Chapter 1: memories

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Cammie POV

Eleven years ago

"Go AWAY Zach."

"You know you like me."

"Eww!" Bex and Liz chose that moment to break into the chant. "Cammie and Zaach sitting in a tree..." I covered my ears.

"Noo! If anything, he likes me. He doesn't seem to leave me alone." Zach stuck his tongue out.

"Girls are nasty. They're weak and they cry every time they get a boo-boo." I interrupted his ranting by slugging him in the gut.

"Apparently, not the girls you know."

Nine years ago

"I hate him!" I dropped my backpack on the floor. My mom rubbed my back.

"What did he do?" "We playing baseball..."

"Honey," my mom looked at me. "You can't get upset every time he beats you at something.

"I wouldn't be mad, except for that. He beats me EVERYTIME." I huffed.

"You shouldn't get mad at your friends so easily." Was Zach my friend? For some reason, I didn't know the answer. "One day, if you have to leave them or if you never see them again."

"Why would I have to leave them? You mean if we, like, move?" My mom, Rachel Morgan, took a deep breath.

"Cammie, I have something to tell you."

I sat on my bed later that day, thinking about all of the new information. My mom and dad were spies... Even so, "..." was what was running in a continuos loop through my head. Why did I care? He was annoying and arrogant. He was and would always be better than me at everything, no matter how hard I tried. It was disgusting how all of the girls in class had a crush on him. I'd be glad to get rid of him. Why did my chest feel so empty then? Somehow, that seemed to be the biggest question of the day.

Seven years ago

I huffed and puffed as she touched the tree. "You.. cheated." Zach was leaning against his trunk smiling.

"Nope. You're just slow." I gritted my teeth.

"Rematch." Zach smirked. "Gallagher Girl, we could race until the end of time and you still wouldn't win." "Come on, Zachy! Please." I knew how much he hated that nickname, which is exactly why I used it. I made a puppy face at him and he looked away. Hmmm. I wonder... "Please. " I whined again.

"You know I hate being called Zachy." But was barely a mumble. "Fine. 'll race again." I hugged him spontaneously. Where did that come from? Stranger was the fact that he hugged my back and ruffled my hair. It was only for a moment. Then he grimaced theatrically and ran down the hill yelling

"Come on! You wanted to race, didn't you?"

For a long time, all I would remember of that day was Zach beating me in a race and cheating when we did a rematch. Sometimes I would faintly remember a hug, but then dismiss it as my imagination. God help us the day Zach Goode decides to be nice to Cammie Morgan. At least, that's what I thought until that fateful Cov Ops mission.

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