Chapter 1
I do not own any of the characters, places or anything else in this story aside from the story line. All rights belong to Ally Carter. Also, it says in book number 5 that Cammie has dishwasher blonde hair, but in this version she has black hair. It relates to the cave she enters. SPOILER ALERT! This may give away stuff in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th books. Also, I will not be putting how I do not own anything at the start of each chapter, but I am repeating it now. I do not own ANYTHING and all rights belong to the wonderful and talented Ally Carter – my writing inspiration. Please read and comment because this is my first fan fiction and I feel really, really nervous about whether people will read it or not. Also, I got the part in the library (Dan) from another fan fiction story but now I can't find the same story so I can't say who owns it but I promise that I do not take credit for Dan or what he does to Cammie in the first part, but the second part was completely my own imagination. Also, Cammie is often portrayed as 'weak' in this story, making Zach save the day whilst she seems like a damsel in distress. I hope Ally Carter/Gallagher Girl fans do not mind too much but I always enjoy reading a book when the main girl gets hurt or something happens and the guy (who she is in love with) saves the day, so I hope you guys like it too. Okay, I'm babbling now, but please remember to comment!
I walk through the library, lined with old, velvet covered books and paperback novels to the fireplace at the very back, beside two tall white windows with billowing white curtains. I settle down into the worn out sofa and stare at the crackling flames.
A minute later I feel a hand on my shoulder. I instantly know it's not Liz, Bex or Macey, or even Zach, Grant or Jonas (the Blackthorne boys are staying for a week – again). The hand is unfamiliar, and I know I haven't talked to that person before.
I reach up and yank the person's hand off my shoulder, slamming them into the ground before me. I twist their arm behind their back and sit between their shoulder blades, pinning them to the ground. I hear a gasp of pain and I tighten my hold on their arm.
"Who are you?" I hiss. "What do you want?" It's definitely a Blackthorne boy, I can tell from the short, scruffy, brown hair, navy shorts and white school shirt.
"Calm down, Cammie," my prisoner says. "It's me; Dan. You know, from your Cove Ops class?"
I release their arm and stand up. "Oh, Dan, sorry," I say. He picks himself up, massaging his left shoulder.
"That's cool," he says. He starts walking towards me, slowly and deliberately. I don't move, but when he gets closer and closer, I start taking slow steps backwards.
"So, how are you today, Cammie?" he asks. I feel myself push up against the old rose-patterned walls and stop abruptly. He places an arm up against the wall behind me and leans into me. I can smell his breath (it smells like Chinese food) as his face gets closer and closer to mine.
"Dan, what are you doing?" I ask nervously.
"Only giving us what we both want," he says.
I kick my foot out. It collides with his shins, but he just ignores it. He grabs my wrist and spins me around so that I'm facing the window. He rests his chin on my shoulder and starts swaying.
"You pig," I say disgustingly, as I whip away from him. I dart past him, but he grabs me, running his hand up my legs. I tug away but he draws me back into his arms. From there I tug him over my shoulder and he lands on the ground. I start to run but he pulls me back to him, jumping up from the ground.
I see Zach poking his head out from around the corner. "Zach!" I call out.
He laughs. "Nice try, Cammie, but you're going to have to do better if you want me to feel jealous." He turns away, still smiling.
"Zach, no, please, I'm not- Get away from me you jerk!" I tug away from him, but he spins me around to face him, pushing me up against the wall. He's about to kiss me when someone pulls him back, flipping him onto the ground.