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{Cammie}

First day of the semester and I already had organic chemistry homework.

It was a bit of a relief to be back on a normal schedule again. The break had seemed like some kind of strange dream, something someone else had gone through and not me. I'd lost my virginity, lost my boyfriend, and been kissed by a rock star.

At least some things always stayed the same—like homework. I had a tough class schedule this semester, and I needed to make sure that I stayed on top of everything. There was an introductory study session later tonight that I couldn't decide if I wanted to go to or not. Would it be better to get involved from the get-go or to try to do everything myself…like normal?

A knock at the door kept me from deciding. My heart rate shot through the roof as I wondered if today would be the day that I'd have to face Zach. I'd decided that I would do it this weekend. I'd let him tell me he's moved on and break my heart this weekend.

Bex came out of her room and jumped when she saw me. "I thought you were going to a study session?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I decided not to."

Macey and Liz appeared a second later. They were equally surprised to find me sitting in the dining room, and they shot questioning looks at Bex.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're having some people over to watch a movie," Macey said.

"Some people…as in?"

Liz sighed. "I invited Jonas over. We saw a lot of each other over break, and well, I guess we're kind of together."

I just stared at my friends. Jonas…and that probably meant Grant and Aaron and…

I shot out of my seat. "Are you saying Zach is going to be in our house?"

"No!" Macey and Bex shouted at once.

Liz was shaking her head. "We told them not to bring him, but we thought you'd be gone."

"You can't just hide this stuff from me! I don't want to be blindsided that his friends are going to be here in our house!" I started packing up all of my papers and throwing the stuff into my backpack.

The guys started knocking again, and Macey rushed over to answer it.

Bex gave me a pleading look. "Please don't freak out about this."

"Freak out? Why would I freak out? It's every day that my roommates invite over my…whatever. This is stupid," I grumbled. "Fuck Zach Goode."

Bex's eyes softened and she opened her mouth to speak, but our conversation was cut off as Jonas, Aaron, and Grant walked into our apartment. They looked pretty shocked to see me there as well, so the girls must have said I'd be gone. Well, lucky for them, I was leaving.

"Hey, Cammie," Jonas said cordially.

I nodded my head at him and then continued to pack up.

The group moved to the living room, and I stomped into my bedroom to find my boots. When I'd returned, they were all cuddled up together. Bex was sitting on Grant's lap on the couch. Liz had her head on Jonas's shoulder. Macey and Aaron were sitting side-by-side. I wondered how much Macey knew about Aaron and Sydney, but I wasn't going to be petty and bring it up right now.

After grabbing my pea coat off the back of the chair, I put it on and threw my backpack over it.

"Hey, Cammie?" Aaron said.

Our eyes met across the room.

"Yeah?"

Jonas sat up straight. "Aaron, no."

"Shut up, Jonas. No one else is going to talk about it."

I resolutely stood there, wondering what the hell they were talking about.

"So, are you going to talk to Zach?"

"It's not like he wants to talk to me."

"Really?" Aaron asked incredulously. "That's the line of reasoning you're going with?"

"What else am I supposed to think?" I asked, feeling frustration turning to anger. "If Zach wants to talk to me, he knows where to find me."

"Maybe you should remind him. He's been acting like a fucking idiot since you left, and he might have forgotten." Aaron sighed and shook his head. "We've been trying to get signed for years, and now that we're this close, Zach is talking about quitting because he's so fucked-up about your relationship. Maybe think that over, and stop being so selfish."

My mouth dropped open. "Selfish? He cheated on me!"

"Not the way we've heard the story," Jonas piped up. "I think you have a lot of things to talk about."

I glared at them, and then at my friends who sat there silently while their boy-toys blamed me for everything. I shook my head, suddenly too overwhelmed to even try. "Have a good movie night. Don't wait up for me," I sneered before leaving and slamming the door behind me.

Everything that the guys had said was swirling about in my mind. Zach was thinking about quitting BlackThorne? Why the hell would he do that? He loved the band and his brothers and everything about music. It simply couldn't be about me. That made no sense.

And the guys had said that he hadn't cheated. I'd been there on New Year's. Donovan and Max had told me that he'd gone off with someone else, and he'd never messaged me. I'd never messaged him…but still. It seemed likely with Zach's track record. Did the guys just not know he'd slept with someone on New Year's?

