AN: So, I'm one pretty happy person right now. Seven reviews(: And they all said they loved it (or something along those lines). I'm feeling pretty dope right now. :P
So, not much to say to my reviews expect THANK YOU SO MUCH! Yeah, imagine that with like five thousand !'s.
Who'sThatChick - Wow. Now that was one long review, thank you so much! I wanted to like cry or something as I read that. Made me pretty darn happy. First, yeah, I guess I wanted her cover to be my name, so it was on purpose. All of the other names were my friends names and Zach's cover name was the same as my boyfriend. And I loved those guesses, one of them gave me an idea, so thanks again.(:
GoodetoKnow - Thank you! I totally agree. I hate it when Zach is a complete douche, he's gotta be a bit cocky but still have that sweet side everyone loves about him. Thanks again(:
Is it normal for a pillow to be rock hard, move up and down, and sound just like a beating heart? …Didn't think so.
In the dim lighting of the hotel room, it was hard for me to see much. But without my trained spy eyes, I probably wouldn't have been able to see anything.
I did, however, know I was not lying on a bed. I may have been in a bed, but I was on a person. An incredibly chiseled, muscular, sexy person.
But that's not the point.
Have I ever been in this position before? No. Do I want to be in this position again? Maybe…
Again, not the point of this.
I was hoping that Zach was still asleep, and hadn't woken up at all while we were in this position. I really didn't want to know what cocky remarks he would have, waiting to pour down on me like a waterfall.
Slowly, I moved my head to look up at his face. Amazingly, he was asleep. At least, I think he was. Is it possible to smirk while you are asleep? I have no idea…
A knocking at the door, however, ruined the few seconds I saw Zach as peaceful, and not guarded as I probably ever will.
I quickly closed my eyes, just as Zach's body lurched. I could feel him untangling himself from me, as he tried to make his way to answer the door. I didn't have to have my eyes open to know he was smirking.
It took me by surprise, how careful he was to not 'wake' me up. Maybe he isn't all annoying. Maybe, deep down in the very bottom of Zach's soul, there was a sweet, non-cocky guy that is my type.
Maybe.
Soon enough, Zach answered the door. "Whoa, Zach. Have a good time last night?" Grant asked him, after the door closed.
"Uh… sure?" the way Zach said it made it sound like a question. I admit that I was taken aback; I was ready for a snide remark involving a sexual reference.
To be honest, I didn't get it. At all.
"Well," Grant cleared his throat, obviously expecting the same, "Bex, Nick, Jonas, Liz, Macey and I were heading down for food, but you guys are obviously not ready yet. So… just be ready in an hour for the shuttle to the airport."
"Uh… sure," Zach said again, in his very sexy sleepy voice.
I heard the door close behind Grant, and Zach's heavy footsteps making their way back towards the bedroom.
I slowed my breathing to where it should be when I am asleep, and I relaxed all my muscles.
"Gallagher Girl," I heard Zach's still sexy voice whisper in my ear, "Time to get up."
I slowly opened my eyes, to find Zach much, much closer than I was expecting. My breath hitched, and my heart began to pound.
It felt like hours that we were in that exact position. Finally, Zach smirked, and straightened up. "Sleep well, Gallagher Girl?" he asked slyly.
"Yes, very," I said, immediately regretting the words that had, somehow, flowed effortlessly of my tongue.
The biggest smirk I had ever seen Zach Goode sport, appeared, and I internally groaned. "I don't blame you. I mean this is the best thing to fall asleep on, am I right?" he said, gesturing to his abs.
Wait… abs? How did I not notice this before? Zach was standing in front of me with no shirt on. Oh wait, scratch that. Zach was standing in front of me in his boxers.
Now, that is quite the sight for sore eyes. But, was I going to let Zach know that? Never. There is no way I could afford to let his ego inflate even the tiniest bit more. Then I'd really be screwed.
"Ah, my eyes, they burn!" I yelled, shielding them with my palms, "Put something on, Zach! Now, before my brain explodes from the scaring memory!"
I heard a chuckle, "Wow, I had no idea that you were such a good actress, Gallagher Girl. Maybe you could teach me sometime." I could practically hear the smirk in Zach's voice.
I turned my left palm sideways to cover both of my eyes, so I could use my right one to help me make my way to the bathroom. Thank god for my spy memory. "No way, Zach. Not gonna happen in this lifetime,"
You cannot even begin to imagine the intense amount of self control it took not to just take my hand away from my eyes and stare at that flawless six-pack all day. It was a lot, I can tell you that much.
Finally, I felt the wooden door frame of the bathroom with my fingers. I quickly made it in and locked myself inside, but not before sneaking a glance at Zach, who was still smirking.
"I saw that, Gallagher Girl! I knew you couldn't resist this!" he yelled over the sound of the shower I had just turned on.
"Saw what? Me just about ready to throw up at the sight of your face?" There was no way he believed a word I had just said. I wasn't even fooling myself.
"You just keep telling yourself that, Cammie! I know you dream about me!" Oh, god. Was he a mind reader too? How did he even know I dreamt of him? Unless… "I love the way you moaned my name, do you want to hear the recording?" he yelled, holding back laughter.
Oh no he didn't. If I wasn't in the shower I would be pouncing on him right now. "Zachary I-don't-know-your-middle-name Goode! The next time I see you, you will be crying! Crying as Bex and I beat the living crap out of you!" I yelled. Bex is such a great friend when it comes to these… situations.
"Relax, Cammie. Do you really think I would do that? I'm hurt. I'm not all bad, Gallagher Girl. But then again, I'm not all good either."
"What does that mean? Zach?" No response. "Zach? Zach!" Damn it. Why are guys so freaking confusing?
After I finished my speedy shower, I put on some sweats and a tank top, and got ready for the long day ahead.
I found Zach lounging on the couch in the center of the main room, resting his feet on the coffee table. His hands were behind his head and his eyes looked relaxed, as did his lips, which weren't forming their usual smirk.
Just for a second, he looked peaceful. But, it vanished the second he registered that I was now in the room.
Just like the second time we had met, he looked at me from head to toe, something I absolutely hated. His eyes are just so intense sometimes, it bothers me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, hiding myself from his stunning orbs, as inconspicuously as I could.
"Ready yet, you cocky bastard?" I asked him, partly joking, partly not.
"C'mon Cam, I was kidding. Can't you take a joke?" he asked. I swear I saw a little sadness in his eyes. But it was gone so fast, I couldn't be sure if it was even there in the first place.
"Not while we are on a mission, Zach. Remember what is at stake here. We can't just be fooling around." I said, getting back to business. This was the most important mission of my life, even though it was my first. There was no way I was going to let Zach mess it up for me.
I turned briskly on my heel, grabbed my bags, and headed for the door. "Coming?" I asked, expectantly, looking back at him as I opened the door.
Zach popped up, grabbed his stuff, and hurriedly caught up to me, matching my quick pace. "Galla- Kaylie," Zach caught himself, just as we rounded a corner, almost running into a large family. "Chill, please. I want to find answers just as bad as you do-"
"Then start acting like it," I cut him off, stepping into the elevator.
"Cammie," he used my name, not something he did often, seeing as we were alone, "You do know your dad wasn't alone on that mission, right?"
"Stop, please." I choked out, hating the topic we were back to.
"He had a partner. Do you know who that partner was?"
"Zach!" I was on the verge of tears.
Zach acted as if I hadn't spoken, "Alex Goode. We aren't just here to find your dad; we are here to find mine too. This mission means just as much to me as it does to you, Cam. Don't you dare doubt that, not for a second."
The elevator doors opened smoothly. "Sorry," I whispered, just loud enough for his spy ears to hear.
"I'm sorry too, Cam. For everything" He answered, at the same tone.
I figured the conversation was over, as we reached our friends, who were looking a bit impatient.
"Jordan! You aren't the only one who deserves time with your fiancée! We all want some too!" Liz told Zach in an accusing voice.
"Sorry, Ellie," he replied, holding up his hands in surrender.
"Let's not keep the shuttle waiting any longer," Grant said, grabbing some of Bex's many bags. All of the other guys followed suit. I gave Zach a small smile before walking ahead to the shuttle.
I sat by Bex, Mace and Lizzie, not wanting to be stuck with Zach, even though the ride was short. I had no idea what to say to him. Was it possible that I was falling for that cocky bastard who had his sweet moments? No way. Right?
No one really talked on the ride. I knew all of us girls were totally ready to 'spill', but there was no possible way we could, considering that the guys were within hearing distance.
Needless to say, I was relieved when we had reached the airport, and the awkward bus ride was through.
Of course, covers needed to be kept, so I soon found myself walking into the airport next to Zach.
"Tacos, anybody?" Grant asked, as we passed a Mexican food place, on our way to the gate. We all agreed, and luckily the guys chose to stay behind to get the food, so Macey, Liz, Bex and I headed for the gate together.
"Spill!" Bex, Mace and Liz said to me, the second we were settled.
"Alright," I said, as I told them the events of the past day or so.
"Cammie!" Mace squealed quietly, "He so likes you!"
"Really?" I said, questioning this odd statement of hers.
"Of course!" Bex said. Lizzie even nodded her head in agreement.
"Um… okay… Bex! You next!" I said, trying to get the attention of myself.
"Okay! Grant is so sweet! We took turns asking each other questions on the way to the hotel, and then he even offered to sleep on the couch!" Bex sighed, obviously happy of the said events.
Macey spoke up next, "Nick is amazing! We had the funniest time in the car, and then, in the hotel room, he admitted to liking me! So, we slept together! Not like that you pervs! Just like in the same bed," she giggled as the rest of us gasped. That must have been why she was so happy when I came over to their room for my stuff.
Three down, one to go. Macey, Bex and I all looked at Lizzie, as she tried to look away, but she eventually gave in. "Umm… Jonas and I talked about… um… how many codes we have cracked. And uh… then he said my firewall was really good and that I um… must be really smart to have gotten though his…" she stammered, while blushing madly.
"Oooh, Lizzie! That's amazing!" I told her with a huge smile.
"What's amazing?" a male voice, that sounded oddly like Nick asked from behind us.
"Um… nothing!" the four of us said quickly, too quickly. None of the guys believed us, but they didn't get the chance to complain, as a voice came on over the loud speaker.
Ladies and Gentleman, this is the first boarding call for Flight 88, on route to Miami, Florida.
AN: Four Chapters in the books. And in what, like five days? Review please! More reviews = even faster updates! Any ideas are welcomed, and apperciated! Thank you guys again!
Haters Gonna Hate,
~Kaylie~