A/N: You should all bow down to the fact that I have sent out three stories in three days. Honestly you should just be like, wow, take a vacation girl! You rock my socks! That's what I expect. Because I worked very, very hard on this one. And it's not over yet. You've got a possibility of three-four more chapter on this. I decided it would take too long to write all of it out, and I just don't have the patience to do it in one sitting. So here's the first piece of Never Leave My Side. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I am not Ally Carter so stop pestering me about lawyers and law suits, because she owns everything on this page. Zach, Cammie, Grant, Bex, DeeDee, Jimmy/Josh, Jonas, Liz. All of them, you heard me, all of them!

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Never Leave My Side

She must have thought I was pretty stupid. And she might have even been correct, it took me long enough to figure out that she had left me with her ex-boyfriend in the middle of Roseville during a parade for some reason that I didn't even know. She just walked away, claiming she had to go to the bathroom and tugged on that pink-spread cupcake called DeeDee. Yuck, who wears that much pink anyway? And I saw her walk away, better yet; I let her walk away knowing that something was wrong with the object of my affections.

That's right, you heard me correctly. I, Zachary Goode, am partially in love with Cameron Morgan, the Chameleon, the girl who doesn't want to be seen by anyone, much less me.

And I let the damned girl walk away knowing something was wrong. It was the look in her eyes that she desperately tried to conceal, but it didn't work, and I had let her walk away, leaving me next to her ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, in the middle of Roseville, during a stupid parade. And I had no idea why she had even left.

So, being the smart spy I am (okay mainly it was my guy instinct), I gave Jimmy the slip, looking around for her or anyone else I could find that I knew. I was a little panicky at first, because I couldn't see any Gallagher Girls at all. And what scared me even more was the fact that they weren't wearing uniforms, so I couldn't spot them out easily. I had no idea where anyone was. Grant and Jonas had decided to hang out with Bex and Liz today. And I didn't object, they seemed quite smitten with one another. Grant never stopped talking about how strong, tough, and utterly adorable Bex was and Jonas never seemed to shut-up about how intelligent "his" Liz was. I didn't think that I was ever that ooshy-gooshy about Cammie. Okay, maybe I'd been really lovey-dovey about her, before even meeting her. But I had grown out of it last semester when I had found out she had a boyfriend. I had gotten over it, well, after I ripped two dummies in half during P&E. Okay, maybe I had broken someone's jaw, but I was upset! What do you expect? And, so what if I complained to Grant and Jonas about it every day for a month? It wasn't my fault she was one of the most alluring humans I'd ever met. And then my thoughts were quickly directed elsewhere as I heard my name being called out.

"Zach! Zach!" My gaze fell on Grant who was rushing towards me with Jonas in tow. I ran quickly to meet up with them. Jonas was panting but Grant looked like he had just walked two inches.

"Th-they left us," wheezed Jonas. I looked at him, confused to say the least.

Grant spoke up, "We were walking around with Bex and Liz and they looked startled and left." I looked at Grant dumbfounded. Why in the world had Blackthorne never taught us how to understand a girl's reactions? Grant cut into my thinking. "What about Cammie, you didn't do anything horrible to her right?" He smirked and I glared.

"No," I drew out the 'o' sound making it obvious that I did do something, or atleast tried to. "If it wasn't for that pink frosting cookie wearer, I would have kissed her. Stupid little-" But I was yet again cut off.

"Pink frosting cookie wearer, nice vocabulary Zach, nice to know you use such strong words," I counted to five. "Wait just one minute, kissed her! You almost kissed Cameron Morgan. The girl who practically hates you, the one who you constantly bug and the same girl who's confused whether she likes you or not! You, I repeat, almost kissed her. Dude, what happened?"

"A pink mitten wearer decided that she didn't want her new boyfriend unhappy at the fact that his ex-girlfriend was about to kiss her almost new boyfriend." Normal people wouldn't have understood a word I had just said, thank the gods my friends are smart or I would have had to reduce it down to Neanderthal speech.

"That fru-fru, pink-obsessed DeeDee interrupted you before you kissed the girl you've been dreaming about?" Again, thank the gods my friends understood nearly everything I said and knew a lot of background information on Cammie.

I just nodded.

"Well, that's neither here nor there. We need to find out where everyone went. Jonas, you have any idea?" Grant was leaving this conversation for another time and I knew it. He was going to once again ask me if I really wanted to devote myself to Cammie. He was going to make it awkward and make me feel five-years-old. My attention snapped back to focus and Jonas calmed his breathing and spoke clearly.

"Well, I've got a pretty good idea how to track them…" And then Jonas was on a rant about a very complicated way to reverse a tracking unit. And all I could think of was that Liz Sutton was very, very good.

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A/N: Okay so thanks again to all of my fantastic reviewers from I Found You and First Sight. You girls truly rock my socks for all of your heart-felt reviews and giving me spaces on favorite lists. I'm truly touched. So this is a shout-out to all of you. This first chapter is dedicated to everyone who's reviewed and honestly just made me feel so good inside. I heart you! And I did it especially for you guys.

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