God, there are too many things to think about! I didn't want to go rushing over to Zach's house like a dog with my tail between my legs, but the few weeks of us being apart had felt like an eternity, and at this point, there was so much that needed to be said.

Deciding that O-Chem took precedence over my floundering love life, I drove to the library on campus. I found the study group easily, but I stopped myself from joining them at the last minute. Not only did I not want to have to deal with teaching the group instead of actually learning anything myself…but Tina was with them.

Her bleached hair was in a braid over her shoulder, and she was tugging on it as she flirted with some guy from our class. Disgust washed over me. Did the girl never stop?

I hated that I kept seeing her…that I would continue to see her. We had organic chemistry together, as well as molecular biology and calc IV. I seriously couldn't escape the conniving bitch.

Backpedaling, I found a secluded table on the same level and pulled out my assignment. I quickly got lost in the equations, and as I was finishing up the assignment, I heard someone clear her throat next to me.

I glanced up and groaned. "What do you want?"

"Hey, Cammie," Tina said, rocking back and forth on her toes. "I thought you might have been at the study session."

"Well, I wasn't. And you're free to go now."

"Mind if I take a seat?" She gestured to the chair in front of me.

"Yes, I do mind," I snapped.

"Is someone meeting you?"

"If this is you trying to get to Zach, then you can turn around right now and leave. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. Just leave me alone."

"This isn't…I mean, that's not why I'm here," she said hastily.

"Then why are you here? Simply to annoy me?"

"No!" she cried. She quickly glanced around and lowered her voice as she said, "I came to apologize."

"What for? Being a slutbag whore? Or did you do something else to me that I don't know about?"

Tina pulled out the chair and sat down, ignoring the fact that I hadn't given her permission to do so. "I deserve that."

"You think?"

"I just…I acted like a crazy person. I don't even know what was wrong with me. I was just so set on hooking up with Zach, and I felt so slighted that he didn't want me…that he wanted you."

"Oh, yes, that's a great way to apologize—dismiss the fact that Zach could want me! I'm just the girl who thinks she's better than everyone else, right?"

"I'm sorry," Tina said earnestly. "And I know that you have no reason to forgive me. I don't expect you to, but I am sorry."

I shrugged. I wanted out of this conversation and I just wanted her to leave me alone. "You're right. You have no reason to be forgiven. You accomplished your mission anyway. Zach and I aren't together."

"What? Why?"

"Why do you think?" I asked. I started putting my papers back together. The assignment was basically completed. I just needed to get out of here.

"Because of what I did? But nothing happened. He didn't even touch me."

"Whatever, Tina. I don't know what made you have a change of heart in the last couple of weeks, but I don't want to hear it. Just leave me alone."

"All right. I just saw what happened at the New Year's Eve show."

My mood darkened. I didn't want to talk about that either. "Saw what?" I asked anyway.

"Him saying that he loves you. I thought it was really romantic. It's what made me see how wrong I've been," she whispered.

I sighed and closed my eyes, remembering how I'd felt when Zach had dedicated "Life Raft" to those who had ever been in love—shocked, excited, hopeful.

My head hurt, and my heart hurt more. My whole world felt like it was crashing down around me all over again, and there was only one person who could pick up the pieces and give me the answers I needed. I was tired of hiding. I needed to go find Zach.

"I don't forgive you for what you did," I told Tina bluntly. "But thank you for apologizing and reminding me of what I have to do."

"Um…you're welcome."

Then, I was dashing out of the building and through the parking lot to my car. I drove to Zach's apartment, knowing he'd be alone since all the guys were at my place. But a nagging suspicion crept up on me, wondering if maybe he wouldn't be alone.

The lights were out, and Zach's truck was missing when I arrived, but I decided to try knocking anyway. When he didn't answer, I slumped back against the door in defeat. I didn't know where else he could be. He could be anywhere really.

Then it hit me. I had a hunch about his whereabouts, and even though it felt totally insane because he really could be anywhere, I still started up my car and followed my gut instincts.

{Zach}

"This fucking sucks," I grumbled into the wind.

