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"It'll be here tomorrow." She said.
Macey's POV
How in the hell did Cammie enjoy it in this little dark cave? One of my heels got stuck in a crack and snapped off.
"SHIT!" I screamed. I huffed and snapped the other one off, too. Now I have cute sandals on, I guess. Where did we hide the device..? I know it was somewhere in here. None of the Gallagher Girls now know about these secret passageways. I know it's kind of selfish of me, but I don't want them to know about them, either. The passageways were Cammie's place-I know she wouldn't want a weird kid to be wandering around in them. But the problem?
There were spiderwebs everywhere.
I finally found the device hiding in a little corner and snuck out of the academy walls, not wanting anyone to see me, getting ready to ship it.
"Fastest shipping you have, please." I told the person.
Zach's POV
I woke up, and to the sound of clapping thunder. Rain was pouring down so hard it sounded like bullets were pelting the roof. I looked out the balcony door, and the sea, which was usually blue and calm, was grey, the waves roaring. Suddenly, something tickled my face. I looked down and saw that I was practically laying on top of Cammie-good thing she was still sleeping or she would probably sock my stomach. And let me tell you something: Never. Ever mess with Cammie in the morning before she's had her coffee.
My arm was around her waist, and her honey-brown hair was framed around her face. I was on my side, leaning on my left arm. A blinding blue light made me close my eyes, and the loudest thunder I have ever heard practically shook the building. Since when did California have storms like this? Isn't it supposed to be hot all the time? Cammie moaned and flipped onto her stomach, trying to block out the light. I chuckled and pulled my arm away.
The second I did it, Cammie shivered and pulled the blanket up around her body.
"It's raining." She grumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"No." I replied sarcastically. She flipped back onto her back and glared at me with her perfect blue eyes.
"No need to be harsh." She pouted. I smirked and kissed her pink lips. A knock at our door had us jump guiltily apart, as if our parents were out there or something.
Well, my mom wouldn't care if she saw me kissing Cammie. She would probably just use Cammie and capture her as bait for me to come back to the Circle, or something.
Oh wait.
She's already planning on getting Cammie, so there's no need to hide anything now. I sighed and sat up, running a hand through my messy brown hair. Cammie had hopped off the bed to go answer the door. She screamed. I practically flipped out of bed to go punch whoever was hurting her in the face.
But turns out it was a scream of excitement. I took a shaky breath.
"Cam, you scared me. I thought you died, or something." I took her hand and led her back inside, shutting the door.
"Sorry." She didn't look sorry. She bit her lip and smiled, looking up at me. She held up the box. "We're one step closer to finishing this mission and getting our best friends back!" Suddenly, my heart dropped a little. I mean, yea. I missed Grant. He was like a brother to me. But..what would happen to me and Cammie's relationship after this mission was over?
Cammie's POV
"We're one step closer to finishing this mission and getting our best friends back!" I exclaimed. But then, I looked away sadly. Would Zach still love me after this mission? Would we still keep in touch? I don't even know where he lives! I looked up and saw Zach looking at the ground sadly.
"After this mission-" we both started at the same time and looked at each other.
"You can go." We both said in unison, again. I chuckled and he smirked.
"Well.." I started. "I was just..you love me, right?" I blurted. And then blushed and looked at my feet, which were shuffling nervously. I held the package in my hands. I knew this was delaying the mission, but..I know it was cruel of me to say, because if I were in Bex's shoes, I would be telling myself to hurry the bloody hell up. But I wanted to stay with Zach and go on dates and...
"Of course I love you." His eyebrows were creased, and he stepped forward, holding my hand. "You're are the one thing in the world I'm sure I love."
His words made my heart flutter happily. "But after this mission-are we going to still see each other?" I frowned. He frowned, too.
"I'm not sure. If we live far away..I'll move, for you. It's not like I like anybody at work or have friends or anything." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. I'm sure he had lots of friends at work-his personality was like a magnet. Everybody practically hovered around him, probably wishing he would walk to them and send them his smirk.
"I doubt that. But..thank you." I smiled widely. He reluctantly smiled down on me, too. A smile! I know, I know! I wanted to sprint for my phone and take a picture.
Why don't you, Cammie?
"Stay! Don't move your face muscles!" I shrieked, trampling to the closet, dropping the forgotten package. I whipped out my phone and stumbled back, tripping over a shoe and landing on my ass. I heard him laugh. I quickly got back up, at the time unfazed, and took a picture of his face.
