Author's Note: Well hello everyone (: sorry I know I should be updating my other story but ive got writer's block and hopefully after this story my creative juices will start flowing again. Hope you enjoy this…strange…story :D BTW this has no relationship with my other story.

ZPOV

"What the hell?" I exclaimed as my eyes were un-blindfolded and I came face to face with pitch black darkness, which abruptly morphed into a blinding brightness with the flick of a switch.

"Well, hello Zachary," greeted a familiar voice.

"Macey? Is that you?" I asked.

"Who else?"

"Well sorry if I thought that you were some evil person, considering that you kidnapped me," I said, emphasizing the word "kidnapped".

"Well, sorry Goode, but seeing as you're dating Cammie, we, as in her best friends and Solomon, have a few, ahem tests for you," she said.

"What kind of tests?" I asked warily. This was not good. Three of the best spies at Gallagher and one of the best CIA operatives alive were planning on testing me. Crap.

"We just need to make sure that you really do love Cammie, and that you deserve her," Macey assured, "Nothing too bad."

"Yeah, sure, because the fact that I'm tied to a chair is no big deal," I replied sarcastically, "Speaking of which, where is everyone else?"

"Oh, they'll be here later, we're doing this interview in shifts."

"So now this is an interview? You should've told me sooner, I would've worn a suit."

"Oh, shut up," Macey snapped.

MPOV

Seriously, Goode was getting on my nerves, how Cammie puts up with him is beyond me, although it probably has something to do with the fact that his tongue is always down her throat. I was going to have fun with this "mission".

"Okay Goode, so the first part of this test is, in fact, an interview, I'm going to ask a series of questions and I want you to answer all of them. And remember, I'm a spy, I can tell when you're lying."

"Let's just finish this," he sighed, "I have a date with Cammie tonight, and if I bail, she's going to kill me."

"That's not a bad idea," I said, which made Zach glare at me, "Okay, moving on, the first question is going to be nice and simple. Zach, are you a virgin?"

ZPOV

Woah, she did not just ask me that. Figure that McHenry would get right to the point. "What happened to 'nice and simple'?" I asked.

"My question was like five words long, how much more simple could I have gotten? Now stop stalling and answer the question!"

"Fine, yes, I am a virgin," I answered truthfully.

"Okay, good, next question. Who was your first love?"

I thought about this, sure I had gone out with a bunch of girls, and one of them even lasted two whole years, but did I really care about her the way I do for Cammie? The answer was simple, no, I had never in my life felt as strongly about anyone as I do for Cammie, she's my first and only love. "Cammie," I told her, "She's my first and last." Macey nodded her approval and moved onto the next question.

"Have you ever thought about Cammie and, you know…" She trailed off, obviously too embarrassed to say the word.

"Know what?" I asked smirking.

"Don't make me say it Goode, you know what I mean," Macey said through gritted teeth.

"I really don't," I said, feigning innocence.

"Ugh! Have you ever masturbated while thinking about you and Cammie having sex or whatever?"

Macey's words painted a picture in my, Cammie, naked, with me on top of her, her hands tangled in my hair as she moaned my name, over and over again until they turned into screams of ecstasy—crap. I looked down at myself and noticed my growing arousal, as did Macey who burst into a fit of laughter.

"Try to keep your thoughts PG-13 while I'm in the room, could you Goode? And I'll take that as a yes to my question."

"Just get on with the next questions," I growled.

"Okay," Macey said in between giggles, "Um, let's see. Oh, here's one. How far have you gone with Cammie?"

I gave her a look. Really? Why would she want to know that, well then again, Macey had no limits. Oh hell, it was just McHenry, what's the worst she could do with this information? Give it to Cammie? Whatever, I'm pretty sure Cammie knows how far we've gone, you know, since she was there. "Fine, we've made out, a lot."

"And how clothed were you during these—events?"

"In our underwear, but I swear that's as far as we've gone. Why do you want to know anyways?"

"Sorry Zach, but Headmistress Morgan had a few questions she wanted me to ask since she couldn't be here herself," Macey explained, stifling a laugh. Crap, Cammie's mom was going to hear about this?

"Can I take back my answer?"

"Nope, sorry, but we're recording with a device Liz made for us." Damn, the only thing worse would be if Joe Solomon heard about this. "Liz and the others are hearing this all live, as we speak." Shit, Solomon's going to have me six feet under in no time.

"Are we almost done yet?" I asked, hoping that this interrogation would be over before I gave Solomon more reasons to shoot me.

"Yeah, one last question," Macey answered, her voice suddenly serious, "This is the most important question Zach, if there's any question you need to answer right, this is it."

"What would you give to protect Cammie?"

I didn't even have to think about this question, it was simple, obvious, "Everything, as long as Cammie's safe, my life, my heart, my dignity, none of it matters as long as she's okay."

