I am the worst writer, ever. I mean that. I am a terrible author. I am so so so sos os sosososososososoo sorry. I had a major case of writer's block and I'm just a terrible person. I mean that. I hope to do better in the future, but I'm sorry it's been so long since I last wrote.

Lime/ Sexual content kinda throughout *shrugs*

All credit goes to Ally Carter.

Chapter 11, finally.

Chapter 11

(Cammie's POV)

After the restaurant, we went to some local hang out spots in the downtown area. Garret, Howard, Haley, and I wanted to go to this hot, new club called Moonlight.

"Babe, is this okay?" Garret asked as we went into the club.

"Yeah! It looks like fun!" I exclaimed as we waited outside, "I just hope we don't have to wait long."

I realized my mistake as soon as I said it.

"Wait?" He asked confused as he led us to the front of the line. He passed some serious money to the Bouncer and he let us in. Garret looked back at me, "Have you ever waited for anything in your life?"

I coughed. "Umm, sometimes my dad would make me wait for things when I was little so that I was "cultured." I tried to laugh it off.

"Oh okay…" He trailed off as we stepped inside. This place was crazy. People were everywhere, dancing, drinking, laughing. I was overwhelmed.

"Would you like something to drink?" Howard asked us. Haley, Garret and I nodded.

"Here, I'll go with him. What do you want?" Garret asked me.

I thought about for a second, "I'll just have whatever you're having."

"Okay, be back in a sec." He gave me a quick kissed and hurried off with Howard.

Haley and I laughed. "This is going to interesting." I nodded toward the people to my left, who were currently having sex on one of the bar stools.

We both busted out laughing and moved away from them. We stood for a second, people watching.

"Hey." Garret gave me another kiss and my drink. I took a sip and nearly choked, there was some serious alcohol in here.

"You okay?" Garret asked with a small laugh.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied, even though my throat was still burning and my eyes watering. I was wondering how they got the drink when none of us were old enough, but I didn't want to sound stupid by asking.

I took another big sip of my drink. It tasted better this time.

"Do you want to dance?" Garret asked with a seductive smirk.

I coughed; I'm not much for dancing. "Sure, but be warned, I'm not a good dancer!"

He laughed and dragged me onto the dance floor. I took another sip of my drink and then dropped it off at a table along the way. He pulled me into the middle of the floor and we started to dance.

At first, I was nervous and not really dancing. I looked around and noticed that everyone was trashed, and not going to remember seeing a 17 year old making a fool of herself on the dance floor. I let go, and started to grind my butt into Garret to the beat of the music. He laughed and pulled me closer as we danced.

He placed his mouth right next to my ear and spoke loud enough to be heard over the music, "And you said you weren't a dancer!" He paused and started again, his voice huskier, "I'm already hard and we've only been dancing for a moment."

I took a deep breath, surprised that he could affect me so much with just his words. He moved his hands down to the bottom of my skirt and placed his hands on my inner thighs. He slowly moved his hands closer to where I longed to be touched, I moaned softly.

"I bet you wouldn't even mind if I fingered you here, in front of all of these people, would you?" He asked, his voice husky and more confident after the alcohol. I blushed when I realized that he was right, I was even hoping that he would.

He moved his hands again, this time to the apex of my thighs and slowly pushed my underwear aside. He moaned when he felt how wet I was already.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? You're so wet for me, and I've barely even touched you." He gave a small laugh as he continued to tease me, lightly touching my clit but never doing anything besides frustrating me.

I moaned this time is frustration and turned around to face him. Despite the fact that we were on the dance floor, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply. I was hot and bothered and he was doing nothing to help.

"Listen, that not fair. You can't tease me like that." I whispered in his ear with as much force as I could manage. He just laughed, and I decided that two could play that game. I started to rub his bulge from the outside of his jeans and felt him shudder. I looked up at him and slowly licked my lips, as seductively as I could manage. I felt like I looked like a fool, but his eyes pooled with desire.

He spoke in my ear again, "You better stop that, or I might take you right here on the dance floor." I gasped and step back. I'd like to say that didn't turn me on, but it did, probably way more than it should have. He laughed and pulled me back towards Howard and Haley, who were currently in a heated embrace.

Garret coughed. "Are you guys ready to go?" I laughed.

Haley blushed, for the first time, "Yeah! How about I ride with Howard in my car and Garret, you take Madison home in yours?"

We both nodded and the four of us headed to the cars. I shouldn't have been surprised that Garret had a driver to his limo, but I was.

We both hopped into the back seat and got comfortable. I check my email really fast; there was one message from Zach,

"Hey. I'm out. You can come home anytime. Preferably soon. I hope you're not having too much fun. We need to talk tomorrow. It's important."

I ignored it since we were already on the way home. The car ride home seemed much longer when I was sitting next to Garret and all I could think about was how his hands felt on me. I rubbed my thighs together and took a deep breath. He laughed at my obvious discomfort but I couldn't help but notice the considerable tent in his pants that couldn't have been comfortable either.

