Chapter 1

[A/N Okay! so this is my first EVER story!:) I tried my best, but I had one hour to do this! I thought off the top of my head and tried to make a good story! Definitely not a one-shot, since I have already written my next 2 chapters! But I'm a die-hard Zammie Fan! Just give me 2 reviews, and I'm uploading the next chapter:) I promise Zach will be in it! Love you guys, Allie!:)]

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I ran away. From home, from my friends. And from Zach. I knew I had to do it. It was the only way I could help the ones I loved most. Especially Zach. I missed his smirk, the loving warmth his green eyes showed. If only I could see him one last time to tell him not to worry and that…I loved him.

I walked around Town Square in New York City, where thousands of everyday tourists wandered. I was focused on the people that surrounded me. As my hands were growing numb from the cold, I quickly rubbed them together to make them work again. That one second was all it took. "Crap," I muttered when I noticed a man. Not only was it the best place for me to hide, it was the best place for CoC members to follow me. I ran around a block and sprinted across the street. Taking a napotine patch from my pocket, I positioned myself behind a parked car and as soon as the tail turned, looking around to where I went, I slapped it on his forehead. Cammie you can do this, I thought to myself. I quickly picked up the pace and dashed farther away, in case there were any other operatives. I glanced around hoping there wasn't anyone else dangerous watching me.

So far, so good. And that's when I realized I didn't know where I was going. Good thing I borrowed a bit of cash from Zach before I left. That thought left me dangling. Would he come after me, would he ever forgive me? I checked into a hotel, since I'd rather stay somewhere clean, even if it was only for one night.

"Hello, I'm Jamie Johnson. I'd like a room just for tonight," making up a cover as I went.

"Yes, we have one room left. Would you like to pay cash or check?" the hotel clerk asked.

"That's great. And uh, cash would be fine." I reached into the small purse I brought with me and pulled out 3 hundred dollar bills. Our fingers brushed as I gave him the money and I looked up at him.

"Here's your room card. Just slide it in the card machine on your door and it will open up. Have a nice night at the Hilton hotel." He smiled nervously at me and handed me the card.

"Thanks," I said, suspicious. I hurriedly turned around and went up the stairs hunting for my room. As I peered down at the clerk's desk, I saw him frantically picking up his phone and talking to someone. Being a spy, it was an instinct to listen to their conversation.

"Yes, she's here. Room 309," he whispered. I took one look and ran to my room. Making sure to lock it as I went, I changed and took a shower. Will they ever leave me alone? At least everyone I cared about would be safe. That's when Zach came to my mind. I grabbed my phone off the table where I put it when I came in and looked at his number in my contacts list. Should I call him and tell him where I was? My mind was made up. I had to not be selfish so I put my phone back on the table and plopped down on the couch. I manually turned on the TV, and watched the newest episode of Vampire Diaries. So busy, and I finally get some time to myself, I thought. When the show finished, I peeked at the clock and decided to go to bed. In the morning, it would be time to run. Again. I crawled into bed and thought about Zach once more. He wouldn't forgive me for doing this to him, would he? Pathetically, I closed my eyes and drifted away.

I woke up with a start and grabbed my things, checking out of the hotel, desperate to get away. I fast walked and after a while slowed down. My chest heaved up and down from my heavy breathing and I waited, looking around. There was a boy, about my age, with green eyes and blonde hair. Zach? I thought. But no, it couldn't have been him, for Zach had dark hair. I turned away from the boy and casually strolled down the sidewalk, still cautious. Since I was unprepared and didn't know the street well, I ended up walking into a dead end. It was then that someone grabbed my waist. I threw him over my shoulder and looked at his face. It was the same boy I had seen before, with blonde hair and green eyes. I knew there was something different about him!

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~Allie Goode