I looked at it and smiled. "Open the package." I kicked it over to him, and he got scissors to cut open the tape. In the picture, his lips were a little mushed together, holding back a chuckle. His bright green eyes were twinkling, and his hair was all messy from sleep, just like I liked it. His skin was tan and he looked completely, utterly..happy.
How could he possibly want me? I stepped forward a little and looked at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes were dull, not a bright blue that would be pretty. I had pale skin and almost-unnoticeable freckles across the bridge of my nose and cheeks. I had long light brown hair, which was limp and hung uselessly to the small of my back. I wasn't tall, short, skinny, muscle-y, I was just...normal.
Whereas he was tall, had amazing abs, a handsome face, gorgeous eyes, cute messy hair, an annoying but loveable smirk, and...
I sighed and set the picture to pop up every time he would call or text me. I put my phone on the counter and sat down. Zach got the device out and was fiddling with it.
It was in the shape of a box, and was pretty heavy. It was made out of metal and made beeping noises every once in a while, and a red light was blinking on it. I took it and set it on my lap, and he sat next to me. We were on the floor leaning against the bed.
I gulped and quickly tapped out, Bex.
Five minutes passed. Nothing. Then ten minutes. Then fifteen, then twenty. I started at the device miserably. This was our only, and probably last clue to find out where they were! I wanted to grab the device, chuck it against a wall and cry.
If I wasn't a spy, I probably would have. The teenage girl inside of my wanted to. But I knew that wouldn't get us anywhere, and Zach would be furious. I sighed and looked up at him.
"She's not responding." I whispered.
"Are you sure it works..?" He frowned.
"Yes! We tried it out many times, and..Liz put in her batteries that last forever. I don't see what the problem is, other than she's dead, or passed out, or-" Suddenly, the device started beeping and shaking violently. I gasped and looked down. There, on the tiny little screen, said, 'Cammie?'
BEX! Oh, my god. Yes, it's Cammie. Where are you? I tapped out as fast as I could, my fingers shaking.
Finally! Thank god Lizzie made this or I don't know what I would've done.. She replied.
Yea, yea. Where are you, Bex? I sent back, impatient.
I'm not sure. Somewhere in California? She tapped back. I rolled my eyes.
No shit, Sherlock. Zach and I are in a hotel room in California right now. We've got that part. Do you know which city? It took a while for her to reply.
I don't know. Laguna Niguel, Aliso Viejo-somewhere around there? Please hurry, Cam. My partner, Grant..he's bad. They're torturing us everyday. I don't know how much longer.. she stopped tapping after that.
Bex?
No response. Oh, my god. What if she was getting tortured right now?
"Zach!" I shrieked.
"Cam, I'm sitting right next to you."
"Oh. Go get dressed! They're somewhere in Laguna Niguel. Hurry!" I screamed, running to the closet. "That's an hour away!" He moaned.
"Suck it up, buttercup! Go call and get a rental car!" I shouted. He grabbed my phone and a directory, grumbling something along the lines of, 'I'm not a buttercup..I don't resemble anything close to butter or a cup.'
I threw on a white long-sleeved flowy shirt, a grey infinity scarf with gold stitching, black leggings, combat boots, and a black leather jacket.
What? It was comfortable, cute, and it's good clothes for rain. I knew my hair seriously did not look attractive in the rain, so I tied it back in a french braid, leaving some wisps to hang around my face. I grabbed a long bag and stuffed in knives, napotine patches, two guns, extra socks, (what? It was raining.) clothes for Bex and Grant (I grabbed one of Zach's jeans and shirts.), and four water bottles. Zach was done calling for the car, saying something about how it's downstairs and waiting for us. He changed into simple jeans and a T-shirt, doing nothing to his hair.
We went to the elevator, and I kept on tapping my boot on the floor, making a loud clacking noise. Zach came behind me and lifted me into the air a bit, so my foot was just jiggling in the air.
"Stop that." He whispered into my ear, and I could feel his warm breath tickle my neck. I blushed and said nothing, but kept jiggling my foot. He set me down when the elevator opened, and we walked through the lobby in a hurry. I saw strangers send us strange looks.
Once we were in the car, I realized I left the device in the hotel room.
"Crap!" I screamed.
"What? What is it?" Zach looked alarmed.
"I forgot the device! I'll be right back!" I shouted. I opened the door and ran the two feet in the rain back to the hotel. I got into the lobby and I pressed the elevator impatiently. It was only the 13th floor! I sighed and sprinted to the stairs, and took them three at a time. By the time we were on our floor, my legs were aching. I turned the knob and pushed. It was locked.
