunted since you were 15, you
wouldn't want to have been in a safe house since then, huh? I'd rather live
and have fun with risks than live with no risks and die of boredom instead."
"But he's a boy. His name is Cameron."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Umm…hello? My name is Cameron! I'm the Chameleon! What more proof do you
need?"
Zach hesitated, wondering whether to believe me or not. Tears pooled in my
eyes. I felt like a small child telling a lie to a grownup who just won't
believe you.
"Fine. If you don't believe me, then that's your loss. I don't give a crap." Iturned around and stomped out the door. I heard Zach ask me to wait, and that he believed me, but I know he didn't. I ignored him and ran down the stairs,too aggravated to wait for the elevator. I walked along the beach. No one was
there since it was raining. It was about 7 P.M. The sun was setting. My tears blended in with the rain.
I know what you're thinking: Why are you crying? Drama queen much?
But I can't help it, okay? After being hunted down from the COC for so long,
it was practically a natural part of my life. I am even starting to fall in love with the COC's leader's son, and then him not even trusting you? I sniffled and pulled out my phone and dialed Macey. I needed a friend.
"Can't talk right now. Leave a message." Came her blunt answering machine. I
sighed and dialed Liz.
"Hey! I'm busy right now, so leave a message and I'll call you back!" Her
cute voice chirped back at me. I screamed and shoved the phone into my pocket. For half a second I had considered calling Bex – until I remembered that I was on a mission to get her back. And she was captured all because of me.
"Yeah, Cammie, that really lightened your mood, didn't it?" I choked out.
"And now I'm talking to myself. Great." I muttered. I was shaking violently from
both the cold and my sobs. I walked into the beach water until it was up to
mywaist and I enjoyed the feeling of the current moving around my legs.
I stood there for who knows how long. The rain started pouring down so hard I
couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Then I saw a blinding flash of
lightning and a crack of thunder.
"CAMMIE." Zach suddenly walked up to me and pulled me backwards towards the sand. "What the hell are you doing? Are you an idiot? Do you want to get hypothermia and die? Oh my god."
I was just standing there in front of him feeling like an idiot, shivering
violently. He sighed and scooped me up.
"One day, you're going to be in big trouble. And I'm not going to be there to
help you. And then where will you be?" He muttered.
"In my grave, I guess." I said dryly.
"Not funny, Cammie." He glared.
"Wasn't trying to be." I glared back.
We got up to our room and I looked at my hands. They were pale. A little too pale. He noticed and sat me down on my bed, then helped my peel off my shirt and jeans and shoes. He got me some of his long pajama pants, since Macey only packed me stupid pajama shorts, and one of my over-sized T-shirts. He got me a bra and underwear and turned around so I could change into those. It was hard-my
hands were shaking so much it took me five tries to undo the clasp. And then I
stood up to try and slip my undies off it took all the power I had to not slip
and fall to the ground. I sat back down with a sigh once those were changed,
and I weakly put the pants on and tightened the strings so it would fit around
my waist. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and fell back down onto the bed,
gasping. He finished changing, too, and came into bed with me.
"You know the best way to keep warm?" Zach smirked. "And since we're in a
bed…" He rolled on top of me and winked.
I rolled my eyes, and tried to laugh, but gave out a little cough instead.
"You're funny." I rasped out.
He got off of me and rolled to the side, his eyes worried. He took my shaking
pale hands in his and massaged them, trying to get them warm again. We were
silent for a few minutes.
"Cam?"
"Mmm?"
"I believe you." He looked at me, green meeting blue.
"What? Why?" I asked, surprised. He took his right hand off of mine, and a
rush of cold air came to it. He pulled out a charm bracelet from his pocket, and I reached out and took it.
It was a charm bracelet that had all of our code names on it: Chameleon,
Peacock, Bookworm, and Duchess. Macey must have slipped it in my bag while she was packing for me. I smiled and motioned for him to help me put it on. He did, and I wiggled my wrist back and forth to make the charms clack.
"I didn't even know I had this," I said softly. I looked up.
"Thank you."
He widened his eyes, bewildered. It took me a moment to concentrate for a moment-his face was so innocent and cute when he did that. I just hope he didn't notice me admiring his face, or else it would become his puppy-dog face and he would get anything he wanted from me.
"For what?"
"Well, for starters, believing me. And then for coming to get me from the rain. I don't know what I was doing." I shook my head.
"I'll always believe you, Cammie. And I'll always be there for you. Really."
He said, pulling me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled."Cam?" He whispered. "I love you."
I looked up at him, shocked. I smiled the widest smile I could. "I love you too." I said.
He tilted his head down, and our lips met for the very first time.