"Do you want to come back to my room for a little while?" Garret asked. I thought about it for a minute. I did want to, really bad, but his comment on the dance floor worried me a little bit. We hadn't talked about sex and I honestly hadn't really thought about that much but with the way I knew the both of us were feeling… I wanted to have sex with him which was a problem because I knew that I shouldn't.

I was conflicted and decided that it would be better for me to sleep in my own room.

"No, sorry. Not tonight, I have some things I have to get done in the morning." I said with a frown. He looked disappointed, and I gave him a small kiss.

"Tomorrow afternoon do you want to hang out?" I asked, and he cheered right up.

"It's a date!" He laughed and gave me another kiss, this one longer and leaving me feeling needy already. I wondered if that would ever go away, how with one kiss he could do that to me.

We finally arrived home and with a quick kiss parted to our separate rooms.

When I got my room, I went over to the vent where I could see Zach. I sighed when he wasn't there.

"Looking for me, Gallagher Girl?" I heard Zach ask with a smile. He was sitting in the chair by the window in my bedroom. I laughed, "No, of course not."

He laughed too, and I went to my closet.

"I'm going to change." I told him, I didn't even ask him not to look, I knew that would be pointless. As I put on my oversized shirt and took off my bra, I felt him staring at me but it was as uncomfortable as I expected.

"What are you doing waiting in my room?" I asked as I sat down on my bed.
"I was hoping to catch you indecent," he said with smirk that made me blush.

"What would you have done if I had brought Garret back with me?" I asked.

"I would have hid in your closet." He said, with the laugh leaving his eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I know you're not a fan of Garret." I tried to appease him.

"I'm just not a fan of what you a Garret do together." He responded with a pointed look. "Like tonight, I wasn't that worried because you were in public the whole time, and you would never do anything in public."

I blushed a bright red and he stared at me.

"What?" He asked, his temper rising.

"Nothing, we didn't do anythi-" I tried but he cut me off, "Cameron!"

I coughed. "It just makes you upset when I tell you."

"Please, tell me." He pleaded.

I blushed, "He sort of fingered me when we were dancing." I could see that he was upset, a mixture of hurt and anger.

"Did you like it?" He asked quietly.

I blushed for what felt like the millionth time, "Yeah… I liked it. I didn't like, you know, come." I was mortified to be talking about this to him.

"Was he not as good at it as me?" Zach asked, his eyes lighting up again.

I felt bad but also felt I owned him the truth, "He wasn't trying, he just wanted to tease me. I think he was expecting me to go back to his room later and he would finish what he started."

Zach's face fell, but then he got an impish look in his eyes. "You mean, you're still needy?"

I thought back to how it felt to have Zach touch me and I rubbed my thighs together. I felt like this night had been one big lust filled catastrophe.

I nodded and Zach made his way over to me. He sat next to me on the bed and kissed me deeply. I moaned softly into his mouth, which granted his tongue entrance. We made out passionately for a few minutes before he moved so that I was lying back on the bed and he was hovering over me.

"Cam, tell me what you want…" He said softly as he lightly traced his fingers on my exposed skin. I groaned lightly at the feeling, but I didn't reply.

He slowly slid my shirt up and pulled it over my head; I was now laying under him in just my panties.

"Cameron, tell me what you want…" He said again with more force as he brought his lip to my neck, he started sucking on my neck and I took a deep breath. He moved slowly lower, until his lips were resting over my nipple, he took it into his mouth and sucked gently. He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eyes, I moaned from loss of contact.

"I'm not going anything father until you tell me what you want me to do." Zach spoke in a demanding tone. I liked it when he spoke like that.

"I want you to touch me." I whispered. He chuckled.

"Is this what you want?" He asked as he brought his hand to my face, and began to stroke it.

"Noo…" I moaned in frustration, he wasn't going to make this easy on me.

"I want you to tell me what you want me to do." He locked his jaw, signaling he wasn't going to change his mind.

"I want to you to touch me… down there." I nodded towards my center.

He looked pleased and brought his hands down to my warmth. He slowly pulled my panties off, and tossed them aside. He moved his finger to where I wanted it most and started to move slowly.

I tried to move my hips to cause more friction but he placed the other hand on my stomach and held me still.

He spoke as he, still slowly, moved his finger in and out of me.

"I bet Garret couldn't make you come as loud as I will." He hissed, I moaned but otherwise didn't respond.

"Garret can't even come close to touching you like this…" He spoke louder.

"Fuck, I own you! You. Are. Mine." He nearly shouted.

Luckily for me, with each statement he thrust fast and harder bringing me closer to my climax.

"Say it, say that you are mine!" He slowed down, I moaned loudly.

"I'm yours, only yours." I managed to speak despite the pleasure.

"That's right, baby." He picked up his pace again, bringing me back to the top. "Come for me!" His words were my undoing and I came loudly moaning his name. He rolled off of me and we both laid side by side for a while trying to catch our breath.

I had some serious emotions I needed to work through.

After we had both calmed down, I rolled over to look at him. We both smiled, and I asked "Why were you really waiting in my room?"

Zach sighed, "You won't believe what I found."

I sat up, "Was it helpful?"

