A/N-Quite OOC this chapter oops, oh well she is supposed to be a normal teenage girl, so just bear with it.
Cammie POV:
Okay. So I had a terrorist group after me, and I was going to be sharing a room, and be guarded by a hot boy.
THIS DAY IS OFFICIALLY CRAZY!
As stupid as it seems, I didn't know what scared me more. Naturally, the former should have panicked me more, but I was in a secure school with, 100 spies in training and several ex-MI6 agents, so I was safe I suppose. Therefore, the latter scared me. I mean I don't exactly look great at the best of times, let alone when I've just woken up. Apparently he likes me, and also he is really hot, which just makes it even worse. What if I do something cringy! I mean really cringy. Like I fall out of bed. Or fall down the stairs. Or… well I don't know right now, but something really, really cringy could happen, but most things are probably me falling over. I do that a lot.
"Cammie."
What happens if I start liking him, and let's be honest, being with him all the time totally makes that a possibility. His smirk is annoying, but it's also kind of hot.
"Cammie."
Then I'll have to impress him, and look nice, and not do cringy things, and not fall over, and –
"CAMMIE!"
Oh Zach is talking to me. Okay that was slightly embarrassing that I didn't realise he was calling me – but to be fair, I've only had that name for like 7 hours, cut me some slack.
"Oh sorry, yeah?" I replied.
"Our room is number 57. Go and grab your stuff, and I'll meet you back here."
I told the girls what had happened. But only told Bex, Liz and Macey about Zach's mom (I figured he didn't want everyone knowing.) and about our new arrangements.
Reactions I'd received from the girls (and the rest of my year, who had conjugated in my (old?) room.
Bex got violent. 'I'm going to kill her. No joke. I'm going to kill her. I've heard about her and all her evil. She's going to die. Seriously, I bet she's still on the island. I'm going to find her and her minions. Liz, pass me my knife, my slingshot, any ammunition you can find, and a body bag.' That just scared me – remind me not to get on the wrong side of her.
Liz got protective (as in locks – not threatening). 'Please. You need way more than just my lock. You need my ultimate lock. It's got retinal scanners, body scanners and DNA identification. Also I'll add my knock out gas if someone tries to get in. I'll put my locks on the windows too. Also I'll put minor bombs that I made under the lawns so if she comes I can set them off. They're only small, so she shouldn't die.' Okay this girl was clever, she'd made locks, knock out gas and bombs. That shouldn't kill her. I think 'shouldn't' is the key word. There is a possibility of death.
Tina tried to get gossip. 'Is that because while you were working for the CIA, you killed half their workforce with a machete?' I don't even know where she got that idea.
Eva and Anna worried. 'Does this mean the rest of us are in danger?' I didn't know.
Macey got girly. 'Two weeks alone with Zach? Then another three, just with the edition of Bex? Oh my gosh, I need to get you new clothes, cute pyjamas, and I need to teach you how to do your makeup and hair. You have to look nice for him, because who knows what could happen!' I really did, need help on how to do that. She also squealed with excitement, making her reaction even more different to everyone else's.
An hour later, I had got all of my stuff (and half of Macey's – she has a lot, about 9 cases!) and was making my way to mine and Zach's room. I opened the door and saw Zach stood in a towel (JUST a towel – someone hold me! His muscles and defined 8 pack were to die for!) With wet hair, and water droplets all over him. WOW! I wasn't expecting that.
"Um… S-sorry, the girls had a lot of questions. I'll just – um – I'll just u-unpack I guess." I stuttered. Okay, start the list of embarrassing things to happen around Zach. I walked over to what I assumed was my bed, opened my cases and started to unpack. I was going through some of the things Macey had given me and saw some 'pyjamas' and 'underwear'. The underwear – if you could call it that – was see through, and very small, as in hardly covered anything. The 'pyjamas' were also see though. There were VERY short, lacey Victoria's secret night gowns, which were very sultry. I pulled them up and just tried to get my head round the fact they were classed as pyjamas, when Zach decided to pipe up.
"That's nice, I'm sure however, it would look a whole lot nicer on." I turned to see him sat on his bed, still in his towel, with a huge grin plastered on his face while he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I-I-I, umm, it's Macey's, she gave it to me." Smooth.
"Ah, McHenry wanted you to impress me."
"Uh... I don't – I don't know"
He started to chuckle at my nervous state. Great. "You should get to bed – todays been a bit hectic."
I guess I didn't realise how tiered I was until he said that. And with that I did the biggest yawn I think I've done in my life. He just smirked at me. Oh gosh.
I found some of my own pyjamas, got changed in the bathroom and went straight into bed – just praying that I wouldn't fall out or get kidnapped.