I rested my hands on my knees as I sat on the blanket, and I stared out at the ocean. My foot absentmindedly kicked at the cold sand. I'd brought extra blankets with me, but I was just suffering through the icy temperatures.

After threatening Donovan and getting thrown from the party, I'd driven straight down the shore. I didn't have anywhere else to go. My friends were hanging out at Cammie's apartment, a place where I didn't belong. I didn't want to be in Roseville where I could sit around, be miserable and potentially run into Cammie. The only place I ever wanted to think was the beach. And I had a lot to think about.

I hadn't been out here long, but already, I was questioning if it was helping any. A lot of demons were chasing me, and none of this was making it any better. I suddenly wished that I'd brought a bottle out with me or at least a joint. Any of my old vices would have done the trick. Anything to numb the pain, but I didn't have anything with me. I'd more or less given everything up cold turkey when Cammie had walked out.

I just had the sand, the water, the moon, and a million tiny stars to mock me. Congratulations on ruining your entire life, fuck-up. You're a good-for-nothing, worthless waste of space. How you managed to get this far in life, we'll never understand.

They sounded a lot like my mom, which only made me want to numb the pain even more. I had proven her right when all I'd ever strived to do was prove her wrong. I was nothing like my father, no matter how many times I'd claimed I wanted to be the man he was.

I dropped back onto the blanket and threw my arms over my face. Maybe I'll just sleep out here. Hypothermia sounds preferable to this shit.

Footsteps echoed in the sand behind me. Hopefully, it wasn't a cop who was going to tell me to get the fuck off the beach. That would just be my luck.

I thought the person had passed by until a shadow fell over me. There wasn't much light out here to begin with, but there was enough to know someone was standing over me.

I dropped my hands and started to sit up to explain to the cop that I was going to leave, but I just stopped everything I was doing and stared.

"Cam," I whispered, my voice strained.

She was here.

How?

No. This doesn't make any sense.

She must be a vision, a beautiful ethereal vision.

Before I knew what was happening, I scrambled to my feet and reached my hand out to touch her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my icy fingers, and she shivered. Oh god, she's real. She was so soft, and damn, did I want her. It wasn't just physical need either. I wanted to be with her, sure, but mainly I just wanted her. I just wanted to pull her into my arms and know that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Hey, Zach," Cammie finally murmured.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I didn't." She sighed softly. "Can I sit with you?"

"Sure." I gestured for her to take a seat on the blanket. "So…if you didn't know I'd be here, why'd you come?"

"I just had a feeling, and I needed to talk to you."

"So, now, you can talk to me?" I didn't know why those were the words that had left my mouth, but I couldn't help it. I'd pounded down her door. I'd been messaging her for weeks. She hadn't said a word. Now, she was just showing up with no explanation? No. Screw that.

"Yes," she snapped. "Now, I can talk to you."

"How did that space work out for you, Gallagher Girl? You have a good time? Go to any fancy parties?" Yeah, I was pretty much purposely antagonizing her, although I had no clue why. I guess I was more bitter about her silence than I'd thought.

"Would you shut up?"

"Not likely, darlin'. You drove all the way out here to see me. You're going to have to sit here and have a conversation with me."

"This isn't a conversation! This is us yelling at each other again!"

"Well, I'm just trying to figure out why it was so damn hard for you to use your fucking phone in the last three weeks. Is it broken? Did you not get any of my messages?"

"No, my phone isn't broken! I just needed some space. I believe I told you that."

"I didn't think space meant you were going to ignore all your problems for three fucking weeks."

"And I didn't think space meant that you were going to go and sleep with someone else!"

I snorted. "That's good coming from you."

"What the hell does that mean?" she shouted, sounding offended.

"You fucked Donovan, Gallagher Girl! Did you think he wouldn't tell me?"

"Now, you are being ridiculous!" Her hurricane blue eyes were so dark, and she looked completely shocked at my suggestion. "When would I have slept with Donovan? And even if I had the opportunity, you think I'd just sleep with anyone?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? You disappear without a word for three weeks, and then I get wind that you slept with Donovan."

"I didn't sleep with Donovan!" she shouted angrily. "He kissed me, but I didn't sleep with him. I would never sleep with someone I just met! Unlike you on New Year's!"

It was my turn to look shocked. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I didn't sleep with anyone on New Year's! And you were off enjoying your fucking space, so why would you even care if I had?"

"Because I loved you, you asshole!"

I blinked at her, her words settling in the darkness that surrounded us. "You loved me?" I asked, echoing her words like a moron who didn't understand.

Her heavy breaths filled the silence, but she said nothing.

"You loved me?" I repeated sternly, not exactly asking anymore but demanding that she answer me.

"Yes," she hissed with a bite, but I still heard her shaky breath.

I swallowed hard. "And you still do?"

There was fear in her eyes, but I could also point out determination. And I knew the girl I had fallen for—the one who never backed down and always told me exactly what was on her mind—was vying for confidence as she stared back at me.

"Yes."

My lips crashed onto hers before she had a chance to say something snarky with her smart mouth. There was no hesitation on her part. She kissed me right back as hard as she possibly could while grabbing my jacket tightly between her fingers. Her lips were like a double shot of espresso to my exhausted system.

The energy crackled between us, heating the crisp night air. There was too much space and decidedly too much clothing between us. The weeks of pent-up frustration was colliding into this one moment, and neither of us could keep our hands off the other. I just wanted to touch her, feel her, consume her. I needed her. All of her.

My lips moved to her neck greedily as I pushed her back onto the blanket. Her fingers deftly dragged the zipper down on my jacket. She was already shaking from the cold or from what we were doing, so I threw the remaining blankets over us. My hands found the waistline of her jeans, and after unzipping them, I dragged them down her legs.

"Shit," she hissed. "It's cold."

"Not for long, Gallagher Girl."

She squirmed underneath me until her breathing turned labored, our bodies meeting over and over again in a quick rhythm.

"Zach," she breathed as a gasp.

"Louder," I encouraged, my hand tangling deep into her hair.

"Oh God," she cried a little louder.

"My name, Gallagher Girl. Scream my name."

She was hesitant, but eventually I had her calling out my name louder than I'd ever heard her. She probably didn't even know how loud she was, which just made it that much better.

I leaned over her, my moans muffled into her neck as I pushed us both over the edge. I shuddered, and then I was spent.

Her breathing was ragged, and to my surprise, so was mine.

I pushed her hair out of her face, kissed her lips lightly, and sighed, "I love you."

She released a heavy breath and smiled up at me in a dreamy haze. "I love you, too."

{Cammie}

After our escapade, we retreated back to Solomon's for warmth. Zach started a fire in the fireplace, dropped the blankets down on the ground, and snuggled us up in front of it. There was so much that needed to be said, yet…it felt right. Things finally felt right again.

Zach's mouth found mine again, and just when I thought we might have a repeat performance of what happened outside, he pulled back and just stared into my eyes. There was longing, pain, desperation, and desire all rolled into one.

"Cammie, about what happened at the lodge…"

"You don't have to say anything," I said quickly. "Tina told me nothing happened."

"I don't mean about that. I mean, about what I said. I was so angry, and you just laid out every reason I'd been telling myself why I didn't deserve you. I shouldn't have said those things. I shouldn't begrudge you the good life you had growing up. You deserve everything that you have. I love your fucking mouth, and I love how smart you are. I'd never change that because those are the things that made me fall in love with you in the first place."

I smiled slowly and then glanced down. "I shouldn't have said you were worthless. That's not fair to you. You are ambitious. It's just not what I'd been raised to believe ambition was." Preston's face appeared before my eyes, and I shuddered.

"I've actually been thinking a lot about what you said, and on some level, I think you're right. I've been coasting through most of my life because of what happened. It consumed me, and I never let myself get past it. And…I might not be the CEO of a company, but I got a job."

"You did?" My mouth dropped open. I wasn't sure why I was so surprised, but I'd just never thought about Zach working. "Doing what?"

"Working at a recording studio. It's not a big deal right now, but I like the work. Plus, I wanted to do better, be more for you."

"Zach," I said with a smile, "you're already everything I want."

"That's not true, Gallagher Girl, and we both know it. You deserve a CEO."

"But I want you."

"And I'll be thankful every day for that, but I still have to try."

He was so earnest that I really believed him. I didn't think he needed to better himself for me, but I had told him that he wasn't good enough and that he hadn't done anything to prove he had changed. Well, here was proof.

