a/n: um, wow, just wow, you guys are seriously amazing! thanks so much for all the reviews and alerts you left behind :) you guys are too amazing for words, and made me want to update right away :)
for Alyson101: thanks so much for the review, and naw, i didn't think it was mean at all :) Cammie doesn't actually have a shy persona and it'll unravel more as the story goes on :) thanks again for reviewing(:
for ninjapenguins: i adore your pen name(: and well, this fanfic doesn't really follow Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy but i guess it's kind've set during that book time(: (it was almost my favorite book :D) anyway, thanks for reviewing(:
anyway, onto the story (don't forget, this story is kindasortavery AU):
"I can not believe how hot it is all of a sudden," Macey sighed as she wiped a bead of sweat with her arm. They were in their P&E class, working out and for some reason, the room was just so undeniably hot. Heat could probably radiate off everyone's bodies.
Cammie pulled off her hair tie, letting bundles of hair fall loose. She quickly scooped everything back together and tied it tighter and higher up. She adjusted the boxing gloves she was using and continued punching at the bag in front of her.
"Whoa, slow down," Liz piped up from behind Cammie, "Are you going to kill it?" Her eyes gestured towards the punching bag.
Cammie continued punching for a few minutes and then stopped. Her breath suddenly grew heavier, her heart pounding at rapid speed.
"Pretty good," Bex commented.
Cammie smiled, "Oh, the queen complimenting me? No way!" She swatted at the air playfully.
Bex, who was a master at P&E and anything physical, just smiled.
"Ah, riddle time; what has amazing muscular arms, a crazy hot smirk, and is coming this way?" Macey whisper-yelled, leaning forward.
Bex and Cammie both turned around to see Zach walking towards them, wearing a plain white t-shirt and black shorts. He had a devious smirk, per usual. "Hey ladies, any of you care to be my work out partner?"
All the girls automatically turned to Cammie, who just matched Zach's eyes and then with a sweet smile she said, "Yeah, thanks but no thanks." She turned on her heel and made her way towards her water bottle on the bench.
Zach watched her walk away.
Bex rolled her eyes and punched him, "Gosh Goode, if you like her, tell her, don't be a douche." She shook her head in disgust.
Zach looked back at Bex, almost surprised, then his face went back to neutral, "What are you trying to get at, Baxter?" He raised his eyebrows, as if truthfully surprised.
Bex rolled her eyes then smacked him in the gut.
"Oof," Zach groaned, surprised at the power from Bex's arm.
Bex smiled proudly, "Please, you may be a top notch spy, but i'm not stupid and niether is everyone else." She looked him in the eye, "You like Cammie." She didn't say it as a question, she said it as a statement, as if it was the undeniable truth.
Zach rubbed at his stomach, where Bex hit him, with a simple smile, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Right." Bex rolled her eyes and walked over to Grant, where he was surrounded by a couple of freshman girls. Once Bex joined in on their circle, all the girls quickly shuffled away, leaving the two alone.
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"Class," Mr. Solomon called the room to order, taking a sip of his coffee. He sat on the edge of his desk, looking at each and every one of the students, who automatically silenced.
After a moment of pure silence, the only sound being made was the noise from the air vents on the ceiling. Mr. Solomon spoke again, "Okay, so, we -as a class- have another month long task."
Cammie listened carefully, every year, all the students in Mr. Solomon's class had a month long project as a class. One of them, -the best one- was when Cammie and her class went to Disney Land to uncover one of the most insane riddles ever. And another one, the one they did at the begining of the year, was to have have a cover and be someone else at a fancy party for the Mayor. They were all fun, all exciting, and all slightly dangerous in one way or another.
"This month," Mr. Solomon smiled, taking a long refreshing sip from his styrofoam cup. "We will be hosting a carnival, for the local high school."
Cammie's eyes widened, while losing balance and causing her to fall on the marble floor.
Mr. Solomon raised his eyebrows at her, "Problem Miss Morgan?" He took another long sip of his drink.
Cammie's mouth hung open, her hair falling slightly in front of her face. Everyone in the room was looking at her, as if she lost her mind. Cammie's face was burning up slightly then she shook her head, "Uh, no, no, NO!.Of course not, Mr. Solomon, heh... I just... just... wow. A carnival," She clapped her hands softly, her face still red, "Yay, that's... that's... just ...yay. Heh." She coughed awkwardly and stood up, straightening her skirt and taking her seat. She nodded at Mr. Solomon, urging him to continue and forget how socially awkward she was.
Mr. Solomon continued talking, explaining how it was going to be laid out and how casual everyone was supposed to be. Because "casual" was a cover, just like using a fake identity or being an impersonator. Being a "normal teenager" was out of the question for spies, but it was mandatory if you wanted to make it in the real world.
Suddenly, everyone got up from their seats, the sound of books closing and feet moving on the floor launched in the room, it was lunch. Cammie didn't even hear the dismissal.
Zach -who sat behind Cammie- smiled at her. "So, gravity get you down?" He joked lamely.
Cammie stared at him oddly, as if she was waiting for a drum beat to follow up on his lameness. But she just smiled. They were the only ones left in the room. Everyone was already in the Grand Hall, probably piling their plates with today's pizza.
Zach looked down at his shoes, then back at her, "So, a carnival, huh?"
Cammie nodded, hugging her book to her chest, "Yeah, sounds... pretty fun." She hesitated on the last words because she honestly didn't think it was going to be fun. Not at all.
Zach studied her for a moment, she assumed since he was a spy (an excellent spy, as well), he could sense there was something wrong. Probably the whole class could tell there was something wrong with her (maybe, except for that girl who sits in the back of the room who wears a lot of eyeliner, she never noticed anything or anyone. No one really could get her name. For all they knew, she could be a terroist or a secret ninja). But Cammie shrugged off that thought and decided to blame PMS if someone dared question her about it.
"You're not into the carnival?" Zach fake-gasped, covering his mouth with his hand.
Cammie smacked him lightly with her book, "Well, no. Not really."
Zach chuckled then the two quickly began to head outside the room, making their way to the Grand Hall. "I remember the last time I went to the carnival."
"When?"
"Back when I was five," Zach replied, "My aunt took me and it was kinda one of the best days ever. She bought me a balloon, bought me a corndog or two, we road the ferris wheel, and then I threw up in the back of her car. My puke was very pink." He laughed slightly at the last thought.
Cammie laughed with him, "Lovely," She crinkled up her nose in fake-disgust. "You definitely know how to win a girl's heart."
Zach just chuckled and they both walked together to get lunch, their fingers brushing against each other, with every sway motion of their arms.
a/n: what do you think? Good? Bad? please let me know, i'd love to get some feed back :D and thanks again so much for the reviews on the last chapter :) have a nice day, everyone(: