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A/N: I DO NOT OWN THE GALLAGHER GIRL SERIES. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ALLY CARTER THE AUTHOR OF THE GALLAGHER SERIES.
This is my story it's what kind of…I guess you can say came to me. I tried to keep Cammie and Zach's characters like the book and I'm sorry if they are off. Constructive Criticism is much appreciated. If you have an idea feel free to tell me and I might try to put it in the story. I'll give you full credit if I do use your idea. This is my 1st fanfiction so I'm new to this. If I can improve the story in anyway tell me and I'll work on it.
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I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was; I was in pain. Not the I-just-got-stung-by-a-bee-pain. The kind where you feel like if you move one inch of your body you'll lose it, like someone is stabbing your heart but you're not dying.
Then I remembered;
I was in Nebraska; the small town my grandparents live in was having the yearly Christmas party. I was hanging out with my best friend; Ashley (who goes to a spy school just like Gallagher in Italy) it had just started to snow. we were walking back to her house- a ranch just like my grandparents- catching up, she had one of those glass Coca-Cola battle in her hand I had a bottle water in mine. She was telling me about this guy she met when they got to go into town. I felt a pang of sadness because it reminded me Josh. But I didn't say anything. But being the excellent spy that she was she saw my face and immediately said "Sorry. Sore subject." I couldn't help but notice that Her Italian accent was becoming more pronounced as she got older. I had known Ashley for about 2 years. Her parents were M18 spies. Spies that only a handful of people know about. Spies that can be gone for years on a mission and never come back. Spies that are never there for their kids. But this never seemed to faze Ashley. She has family in Italy-her aunt and uncle- but she always came to Nebraska for the summer. When I ask her why I always get the same answer; "can't a girl get a change of scenery every once in a while." Then she would give me a small guarded smile and change the subject. "Are you going to tell me about Zach or what? You haven't said one word about him. Last summer he was all you could talk about. Him and that josh kid."
Zach
The guy who I can never get out of my head. I don't know if I like him or hate him. As of lately he's really been making me mad so the part of me that hates him is far greater than the part that likes him. Every time I thought of him I thought of his face in the alley. Why did he want to talk to me? And where did he go after the masked man fled? Did he go after him?
"Cam? You gonna talk or am I going to be forced to listen to the 'peaceful' sounds of nature." I cracked a smile; she can always put me at ease. Bex, Liz, Macey and Ash are really the only the people I can tell everything too. In some ways I can tell her more because she lives almost 5000 miles away. So I told her. I told her about what had happened at the convention, she said she already new. I told her about seeing Zach in Cleveland and how he had- in typical Zach fashion- bailed as soon as the authorities showed up. To which she said "I'll slug him." I laughed and told her about how I figured out that he was following me in Boston, and what happened on the train in the collapsible bed. And how I thought he was going to kiss me but he didn't. And how he gave me his jacket, which made he smile. She just nodded she knew I was confused about him. She didn't press; she knew I didn't want to talk about it so we walked in silence. I heard a branch snap off in the woods. I jumped and turned my body toward the sound ready to fight. I'd been jumpy ever since I left Gallagher. Ash giggled and grabbed my hand and pulled me along side her. We walked for 3 minutes and 45 seconds when she asked "what are you thinking?"
"Really wanna know?"
"Yes. Talk to aunt Ashy." Ashley was one of the most complex people I had ever met. Well, besides you-know-who. No one ever knew what her mood was going to be like. I don't think she knew sometimes.
"I was thinking about Zach. Do you think he likes me? Or is it just a game?" I had been saving this question for her all year. She won't sugar coat it, she will tell me like it is.
"Well…" she put he hand to her chin and pretended like she was rubbing a beard that wasn't there. "Based on what you told me last summer and what you told me now; I can't even figure it out. It seems like he does, I mean he gave you his jacket and left you a note knowing you would find, for crying out loud. But you're right his moods change more than mine on the 28th day, so I can't really tell."
I almost physically fell over I had expected her to actually know.
"But" she went on "he did save your life. And didn't you say he snuck out of Blackthorn to see you in Ohio?"
"No I said he might have."
"What did he say to you exactly?"
