Life as a spy makes everything ten times more complicated. Trust me.
For those of you girls out there: you think reading guys is hard? Spy boys are harder.
Being a spy girl doesn't make things any easier. There are so many things you have to do: lie, cheat, fake, break promises, tell half-truths, and, through it all, stay strong. Breaking down isn't an option. To top it all off, I seem to have especially bad luck in the guy department. I don't know if it's because I'm a spy, a girl, or because I'm me, Cammie. Cammie the chameleon, unseen by everybody. Except, when I do get seen, it always ends up badly.
It's happened to me one too many times – enough times to make me decide that maybe being unseen is better than being seen. In cases like these, someone ends up with a broken heart. So far, that person's been me.
That's the reason, I think, that I've put so many walls up. Walls are hard to break down. Most people don't care enough to break them down. It deters a lot of them – if you aren't easy, they give up. Yet, out of all the people who've ever come into contact with my walls, one person has been able to do it so easily, to slip through with just one smirk, one word, one kiss.
Zach.