"No, that why you won't believe it." He sighed again.

Damn it

"There has got to be something helpful in there?" I wondered aloud.

"Little things…" He trailed off.

"Okay, well let's start with the basics. People mention in the journal?" I asked.

"Well, obviously Edward Francisco and his wife Isabelle, but I think the most important person mentioned was a man named Jacob. Edward never gave a last name or any indication of who he was. I already asked Liz to check and see if there was a Jacob interacting with Edward, but I doubt we'll be able to find him like that." Zach responded.

"Alright, that's a good start. Any sign of where the lab was? Or how he got in contact with Jacob? Also, any indication of when his plan would happen?" I asked, shifting into the spy mindset.

"Well, on January 3rd he said, "I called Jacob today, but his normal number had been disconnected. I went to The Wall and left a note there, but I don't know how often he checks there. I'll try his phone again tomorrow-" Zach started.

I cut him off, "Oh great. A wall, how helpful! There are only about 300 billion walls in this world."

"If you would let me finish, I had more to add." He said sternly. I nodded. "Also, at one point he said "When I work late into the night, sometimes I get to point where I cannot even hear the sounds of the traffic in Bremen. Those are when I need to go to sleep" and then later one he said "I could never think of moving to the city, but living 3 miles from a city is perfect: I always have access to what I need." Zach finished.

"Okay, so he's in Germany." I thought for a second. "How many walls are close to Bremen?"

"4, within a 5 mile radius, and I have pictures. I'll show them to you since you're the expert on communication in walls." He moves towards his backpack.

I blush at his mention of Josh but decide not to respond. He returns in a second with pictures of the 4 walls.

I look at the pictures. Wall #1 is concrete and looks fairly new, odds are that this wouldn't be the best wall for communication.

Wall #2 is older, with bricks that seem to be falling off in some places making it easy place to slip notes but it is also located near a fairly busy roadway, meaning he could be spotted placing notes inside it. I put it in the 'maybe' pile.

Wall #3 is brand new, it was made after the journal entry Edward mentioned 'The Wall,' meaning that there is no way this is the right wall. That leaves Wall #4, which looks very similar to Wall #2 but located in a quaint local park, making it the ideal candidate.

"Wall #4 is the one, I think." I looked up from my pictures and spoke to Zach.

"Okay, we'll go tomorrow night." Zach stood up to leave.

"Um, how are we going to get there?" I asked.

"I already made arrangements." Zach responded.

"You knew it was Wall #4?" I asked, a little disappointed.

"No, but he'll take us wherever we need to go." He replied.

"Oh, okay. Is Bex coming?" I wondered.

"I sent her a message. So hopefully. I think she has some words for you." He gave a small laugh and made his way towards the vent.

I think he noticed I looked nervous, he spoke again "It's fine, she just doesn't want you to do anything you'll regret. Like sleep with him." He said it as a joke, something totally ridiculous.

I blushed, and wondered why I was considering sleeping with Garret just a few hours before.

"You're not going to sleep with him, right?" Zach said forcefully.

I coughed, "I'm not currently planning on it." I knew it was lame but it was the best I could do. I was doing my best not to piss Zach off but it wasn't working.

He came back over to me. He nearly growled, "Garret doesn't actually like you. Once he gets the sex, he's leaving. I guarantee it."

"Are you saying that no one would actually like me? That I'm just a slut who gives it up to anybody?" I shot back harshly.

"No, of course not. I actually like you. I want more from you than just sex, but I know his type. He's an ass, that doesn't respect girls." Zach tried to appease me.

"No! You don't even know him. I've had better fake conversations that I've had real ones with you! Hell, even the sexual stuff is better with him!" I said the last part just to hurt him, since I honestly had no idea which was better. I needed to stop pushing him away for no reason, but I couldn't seem to help it.

"Do you mean that?" Zach asked quietly. I wasn't sure what part he was asking about so I just nodded. Zach crawled through the vent without another word.

I fell on my bed in a heap.

I needed to sort through my feelings. I thought it over.

Zach:

Pros

Loyal

Kind (sometimes)

Caring (too much)

Sexy

Smart

Knows the real me

I can be myself with him

He makes me smile (sometimes)

Passionate

Hardworking

Cons

Rude (sometimes)

Controlling

Easily hurt

Bad at communication

Never stays after we fight

Garret

Pros

Kind

Considerate

Caring

Thoughtful

Nice

Sweet

Funny

Friendly

Sexy

Compassionate

Loving

Helpful

Cons

Doesn't know the real me

I can never truly be with him

I thought through the list over and over, but couldn't come to decision. Finally, I fell asleep still unsure of who held my heart.

Chapter 11 = Done

Again, I'm seriously so sorry that I haven't written in so long. Honestly I bet no one really cares but I feel like a jerk. Thank you for everyone who reads this, and an even bigger thanks to everyone that reviews. Seriously, reviews make my life.

Again, terribly sorry! I'll try not to have it happen again.

Also, this chapter had a lot of lime in it… Sorry if you don't like that. But really, who doesn't like a little Zammie? Or Gammie?

Until next time!