I forgot the key! And it wasn't a keyhole, it was the kind where you slide a card in.
"Oh, my god!" I screamed. A family in the hall looked at me strangely.
So I had to sprint back down the stairs. I know I was a spy and all, but I tripped over my feet a lot. Good thing no one took the stairs nowadays, so no one saw my stumble.
The people from the hotel made Zach move his car out of the way so that there would be room for more guests to get valet parking.
I found the car about 30 feet away, and I groaned. I pulled the hood of my jacket up and ran as fast as I could without slipping on my face. I pulled open the door and Zach looked at me wordlessly. He looked at my face, which was red and sweaty, and my mud-splattered boots.
He laughed. "Did you forget the key?"
"Yes." I glared and snatched it out of his hand. And I ran back. Back to the hotel, back to the stars, back up the stairs, back to my room. I slammed the door open and ran to get the device, which I left lying on the floor.
But there was one problem.
The room was completely torn apart.
And the device? It was gone. Suddenly, the door slammed closed. I whirled around and came face-to-face with about eight Circle members. They were dressed in all black. Greatt.
I saw the device in a bag, which was also stuffed full of me and Zach's stuff. We stared at each other for a moment, and I lunged for the bag, hoping I could just quickly snatch it and then run back down to Zach, who was waiting for me. I left my phone in the bag, too, so I couldn't on-purpose butt dial him.
And yes. I know how to butt dial people. Don't ask.
But they grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. I kicked up, squaring one of them in the jaw, and flipped back up, my hood off of my head now. They groaned and spat out a curse, then punched me in the stomach. I grabbed his arm and pushed him into a table, leaving him with a shards of a flower pot in his arm. The other agents were circling me, and I looked for a way out, desperate.
I gulped, as I backed into a wall. I closed my eyes, pretending to give up. I put my hands up in surrender. I peeked through my eyelashes. They grinned at each other and pulled out a rope to tie me with.
You wish. I thought.
They were inches from my wrist when I quickly took the rope and whipped it in his face. Then I roundhouse kicked two of them in the jaw, and stuck napotine patches on the other two. The guy with the flower pot in his arm had yanked them out and made a bloody mess on the floor, but he was up and standing again. Two guys left. I grabbed the closest thing to me-which was Zach's deodorant, and chucked it as hard as I could at one of the guy's head.
And let me tell you-I throw pretty hard. One time I threw a shoe at the wall and I left a crack. And it was a tennis shoe. He got knocked down and I quickly stuck a napotine patch on him. Zach was probably extremely worried right about now.
But as I was bending down to stick napotine patches on the guy I knocked down with a shoe, the other one grabbed me by the neck and lifted me in the air, choking me.
I gasped for air like a fish-oh, yes. I'm sure my face was extremely attractive at that moment.
I'm sure I was turning red and blue, and my vision was getting blurry. The world was fading away, and I was getting extremely dizzy.
What should I do? I screamed in my mind. Suddenly, I remembered that you have a pressure point in-between your thumb and your pointer finger, which is where his hand was separated to grasp my neck. So I moved my jaw and chin around, trying to find it. He loosened his grip a little, confused.
I still couldn't breathe, but it made that much of a difference. I found it, and as much as it hurt, shoved my chin down on it hard. He immediately fell, limp to the ground. I stuck napotine patches on him, and another on everyone else, so that they wouldn't wake up.
I sat there and leaned my head against a wall breathing deeply, nauseous, surrounded by unconscious men. It smelled like sweat and blood in here. It's a good thing I didn't eat yet or I would probably barf. My throat was scratchy and dry, and it hurt like hell. My lungs were burning and tears were spilling out of my eyes. I grabbed the bag of their stuff and hurriedly rushed down the hall to the car. People looked at me oddly, because I was crying.
Hey. I was almost choked to death, okay? It's a scary experience. Also, the lack of oxygen made tears squeeze out of my eyes.
I was jogging back to the car, head down, protecting the device from the rain inside of my jacket, when I ran into something warm and familiar. I looked up at Zach, who had worry etched onto his face.
I breathed a sigh of relief and practically collapsed, and he caught me. He brought me back to the car and sat me down in the passenger side, and got into the driver's seat. He already had the navigation system routed to Laguna Niguel.
"What happened?" He demanded at a stoplight, after making me drink some water. I was still breathing deeply, and I had shed off my soaking jacket.
"There were Circle agents in the room." I said quietly.
He glared at the street, his hands grasping the steering wheel tightly.
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