"I appreciate that," I said finally. "But you know you can't quit the band, Zach."

"What? Why would I quit?" he asked, shocked.

"Aaron said you were thinking about it."

He ran a hand through his hair and cursed. "No, that's not what I meant. I'm not quitting the band. I'd never quit the band."

"Good." I breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn't be the reason he gave up music. He'd eventually regret the decision and blame it all on me. It was a part of him just as I was.

Still, I had one nagging question. "And you…really weren't with any other women on New Year's?" I asked, feeling vulnerable.

His hands found the sides of my face, and I stared up into his dark green eyes that held so much emotion. The light of the fire illuminating his face only enhanced his beauty and his vulnerability. "You are the only person in this world that I want to be with. Other women don't even exist since I've been with you, Cam."

My heart skipped a beat at his admission, and I fully believed him.

"When did Donovan kiss you?" he asked, as if suddenly realizing it didn't make sense to him.

I looked away guiltily. "New Year's."

His eyebrows rose as the pieces fell into place.

"I was there," I told him.

"At the show?" he asked in disbelief.

I nodded. "I came backstage to find you after you stormed off, but you were already gone. That's when Donovan and some Max guy told me that you'd left with someone else."

"And you just believed them? You didn't think to call me?"

"I didn't want to interrupt your good time," I said darkly.

"Cammie, I was fucking miserable without you. I wanted to give you the space you'd asked for, but I wanted you with me every goddamn second you were away. I don't know what else I can say to prove that to you."

"I know." And I did. I knew that Zach was hurting in my absence, just like I had been. "I'm sorry it took me a while to realize it."

Things wouldn't always be perfect between us. We were too stubborn, too strong-willed, but we could work through the problems if we tried, if we really wanted to. I'd never felt like this with anyone else. I'd never let myself open enough to be hurt, but I'd also never opened myself up to be loved. And I loved Zach Goode with everything that I was.

"I'm not letting you go again," he told me, pulling me closer and kissing my forehead. "Next time you want space, can you not jet off to Nebraska for a few weeks?"

I laughed, taking it lightly. "Yeah, but I don't think I'm going to need space again."

"Oh, you underestimate me."

I smacked him on the arm and rolled my eyes. "Why do I like you again?"

"Something to do with my charm."

"Charm. Right," I teased.

He responded by giving my bottom lip a small bite and a wicked grin, and I held back a laugh. Never had I felt so satisfied and comfortable around someone before. It was almost relaxing.

"What made you decide to come out here anyway?" I asked. "I mean…it's freezing." And to prove my point, I pulled the blanket tighter around my still shaking body.

"I got into a fight with Donovan," he sighed.

My eyes went wide and I just looked at him in disbelief. "Why?"

"He said that…" he trailed off and sighed again. "He said that we wouldn't work out, and I'd never get signed. I, more or less, told him to go to hell and that I'd prove him wrong."

"With your fist?"

"He deserved it."

"I'm sure he did." I remembered the kiss Donovan had taken from me, and I pushed it out of my mind. "You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone."

I reached out and laced our fingers together.

He gave my hand a brief squeeze. "There's more…"

I sat silently, not sure what I was supposed to be feeling at his words.

"Turns out Donovan was wrong…on both accounts," he said, grinning. "Someone signed a record deal with BlackThorne." Immediately, his face lit up as his small grin transformed into a big, unbelievable smile.

"Zach! That's great!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck.

"I heard the news from Jonas just before you showed up at the beach," he said through laughter as I practically attacked him.

"I'm so proud of you."

He grew silent before backing out of the hug so he could look at me. He was still smiling, but I knew something wasn't sitting right with him.

"We're scheduled to go on a promotional tour next month," he said cautiously.

I knew where his concern was coming from. We had just gotten back together, and now he was leaving. He'd spend his days and nights playing for big crowds and being mauled by professional groupies, and I'd be here…at Gallagher…doing homework and worrying about what he was doing.

"That's great, Zach," I said through a tight-lipped smile. I didn't want my insecurities to drag down this incredible moment, but I was also never very good at acting.

"I want you to come with me."

"What?"

"I'm not letting you go again, Gallagher Girl," he said again, determination lacing his words this time. "Three weeks without you was bad enough."

