Okay, So this is a sequel to Remember Everything, so if you haven't read it I suggest you do before diving into this fanfic!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls series or any characters you recognize from the series! This disclaimer goes for the whole fanfic, if I don't own it now, sadly I wont in a few months either.
Soooo, anyway enjoy! :)
No Use Crying Over a Missing Love….
Chapter 1:
Bex POV:
I fiddled with the hem of my skirt as Grant wrapped his arm around my shoulders at yet another of our little pity parties that everyone but Zach attended. He still spent most of his time in the hospital wing of the mansion, he was still pretty beat up from our mission, but weren't we all?
And just when we thought it couldn't get any worse, Riley burst through the doors of the senior commons were, Macey, Liam, Liz, Jonas, Grant and I sat around just sorta staring at eachother between ideas of how we could break out an find Cammie, something we had asked permission for multiple times, but every idea had been shot down by Cammie's mother, headmistress Morgan. Now we were kept under lock and key because everyone knew that if we got the chance, we would go anyway.
"He's gone." Riley said, his words rushed as he breathed heavily as if he had run here,
"Who?" I asked, but I already knew,
"Zach."
"What do you mean he's gone?" Grant asked standing up, since the mission he'd become more mature, and rarely acted like a child anymore. He was serious, and I sorta missed the old, fun Grant.
"I mean he's gone, missing, not here!" Riley panted, throwing his hands in the air,
"Well, where'd he go?" Liam asked, helping Macey to her feet as everyone made their way towards the doors.
"I don't know! If I knew we wouldn't have this problem!"
"Maybe to get a snack?" Grant suggested, well at least he was acting more mature most of the time.
"I think we all know the answer." I said, and they nodded as I stated the obvious; "To find Cammie."
1 Week Later…
Cammie POV:
I twirled the bottle around in my hands, throwing and catching as a whirlwind of colors passed my eyes. I could hear the people laughing and hooting as each one flew through the air.
"London! Stop showing off and pour the man's drink!" yelled a laughing voice from behind me.
London, that was my name, I was 22 and moved here from some small town in Colorado that nobody cared enough to remember the name, or at least that's what they thought. When actually London was just someone I made up to hide who I really am, Cameron Morgan. Gallagher Girl. Spy.
I did what I was told, laughing as I slid the glass down the bar before turning to the voice, who was still laughing behind me,
"You're no fun!" I yelled over the noise to the tall blonde leaning against the bar behind me,
"Whatever, I'm the funniest person you've ever met!" turning away for a moment to throw a bottle in the air a couple times before spinning it around her hands and pouring another drink.
I walked over to her as she scanned the bar, a mischievous smile on her lips,
"How 'bout that one?" she asked elbowing me in the ribs and nodding towards a handsome blonde guy, probably around 21 since he looked way too young to be sitting at the bar surrounded by a group of his equally young friends. Handsome and athletic looking from the muscular build of his shoulders, but the little voice in the back of my head just had to throw in that he was still not even close to being as strong or handsome as Zach. Just sayin.
"Nope." I answered, and she threw up her hands in an exasperated sigh,
"You are so picky!" she said, glancing back at the blonde guy, "What is you type then?"
A cocky spy with an annoying smirk, is what I wanted to say, but what actually came out of my mouth was,
"Not him. Sorry Bianca." I shrugged walking away; she followed closely behind checking the clock on the wall. Ever since I showed up here, in Vegas she'd been trying to hook me up with random guys, but so far she hadn't had any luck, and she wasn't going to either.
"We're done in three… two… one…" and right on cue the number on the clock changed flashing a bright 12:00 as we slipped through the back door.
We hopped into Bianca's car, a purple Charger she had gotten as a present from her parents before moving out of the house. She started the car and started driving as I pressed my palms into my eyes as my head throbbed with another headache from thinking too much about the life I had left behind.
"Another headache?" Bianca asked, already reaching across the car to route through the glove compartment. I shooed her hands away,
"I'm fine, and the last thing we need is for you to crash the car looking for some pills." I said, leaning back in my seat as we pulled up to the apartment building just as my headache started to fade.
We walked inside, giggling and saying silly meaningless things about Bianca's ability to multitask. Bianca unlocked the door and we walked in and slipped off our shoes,
"I'm beat, see ya in the morning." She said, disappearing into her room as I walked into the small bathroom we shared, I pushed aside the waste basket revealing a panel in the wall, that if you pushed just right opened up to reveal a little hole in the wall. I took one last look in the mirror at the long black waves that cascaded down my back before gently removing the wig from my head.
I grabbed my brush from the compartment, and brushed out my hair, my real hair that flowed light and smooth down my back before gathering it into a ponytail, stashing the wig in the wall and moving the waste basket back in front of it before slipping out the door and into my room.
Until I moved in it was Bianca's storage/guest room for when her parents came to town. So basically, it was an empty room with an air mattress slapped down in the middle of it. Some blankets lay in a crumpled heap in the middle of the mattress just as they had for the last couple of weeks that I'd been here.
I pulled a hoodie and a pair of soffee shorts out of my bag of belongings I'd acquired since I ran away, most of the clothes where black because of the dress code at the club Bianca and I worked at, a job pouring drinks for all of the tourist that had spent their paychecks on hitting the nightclubs and slot machines in Vegas. She had gotten me the job when I showed up in town, it was a long and crazy story but throughout the course of two days we were roommates, co-workers, and best friends. How I got here, I don't really know, I just sorta went where I wanted too, hitching rides with complete strangers until I ran into Bianca.
I slid open the window beside the make-shift bed and balanced on the ledge looking out into the night. Our apartment was on the second story of the building so I dropped from the window landing on the dead patch of grass below before taking off, running down the sidewalk as quietly as possible. I jumped, flipping in the air and snapping my leg out for a kick just as I would in P&E class before continuing down the dark streets.
Finally I reached my destination, an abandoned building with a rusted fire escape barely hanging on the back. I jumped, grabbing the lowest rung of the broken ladder and pulling myself up onto the first platform before continuing to climb I ran jumped and climbed until my feet hit the pavement again on my way back to the apartment.
I ran flipping and twisting in the air as I went, until I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and the shadow froze too, a black silhouette against the small sliver of light the moon provided. It whispered something, so low I couldn't tell what, but I ran.
And nothing followed me.
I climbed the wall of our building, using the worn and broken away bricks as footholds (not to mention a few I made myself) I slid through my still open window, closed it behind me and crept into the bathroom to grab the wig before sliding under the rumpled sheets of my bed, but I just couldn't get that silhouette out of my head.
There ya go!
It took longer than I thought it would to get this up, I've been very busy lately and unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to update for about three weeks because I'll be out of town.
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