AN: Sorry, Sorry, Sorry. Finals freaking suck. But they are done after this week, so I will update much faster after that! So sorry again!
Black-Reaper-God: No worries, I'm not insulted. Thank you so much for telling me! I have never been the best at adding all the details ever. I have worked on it a lot the past few years, but it is still not the best. I tryed to add more this chapter! Thanks again!
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Hi: Thanks, and sorry. I added some cuss words to help show how made Cammie was at Zach. I sometimmes do use hell and ass, but I never use the really bad ones liek f**k sh** and n***a. That will be the worst chapter though. Thanks!
Who'sThatChick: Thanks, like always! I love your idea with the guy, so I think I'm going to use it in probably Chapter 9, if its cool with you.(: I listened to some of the songs I didn't know, and they were pretty awesome. Lets just say i used up my iTunes gift cards very quickly. :D Thanks agian!
So, no one got the story name :'(. But... I found it! It's called Interview With A Spy by Kiwiosity. I recommend it very much.
I think I may deticate this Chapter to myself, seeing as I was the one who found it... Just kidding(: Chapter Eight is dedicated to anyone who has reviewed!
The way Zach's hands massaged the platinum blonde dye into my hair was one of the best feelings I had ever felt in my life. They way his fingers moved in slow circles made me want to moan in pleasure. But, I didn't. Spies know how to control themselves. I know how to control myself.
"Take your clothes off," I heard Zach's voice from behind me.
"What the hell, Zach? I'm not taking off my clothes!" I hissed at the boy behind me, resisting the urge to slap him.
"Dirty minded much, Gallagher Girl?" I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, "You have to wash the dye out of your hair. In the shower." He said, as if I was the stupid one.
"Ugh," I muttered, quickly standing up. He dropped my hair at this sudden movement, and I felt a strand of the foamy, stiff, newly dyed hair fall onto my back of my neck.
"Leave," I told him in an edgy voice.
"C'mon, Gallagher Girl, you owe me," he said, folding his arms over his chest, resting on the wooden door frame that lead back to the suite.
"You didn't give me much of a choice. I would have much preferred to put that dye in my hair without your assistance." I pointed out.
"That hurts, Gallagher Girl… right here," Zach said, with a point to his heart.
I rolled my eyes at him, holding back a small smile. I walked towards him, my bare feet feeling good on the cool marble tiling. "Zach," I said, in a sweet voice that I rarely had to break out.
"Hmm," he said, looking me up and down. I wanted to shrink, and hide from his intense gaze, but I held my ground.
I leaned in, putting my hands on Zach's chest, trying to be a bit seductive, but most likely failing miserably. As soon as Zach let down his guard the slightest bit, I shoved him backwards, making him stumble out of the bathroom almost tripping over his own feet. If he had, that would have been a great thing to have on tape; blackmail.
"Out," I said, with a smug grin on my face, not at all trying to rub in the fact that I had beat him at his own game.
Zach looked at me for a few seconds before walking towards the balcony, grinning and shaking his head the whole time.
Smiling to myself, I closed and locked the door, just for good measure. I did, however, doubt he would go to the extent of picking the lock, so I refrained from moving something in front of the door.
I quickly turned on the shower and hopped in. Too bad this shower liked to be really hot when you first turn it on. The second I made it under the scorching water, I let out a huge yelp that probably startled Zach, seeing as I heard a loud thump coming from the other room.
I couldn't help but wish I could have seen what I assumed was Zach falling off the couch in surprise.
"Cam, you alright?" I heard Zach right outside the door. I could have sworn I heard a little worry in his voice, but, I mean; come on. It's Zachary Goode we are talking about here. He doesn't do feelings.
"Uh, yeah," I said, in a horse voice. I had no idea why my voice sounded like that.
"What happened?" he asked, and I was now positive I heard worry.
"The water… was hot," I muttered, fearing his witty comeback.
"She may be able to take down guys three times the size of her, but Cameron Ann Morgan crumples when she comes face to face some hot water…" He sounded like a reporter thinking of a good title for the headline story.
"You are such a jerk!" I yelled, not liking the insult.
"Is that all you got, Gallagher Girl? Jerk? Man, that hurts me so much," There was no way that Zach wasn't smirking right now.
I played it safe, and chose not to answer him as I washed the conditioner out of my newly blonde hair.
"No comeback, Gallagher Girl?" Zach teased. His voice was a bit quieter, meaning he had to be walking away when he said that.
My mind and body had a quick fight over turning off the water; as my mind knew I needed to get out, but my body was afraid of how cold it would be once the water was shut off.
Finally, I had the courage to turn off the water. As always, the first few seconds were the coldest, but my body quickly adjusted to the change in temperature. Wrapping one of the way too tiny white towels they give you around my body, I stepped out into the steamy bathroom.
I couldn't even see my platinum blonde hair in the mirror, seeing as it was fogged up with steam from my hot shower. I used my right hand to wipe away some of the moisture off of the mirror.
I let out a small gasp in surprise as soon as I saw my reflection. The very platinum blonde dye that was now in my hair looked so… weird. I have always had dirty blonde hair, just lighter than brown. I looked so... off. There was no other way to put it.
Even though my hair was wet, it was still super light. I couldn't even bring myself to think of the color it would be once it had dried.
