-The Wait: Goode/ Morgan

Goode:

"So," I said, "You are home."

"Dude," Grant said. "Aren't you supposed to know when your best friend is lying to you?"

I smiled, same old Grant.

Grant invited me in. He led me through the hall to the wide, open living room. I sat down on the couch and relaxed. I was going to make sure this was a long visit; find out what was going on with Blackthorne and the guys and exchange stories. I needed some guy time, you know? Spending time with Macey takes a lot out of you.

I faced Grant, who was in the kitchen.

"So, how have you been?" He asked.

"I've been okay, I guess. What about you?"

He was acting weird. Grant never asks "How have you been?" it was more "Dude, what's going on? Cammie dump you? "Or "Karma's got you bad."

"Grant," I asked, "What going on? Why are you acting weird?"

"What are you talking about?" He questioned. He looked pretty confused to me.

I looked around, so many things going through my mind. I was distracted; my spy sense weren't working well. Why'd I have to be so stupid?

I sighed; maybe it was my imagination.

I smirked, "So you've talked to Bex?"

Of course being Grant, he winked. "That's for me to know and you to not"

I chucked. "Did you really expect me to believe 'Blackthorne with Jonas'?"

"You did, didn't you?" He laughed, walked over to me, carrying a sandwich and sat down.

"So Cammie, huh? You got dumped." He joked.

"Dude, I'm not that bad."

"So, what happened at Blackthorne while I was gone?"

"Well, we got out early due to some explosion in the tombs. Would you have something to do with that?"

I knew he was joking, but I just felt like Bex wouldn't tell Grant that much information over the phone.

Morgan:

I'm pretty sure Grant's forgotten I'm in a freaking closet! He needs to understand this is not guy time; I need to get out of here. Spend time with Zach after I leave. Not when I'm sitting here waiting. I'm pretty sure if I could send telepathic messages I'd be telling Grant something along the lines of, "Offer him some water or something." Or "Get him to pee!" Probably both.

Yes, I came as Cammie. Me. Because, trust me, I did not plan on telling Grant that much information or else I would've come in a disguise. I came as me so he'd actually let me in. My plan was to knock him out, search his house, find what I needed and get out, but it didn't work out like that.

I didn't really feel like putting on a disguise in a closet so, I decided I would keep my hood up until I got to my hotel and then I'd change.

I searched my bag for Zach's jacket but couldn't find it. Did I leave it at the hotel? Or in West Virginia? No I was a spy; I knew it wasn't in my bag or in West Virginia; the only thing I didn't know was where it actually was.

I had my blue hoodie with me; I didn't need Zach's jacket. I just sorta wished I had it I couldn't worry about that now; I had a plane to catch in two hours. This plan had to work.

Why didn't I realize nothing ever goes as planned?

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