AN: Well, it's been two weeks, hasn't it? But, I finally got the next Chapter, and I'd say it is a pretty good one! In Chapter Twelve, you'll get to learn more about Blake! Yay!

And, if you guys would be so kind, you all should read my new SongFic, Back Home. It's to Gym Class Hero's Ass Back Home ft. Neon Hitch. And, please review and tell me what you think of my first SongFic!

pigeonfollower: Thanks so much! My boyfriend mainly helped me on the things Zach thought during the situations he was in. I really had no idea how a boy would think, so he gave me some ideas and pointers. Thanks again!

: Thanks so much! You are super duper lucky to get to see the ball drop every year, I only get to see it on TV. Hahah, thanks again, and thanks for being my 100th review!

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GenuineQT: Thank you so much! I'm glad you thought Zach was perfectly perfect! That is so cool that you got to go to Australlia! I've never been there, but I did go to New Zealand a few years ago! For some reason I think celebrations always seem cooler in other countries... There is no way I'd ever be able to camp out for twelve hours, so I give you props for that! Thanks again!

Who'sThatChick: Hahah, thanks so much! I really like brownies... :D. I'm super pumped up that you thought Zach was good and not OOC. To be honest, I had no idea how to make him think. But, thanks! And don't you worry, this whole Chapter is in Blake's POV and has a bit of his past, including his special someone. (; So, thanks again!

I would like to dedicate this chapter to every single one of my reviewers! Thanks for getting me to 100 reviews! It makes me feel special! :D Thanks again you guys! Here is Chapter Twelve!

POV: Blake Christopher Warner

I can't remember a time that I wasn't a part of the Circle of Cavan. I wasn't recruited like some, I was born into it. My father had been in the Circle himself from the time he was only eight, and that meant that Jared, my brother, and I would be part of the Circle of our entire lives.

Jared wasn't like me, and sometimes I wonder how we are even related. He is a pure assassin at heart, much like my father. Jared is one of the best in the Circle of Cavan, behind only Austin Goode, his best friend.

Austin was worse than Jared, probably because when he was born, both his mother and father were both working solely for the Circle. Mine and Jared's mother wasn't a spy, ever. Not even close, she was a nurse. A nurse my father met on a mission and then fell in love with. Once she learned who he was, however, she left. She wanted to take us, but she couldn't. We were too young, and my father would have an easier time finding her, and most likely killing her. I haven't seen my mom to this day.

Austin's father had become a double agent at some point after Austin was already born. No one knew exactly when he became one, but they estimated it was just before his other son, Zach, was born. That's why Zach was never the assassin everyone thought he would be. Zach had some good in him, and he got out.

When he got out, it gave me hope. Hope that I could make it out too. I tired, but Zach was better than me. We had known that since we were little. Whenever we would spar, he won. He always was better than me. He was good enough to get out; I wasn't.

For almost a decade, I haven't seen my old best friend, and it seems as if he hasn't changed much. There is one thing, though. You can tell he is falling in love. With Cameron Ann Morgan, of all people: the girl that his mother and brother are trying to kidnap. But, there is no doubt in my mind he is head over feet for her.

I can't blame him, of course. Cammie is beautiful. Probably the second most beautiful girl I have ever met. Second to her.

A few years ago, I had a mission: to kill the more powerful one of the two Senators of California. Jackson Huntington. 'How?' you may ask. It's simple, get close to his daughter, Amber Lynn Huntington. That would get me into the house, and then it would be an easy kill. To be honest, I fell in love with Amber. But, I'll never be seeing her again. Still, over the past few years, I have never once been able to get her out of my head. All I can hope is that she still remembers me and can forgive me. But that is a hard task, seeing as I can't even forgive myself.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket; a warning that it was time to go meet Zach, Cammie and their mission partners for breakfast. As I walked, I made sure to come up with a few scenarios to tell the Circle, if a member saw me with 'civilians.'

As I walked into the buffet restaurant, I locked eyes with Zach almost immediately. He was with Cammie and six other people our age. I made my way over and sat at the empty spot at the head of the table. I could see all eight of the spies.

Zach cleared his through, "Guys, uh, this is my old friend, Blake Warner." Everyone had a look on their eyes which told me that Zach had already told them all about me.

Zach continued, pointing to himself, "I'm Jordan," he said, emphasizing his cover name. I made sure to listen as the rest of them began telling me their names. I mentally made a note to be very careful to always call Cammie by hers, no matter what.

She was next. With a small smile she said, "Kaylie."

A girl with caramel skin who looked like an exotic dancer was next, "Natalie."

The boy next to her, obviously her boyfriend gave me a slight glare, "Jace."

"Ellie," A small girl with light blonde hair said.

After her was a boy with dark hair and glasses, "Trevor," he said quietly.

Next to him was Macey McHenry. Being in the Circle doesn't mean that we don't watch the news. So we knew that the idiot reports believed the Circle was after her rather than Cammie. Macey looked like a supermodel, none the less, with straight black hair and piercing blue eyes. But, she wasn't my type. "Tiffany," she stated, looking bored.

The boy next to her had his arm wrapped around her waist, "Caden," he stated, in an unpleasant tone.

I nodded to each of them in turn when they told me their cover names, and our table fell silent again.

"So, Blake," Jace began, breaking the awkward silence, "Give us one good reason why we should trust you." Hmm, trust issues? But, I didn't blame him; after all, my father was leading the Circle of Cavan alongside Cassandra Goode.