Macey smiled at me, a sign of approval for my answer, and as she walked out of the room said, "Perfect answer, Goode. I think you've passed this round."

"You didn't really need to ask me all those other questions did you?"

"Nope," she called back, "but, I'm sure that Cammie will be thrilled to hear about this." She winked and added, "Good luck. Bex is next, you're going to need it."

BPOV

I walked into the bright room where Zach was tied to a chair and smiled. I was going to have so much fun with this. "Well hello Zach," I said.

"Hi to you too, Rebecca, what brings you here?" Ugh, I've only been with him for five seconds and he's already started to annoy me, Cammie must be really in love to put up with this jerk.

"Shut up Goode," I commanded, "So, seeing as Macey passed you for her part of the test, it's my job to tell you what will happen to you if you ever hurt Cammie in anyway. I've brought some pictures as examples."

"First, if you ever get Cammie drunk while she's underage, Mr. Solomon and I will give you a migraine so bad, you're going to wish you were hung over." Zach winced slightly at the thought of us teaming up against him.

"Second, if you ever try to push Cammie to do something she's not ready for, Mr. Solomon will make sure that little Zach-ies won't be running around in the future. Got it?"

ZPOV

"First, if you ever try to push Cammie to do something she's not ready for, Mr. Solomon will make sure that little Zach-ies won't be running around in the future. Got it?" Bex asked.

"I would never push Cammie for sex or whatever—" I argued.

"That's beside the point, these are merely scenarios, whether they become reality or not, is your choice," Bex said, pointing to the picture. It depicted me and Mr. Solomon, I was on the floor, holding my groin in pain, where as Mr. S was standing next to me laughing maniacally. Whoever drew this picture was really good, it looked exactly like us, which is really eerie.

"Next, if you cheat on Cammie, one, or all, of these three things will happen," Bex said, referring to her drawings.

"I would never—" I began to protest, but Bex cut me off.

"Yeah, I know you would never, but just shut up and listen to me, I'm just showing you what would happen if you did."

"Option number one, we will wax off every hair on that body of yours, and yes I do mean every hair." The picture showed an evil Macey and Bex standing on either side of me, in their hands strips of cloth slathered in hot wax, and me tied to a chair (similar to how I was now) completely hairless form head to toe ( I was wearing pants in the picture, but I'm assuming I was hairless down there also. Ouch.

"Option number two, we will dress you up as a girl, you know, glue on a wig, fake boobs, and put you in a skimpy dress, then bring in some horny hobo off the streets and let him to whatever he wants to you." This image will forever haunt me, it showed my head (plus a long blonde wig) on a female body with a huge chest and covered (barely) by a slutty dress and six inch hooker heels, pressed up against the wall by a dirty old man with an obvious erection as he felt up "my" chest.

"Option number three, now I'm just warning you, this is the worst option yet, we will put a video of Cammie crying her eyes out and make you watch until she runs out of tears, which I'm warning you could take days." Out of all the pictures I've seen, this is the one I fear the most. It was a picture of a TV screen that showed my Gallagher Girl (a perfect copy, every little detail was exact) sobbing on the floor, her face contorted with pain and agony. I had to look away from the screen.

"I doubt she would actually be in that much pain just because of me," I muttered.

"You really have no idea how much Cammie loves you, do you?" Bex asked, "You know, before you guys got together, Cammie thought about you all the time, she probably still does, obsessing over whether you liked her or not. Every day she would ask us over and over again if we thought you liked her, and when we said yes, she would deny it saying you were out of her league. She said that you could have any girl you wanted, so there was no way you would pick her. The question here, isn't whether she loves you, because I assure you she does, it's whether or not you love her. And you know what, I think you do."

I nodded my head, "No matter how cliché this sounds, I love her with everything I am."

"Good, now let's get on with this. If you ever break up with Cammie, I don't care how good the reason is, we will hunt you down and A) rip your heart out of your chest and break it, you know because you 'broke' Cammie's heart," Bex laughed at this, if you asked me, Baxter was having a little too much fun with this, "B) let Macey pull of all your toenails and then stick needles into all your major arteries and laugh as you slowly bleed to death, or C) Test out Dr. Fibs new skin eating viruses on you." Ugh, whoever drew these pictures is seriously too good at what they do, these images are disgusting, even for me.

"Finally, if you ever let anything happen to Cammie, we'll—" Her voice trailed off and I waited for her to finish the sentence, sure that if anything happened to Cammie because of me, nothing they'd do would be as bad as what I'd be doing to myself. "Actually, I don't think we'll need to think of a torture for you if that happens, I'm sure you'll be torturing yourself about it enough. Well, I guess that's it, just remember, you've been warned. And take good care of Cammie, you have my approval." Well, two down, two more to go.