"He said 'where's there's one Gallagher Girl, there are usually others' and I said 'we're like smoke and fire that way.'"
She stopped and put her hand over her heart and then pulled me into a hug and said "you flirted with him! I'm so proud of you." I didn't tell her that I hadn't really been flirting with him I just said the first thing that came to my mind so I wasn't standing in front of him looking like an idiot.
"Okay, so what does this mean?" I asked impatiently as we started walking again. But she didn't get to answer me.
The sound of a gun firing rang through the air and 1.5 seconds later Ashley's coke exploded. Glass went every where her hand was gushing blood and I had gotten nipped in my arm and leg. We turned around just as a masked man threw the first punch, it hit Ashley in the face. She got mad and dug a piece of glass out of her hand that had gotten imbedded in her skin and stabbed the guys shoulder, while I took a blow to my right shoulder. Pain rang out threw my shoulder and I got mad. I mean could you blame me? Not even one week into my summer vacation and I was already being attacked. Despite the pain I threw my best punch landing my fist right against his temple. His hand went straight to his head and I swiped my leg under his feet, but he didn't go down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ashley kick a guy in the head I heard a snap and he went down, unconscious. I wasn't paying attention someone punched me in my left side. A kick to the right side of my head. Pain radiated throughout my whole body. I was falling. I saw my best friend lunge toward one of the guys, I saw him go down. But then I saw a guy come out of no where, I saw him land a blow to the other guys head, he went down. My best friend called my name. I wanted to answer, to tell her I was alright, and to thank the guy who saved not only my life but also one of my best friends.
But then my world went black.
Despite the pain that was coursing through my body at the moment I didn't scream, or yell like I wanted too. I just barley opened eyes enough to see a man, his back was turned away and he was talking into a cell phone.He didn't say anything but I faintly heard someone talking on the other end. I couldn't make anything out but I heard mumbles. He hung up. I quickly closed my eyes and allowed my breathing like I had learned to make it look like I was still asleep. Who ever he was came over to the bed and ran his finger from my temple to my chin, sighed and walked away. From what I could tell he walked down stairs and opened a door, I heard a strong wind blowing outside and the door was closed.
I waited 2 minutes and 10 seconds before opening my eyes again. I sat up and a white-hot pain seared through me. I groaned. I knew this kind of pain I knew if well enough to know when I had a concussion. And right now; I had a concussion.
I looked at my surroundings; I was laying in a full sized-very comfortable- bed the "room" was more of a loft I could see the downstairs from the bed. To My right there was a small dresser and to my left a couch and a big bay window. I got out of bed that was the first time I noticed what I was wearing; a sweat shirt that was way too big for me. One that I had never seen before. And a pair of sweat bottoms. My sweat bottoms. I walked to the window. It was iced over.
Okay… so I didn't know where I was.
I wiped off part of the window and looked out. Nothing but snow and far off into the distance I could see mountains. I was so mesmerized by the beauty I didn't hear anyone come through the door or walk up the stairs until I heard a familiar voice say "how's the head?" I turned around.
Zach. Zach was standing in front of me. His eyes looked generally concerned. He stayed about 10 feet away. And didn't move. I didn't answer. Instead I said "what happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"I remember. But why am I here?"
My throat was dry. My voice was cracking and it hurt to talk.
He didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed the bottled water off the night stand that I didn't see. Walked up to me. I could feel the heat from his body. He looked into my eyes, I thought he looked like he wanted to kiss me. Hug me, hold my hand something. But he didn't he just handed me the bottle water and said "drink. It'll make you feel better." So I drank. And he was right I did feel better. Why is it that he's always right?
"Will you answer my question now?"
"Does it matter why you're here?"
"Yes."
"No it doesn't because the only thing that matters is that you're safe. And you feel safe." And with that he walked away.
But I don't feel safe. I'll never feel safe ever again.
We didn't talk the rest of the day. He told me it was noon when I had woken up and I had been out for about two days. I stayed up stairs and laid in bed while he stayed down stairs.
I didn't ask him why he saved me. Why he was there when I needed him. Why he was always there when I needed him, but never there when I wanted him there?
Because it's Zach.
