AN: Hey this is my first real fanfic so I would definitely love some constructive criticism just try not to be too harsh. I just want to let y'all know that I am writing this more for me, the story just has to get out, so I'm not going to beg for reviews or hold chapters over your head.

I DO NOT OWN THE GALLAGHER GIRLS NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WISH I DID

Chapter 1: First Encounters

Cammie POV

I checked my schedule on my phone as I rushed across the parking lot to check and see which manager was working tonight. God can today get any worse?

Sam's the manager. He's always too uptight about everything; he's going to be breathing down my neck all night! I was running almost ten minutes late now to my job as a hostess at a nice Italian restaurant, due to my sister throwing her little fit about the car. Thank god we don't share a car anymore, but seriously, when is her car getting out of the shop? It doesn't take that long to replace a windshield!

I just wanted to get inside the warm restaurant and get through the argument with Sam. And even better I know I look like crap, this is definitely not a Macey-approved face and honestly this outfit would not be flattering on a supermodel, much less-. My inner rant was cut off by a deep voice coming from the shadows.

Zach POV

Why do I have to do this? What's the point of a manager if he won't get me food so I don't get mobbed by teenage girls. All I want is some pasta. I really think that, being a teenage rock star, I should be able to get some freakin' pasta!

I tried to wrack my brain for any way to get food without having to go inside the restaurant or talk to anyone. Then I saw a girl rushing from the back of the parking lot, dressed all in black. Suddenly, it hit me. If I ask an employee to go in and get me food, and I pay extra for anonymity, maybe no one will even realize I'm here!

No crazy owners wanting a photo op for publicity, no crazy fangirls wanting an autograph of a piece of me. Sounded like a good plan to me!

So as the girl approached me I stepped a little bit from the shadows and asked "Excuse me, ma'am?"

Cammie POV

The voice scared the crap out of me, and I jumped about five feet up in the air. I peered closer and saw that the voice was coming from a tall figure, very broad, wearing a gray hoodie with the hood up. He looked like he could be in a gang, but he said ma'am which implied he was polite and southern. I figured I had to at least listen before I ran for the door, and anyways he looked a lot stronger than me, I'm pretty sure he could take me, even with my martial arts training.

"Yea? Can I help you?" I responded to the stranger. He took a step closer and I held my ground, not wanting to seem weak. I still couldn't make out his face, the lights from the restaurant didn't reach us out here.

"I would just like to order some pasta." he said to me.

Are you seriously this stupid right now I thought to myself but I said politely "Sir you can place an order in the restaurant with a waiter, I am just a hostess." After that I tried to step past him to the door but he stepped in front of me again.

"Wait" he said "I just don't want to attract attention, and I'm willing to pay extra for this." he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and waved it in the air, like that changed anything.

"Why?" I asked with some attitude "who are you?" I hate it when people throw money around like it makes them more important than every other person in the world.

The guy flinched like I'd hit him. "N-no one" he stammered, "and the money covers the questions."

"Alright" I answered cautiously, "let me go ask my manager procedure for this and I'll be right out."

"Make sure it's you and not someone else" he ordered, which kinda stirred me up. I don't like taking orders from anyone, especially a stranger! But I pulled it together and stayed quiet, although I did roll my eyes.

"Whatever" I sighed, already going to the door.

Zach POV

Holy crap I have never been so shocked as when she walked into the light. Her hair was an ash blond and her skin was a light tan, with freckles dusting her nose. I didn't get a good look at her eyes, but I was sure they were beautiful too. C'mon Zach keep it together, she's probably another fangirl who would steal your shirt and spray perfume on your pillow.

But even with his little self-motivational speech I already knew deep inside that she was different somehow and I was going to find out before the night was over.