Sighing, I looked around the nicely furnished bathroom. My eyes stopped on something I didn't think cruise lines usually supply; colored contacts. They had to be for me, seeing as they were hazel, the color Zach had vaguely mentioned while he was dying my hair.
Quickly, I popped them in, not liking the feeling. But we did learn how to put them in at Gallagher, of course.
I looked in the mirror again, looking at the transformation. I looked different. Hopefully different enough to fool the Circle and Zach's… mother.
With one last glance in the mirror, I took my towel off to use it to dry my hair. The blonde hair was still my hair… it felt the same. But, it gave me a whole new look… a more noticeable look. I never thought I would say it, but I think I kind of liked it. I just hoped it wasn't going to make me stand out in a crowd, or get people to stare at me. I really don't like that.
Once my hair felt dry enough, I turned to grab my clothes, only to realize I only had the dress I wore out to dinner. I sighed, picked it up, and reluctantly headed out to get some real clothes.
I heard the sounds of football coming from the T.V. It was the Chicago Bears at the Denver Broncos (AN: Watching that game as I write this :D). I defiantly wanted the Bears to win, and see how Zach was cursing the Broncos quarterback, Tim Tebow, he did too.
"How the hell do you drop that damn ball!" (AN: What my brother is saying… I have some good inspiration in my family :P) he yelled, as the Bulls turned the ball over to Denver in overtime.
Zach probably didn't notice me, as he was too focused on the game. I snuck up behind him, as he was facing away from me. I put my lips right next to his ear and yelled really loud "Boo!"
You should have seen how high Zach jumped. Sadly, I wasn't taping it, and he didn't scream like a little girl like I was hoping he would.
"What was that for, Gallagher Girl?" he asked, his cheeks slightly turning pink. It wasn't much, but it was there! What a day, Zachary Goode blushing.
"You," I began, heading for the bedroom, "Need to be more observant."
"Where are you going?" Zach asked me, following me to the bed.
"To get some clothes," I said, slowly, laying my dress on the bed so it wouldn't wrinkle. Macey would have my head if it did.
"Oh, you don't need clothes," Zach said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Zach," I groaned, annoyed with his games.
"Seriously, Gallagher Girl, you don't. Macey has the clothes we need," he told me, no longer in a joking mood.
"And why is that?" I asked him.
"Didn't you hear," he said, throwing an arm over my shoulder, "The Circle's big meeting is tonight."
I shrugged out from under him, and took a few steps away, nearly tripping over my open suitcase.
"Not much of a hugger, now are we Gallagher Girl," he said, with a smirk; repeating what he said the first time we meet.
"Um, yeah… What is the plan for the Circle meeting?" I asked him.
"Well, we should go find out, now shouldn't we?" he said with a smirk.
"Um, okay. Leave so I can change," I asked him, nicely.
"Nah, I think you should go. Just. Like. That." He jabbed a finger at my body that was only covered by a tiny white towel.
"Zach," I said, in the most serious voice I could muster.
"Fine, fine," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. He walked out, closing the door behind him. I rushed over, and locked it for good measure. After a quick bug check, with came up empty handed, I pulled out some sweats and a tank top, and slipped into them. I headed to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, and bean brushing my hair.
"Gallagher Girl, time to go, we are late!" I heard Zach say through the door.
"Coming!" I yelled back. With a quick look in the mirror at my disguise, I met up with Zach at the door.
"Um… what is with your eyes?" I asked him, looking not into his stunning emerald green ones, but into beautiful dark blue orbs.
"You are not the only one who has to change your appearance," he told me, in all seriousness, "Let's go," Zach put his arm around my waist, and opened the door for me.
There was no one in the hall, so we were able to whisper about the mission freely, but carefully. "Why didn't you dye your hair?" I asked him.
"I did," he told me, "Before the mission."
"Oh," I said, with a small giggle, seeing as an elderly couple had just turned into the hall.
Zach rasped his knuckles against the door of Macey and Nick's suite, as the couple made their way past us.
"My, my, my…" the old woman said, stopping near us, "You two are the cutest couple I have ever seen in my eighty three years. Are you courting?" she asked us. Luckily, we knew that that meant 'dating'.
"Engaged," Zach said, throwing a cute lop-sided smile my way.
The woman was about to respond, but Macey opened the door, saving us. "Kaylie, Jordan! What took you guys so long?" she asked us. The old lady took this as her cue to leave.
Macey ushered us into the room, where the others were waiting.
"You guys are late," Lizzie accused us, as we took our seats around the pile of spy stuff in the middle of the room.
"Sorry, Cam just couldn't get enough alone time with me," Zach said, with his smirk.
I rolled my eyes, and hit his arm, hard. "So, what do we have to do?"
Bex spoke up, explaining the mission, "So, you and Zach are going to be watching the meeting from the upper level of the auditorium where no one will be. Grant and I will be in the crowd, because Jonas was able to get us exact copies of the 'tickets' needed to get in. Liz and Jonas will be in here, listening through comms. Macey and Nick will form a distraction to get into the auditorium. Any questions?"
"No," Zach and I said in unison.
"Okay, let's go," Nick said, tossing me and Zach each a bundle of black clothes and a comms unit.
He headed for the door with Bex, Macey and Grant on his tail.
Zach wrapped his arm around my waist as we followed them out the door. "Ready for the most important night of your life, Gallagher Girl?" he whispered to me.
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~Kaylie~