"I'll still be here when you get back, Zach," I argued. I could feel the worry and the tension rolling off of him in waves. But there was nothing to worry about. Him going on this tour and me being in school wasn't him letting me go. We'd still be together, just not…physically.

"We're not coming back, Cam," he said quietly. "The record label is out in L.A. After the promotional tour, we're all moving out there."

"You're…moving to L.A.?" I asked in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. We just got back together! I still had two more years left of school, I couldn't leave! But this was his dream. He had to go if that was what it took to live out his rockstar dream.

"Come with me," he said again, only this time, he was practically begging.

I shook my head. "I can't. What about school?"

"Do it online."

"What about my friends?"

"There are such things as phones, you know."

"What about my parents? They expect me to get a degree, and to have a stable job and a wealthy future like them."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me to him, his grip tight but strained as he tried to control himself.

"Do you really want to become your parents?"

Hell no. But that still wasn't enough reason to just pick up my life and follow Zach and his band to wherever their career took them. I had a life plan, and giving up my goals for a boy wasn't part of that.

"Gallagher Girl," he pleaded, "come on tour with me. And when that's over, move out to L.A. with me. I've seen what my life is like without you, and I can't live like that. Please. Please say you'll come with me."

This was his dream. I couldn't ask him to give up his dream just so we could be together.

But he couldn't ask me to give up mine, either. Getting a degree was just step one. I had a million other future goals in mind. Become a well-established and nationally recognized surgeon. Find the cure for cancer. Make a difference in the world.

But did I have to do that in Virginia? Or Nebraska? Honestly, couldn't I do that anywhere? L.A. needed surgeons just like any other city. I could find a job and accomplish my goals there just as easily as I could back home.

And I'd be with Zach, who would be accomplishing everything he'd ever strived for in life as well. And wasn't that what I'd always wanted out of him? For him to be ambitious and motivated? We'd be living our dreams together, supporting one another. Not from across the country, but from right beside each other.

I looked up into Zach's hopeful eyes, knowing that my eyes were probably unreadable to him with all the confusion inside my head.

I took a deep breath and weighed all my options one last time. But it was clear to me now. There was only one answer…

"Okay."

The End

And they lived happily ever after (:

Guys, I can't believe we've reached the end of Cammie and Zach's journey! If you've read Take Me For Granted (and yes, I'm shamelessly promoting the book for the millionth time), then you've probably noticed the ending is COMPLETELY different...that's because there's a sequel follow-up book, and I haven't read that one yet, nor do I plan on translating it into a Zammie FF, so I had to change the cliffhanger ending into a fairytale one :D Plus, why wouldn't we want to see BlackThorne get signed and become huge rockstars?

Thank you all SO MUCH for all the love and support you've given me through this journey! SHOUT OUT to all the amazing reviewers out there who shower me with praise (no matter how crappy I think a chapter is, or how mediocre I'm feeling) and who keep this fandom alive (: You're all the real MVP's here! Also, SHOUT OUT to CammieAMorgan for being the best supporter a girl could ask for! (Even though I'm sure I've blown up your PM box more times than I can count, lol)

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Guest: Ooh, I don't think I've ever been raised to god status before...I like it! ;) Seriously, it warms my heart to see you so passionate and enthusiastic about this story. I, too, wish it didn't have to end :/ But it had a good run, and (if I do say so myself) it was pretty amazing while it lasted (: Thank you so much (:

Original Gallaghergirl: Of course, I made it a happy ending! You can't write a Zammie story without Zammie! I've said it a million times already...but I really should've give y'all a warning sooner. I wasn't paying attention to how many chapters were left, and I completely spaced. It's totally not fair, and I wish I could've gone about it the right way, but unfortunately, I was in stress-mode for the impending doom that was finals week, and it must have slipped my mind... Again, so sorry! But thanks for the lovely review! I'm glad I could be of service to you (:

Love you all, and I hope that this story was everything you hoped it would be when you read the awful summary and clicked on it anyway! Stay awesome (:

Now, here's the final quote to sum up this entire experience...

"It was epic. It was awkward. It was epically awkward." Ally Carter, United We Spy

And because it's the last chapter, I thought I'd include a bonus quote. Seriously, my favorite quote, forever and always...

"Spy." Zachary Goode, All. The. Time.