"If I really was working solely for the Circle," I began in a low tone. They were spies, after all, so I knew they could hear me, "Cammie would be locked up in some Circle base being questioned right now."

Zach's jaw tightened and he wrapped his arm around Cammie's waist. More proof that he loved her. Zachary Goode lost his father, mother and brother. I knew there was no way he would be able to cope with himself if he lost another person he loved. He had been my best friend for ten years, after all.

"I believe him," Ellie, the petite blonde girl said in a quiet voice, throwing me a small smile.

The boy next to her, Trevor, nodded and looked over to Zach. Everyone else seemed to do the same, putting their faith in him.

Zach nodded curtly, and looked me straight in the eyes, "Listen, Blake. We all trust you on this. As much as I don't want to, I know we have no other choice. Don't make us regret our decision. And if you do, I swear to god, I will f*cking murder you."

I knew he wasn't kidding when he said that he would kill me, but I was grateful they were putting some faith in me for the time being.

"Oh, I believe you," I said, cocking an eyebrow, "And I don't think that will be happening any time soon," I stated, confident.

"You better hope so. I don't think you're going to want it to end up like last time," Zach said, smirking. I hadn't seen it on him for a long time. "If I can remember correctly, I believe it ended with you running away crying," he added.

"I was not crying," I stated, throwing Zach a glare.

"Ah… so, you were just sweating from your eyes then?" Two things haven't changed with Zach. One: His smirk. Two: His smartass comebacks. I heard the others laugh, and I felt a little blood rushing up to my cheeks.

"C'mon, we were ten! What else do you do when your 'best friend' roundhouse kicks you in the face and then knees you in the gut?"

Zach smirked again, and Cammie took this chance to speak up, "Hey, when Bex does that to me I want to cry, even now," she said truthfully.

"But Cam, that's just because it's Bex," Macey, or should I say Tiffany, said with a triumphant look on her face.

I grinned, along with everyone at the table, excluding Zach. I've known Zach for the first ten years of my life, so I knew what he looked like when he was pissed off. And right now, he was pissed off.

"I could send you into next month with just one punch, McHenry," he nearly growled in a low voice. Trust me when I say Zach does not like to be insulted.

"Z-Jordan," Cammie warned, putting her hand on Zach's chest, trying to calm him. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of pain in my heart as memories I had tried so desperately to push to the back of my mind resurfaced.

*Flashback*

Malibu Beach in the evening was probably the second most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life; second only to the girl sitting next to me, of course. Amber's light brown hair seemed to sparkle randomly, as it caught light from the setting sun in front of us.

"It's beautiful," She murmured, using her free hand, the one not intertwined with my own, to gesture to the sun. It was only half visible, as it met the Pacific Ocean. The rays of orange, yellow, pink and purple made this moment even more surreal.

"Not as beautiful as you," I responded, looking into the depths of her turquoise eyes.

She smiled at me, about to say something, when a scoff cut her off.

We looked up to see a boy, our age standing by our picnic basket, which lay by our feet. He flicked his black hair slightly to the left, reveling odd violet looking eyes, set on Amber. "C'mon, baby you can do better than that," he gestured at me. The boy was obviously drunk seeing as his words were slurred.

"Caleb! What are you doing here? Are you drunk?" Amber said, almost sounding worried. I felt a pang of jealously, but it was quickly replaced with rage.

"Let's get outta here, babe," he said, reaching for Amber's arm.

She pulled away, a look of disgust on her face. "Leave, Caleb! It's been two months, how long does it take for you to understand that it is over?"

"No, I love you, baby. C'mon, let's go back to my place, sexy," the boy, Caleb, responded, reaching for her again.

To put it simply, I was pissed. In a quick motion I flung my left fist, my weak hand, right into Caleb's jaw.

I could hear Amber gasp from beside me as Caleb fell backwards, a small amount of blood dripping out of his mouth.

"Get out of here!" I growled as he tried, in vain, to stand back up. I raised my fist again, but something stopped me.

No, it was defiantly not morals. I grew up without any morals. It was more of a someone that stopped me. A small hand that I knew almost as well as my own rested on my chest. "Blake, don't," she whispered. I could sense the fear in her soft voice.

Caleb had finally stood up, but I sent him a hard glare, and he stumbled off into the night.

I turned to Amber, and pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry," I whispered in her ear, as she hugged me back.

A few second later, Amber pulled back, "It's alright, Blake. That douche bag had it coming his way for a long time.

I gave her a small smile, and quickly pulled her in for a small kiss, trying to savor that beautiful moment with the girl of my dreams for as long as I could.

*Flashback Over*

I snapped out of my daze as I heard a laugh. An all too familiar laugh, if you ask me. One I hadn't heard for a long time. All eight of the spies at my table were laughing, but I knew it wasn't any of them. They didn't have that laugh.

My eyes flew to my left, were I had first heard the laugh. I quickly searched the crowd for those turquoise eyes I had fallen so in love with.

In a few seconds, my eyes meet two other pair of eyes. The hope I had felt of a few moments quickly vanished as the two began making their way towards where I was sitting.

The worst part? I knew those eyes. One pair was a chocolate brown, much like my own. The others were a bright emerald green. It was none other than Jared Warner and Austin Goode.

AN: :O I wonder what will happen next... and I bet you do to, so please review and you'll find out! :D

Thanks for reading and don't forget to read and review my SongFic; Back Home. Please? Thanks! (;

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~Kaylie~