Part 1
Zach glanced over at me as Preston tried to take me down. He walked up to me trying to look cool, being a politician's son. "Come on Cam. You're not really going to hurt me, are you?" He looked at me thoughtfully trying to make me change my mind. "How about you give me a little peck right here so I can go on my date with Macey?" He pointed to his lips. I punched him right where he wanted me to kiss him. Zach let out a chuckle as Preston groaned, wiping his lip where blood was coming through.
"Rule number twenty-three: Just because she's the opposite sex doesn't mean she'll drop everything and sleep with you." I recite to him. He shoots me a look and I shrug my shoulder. Bex, Macey, Liz, Zach, and I have been trying to train him to defend himself from The Circle. He isn't doing so great but he's got the basics. "Preston," I called "The Circle is composed of CIA, NSA, Homeland, FBI, and assassins. You're not going to live if you don't pay attention." "Did you two grow up like this?" He looked at me and Zach. We looked at each other and nodded. "Damn. I'm going to die, aren't I?" Preston cracked a smile.
Two arms slithered around my waist and a kiss was left on my neck. "How about we let Preston run along on his little date? You know how Macey gets." Zach whispers in my ear. I nod and Preston runs out of that barn before I can assign him practice. I turn to Zach and kiss him. "We could've kept him and get him in trouble." I tell him. He shakes his head "Part of the guy code. We don't let other guys get beat up by their girlfriends." He chuckles and leans down for another kiss when Preston pops his head in through the door. "Thanks Zach. Oh, Cam? Your mom is looking for you. She said it was important." Preston called out. I waved goodbye and he left. I brought my lips up to Zach's, barely touching his.
"I have to go." I whispered
"I know." He replied. "What are you going to do? You can't stay by yourself. You can come with me." I told him. He connected our forehead. "Mmmmhmm" "I'll take that as a yes?" I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to me, kissing him passionately. We've certainly become comfortable with each other where we can make out and touch each other. He's certainly good at it too. "I've got to go see my mom." I breathlessly say as I break away from his kiss. Zach's lips are a little pink from our little scuffle. He grabs my hand and together we get out of the barn.
Once we reach the Grand Hall I kiss him goodbye so he can get changed into his uniform. "I'll meet you at the office. Don't be late because I'll know where you'll be." He kisses me and winks. I run down to my suite so I can beat him there. I open the door to se Bex sitting on the bed, arms crossed with her beautiful British face laced with curiosity. Liz is pacing the room whispering mad things to herself. Just as I get to my closet Macey comes through the door wearing a new necklace around her perfect collarbones. "What's up with these two?" She asks me. I shrug my shoulder and change into my uniform. I kneel by Bex and ask,"What's wrong?" She looks at me and says, "New Girl."
Buckingham knocks on our door and calls us to my mother's office. We walk slowly until I see Zach with his hands shoved into his pockets and his hair combed back nicely. As I walk up to him, he laces his fingers with mine and we both go through the door to my mother's office. Her glasses pushed up her nose, her hair framing her face, and her blue eyes scanning the student interview. A girl with curly brown hair sat in the chair directly across from my mother. Her back was straight, her golden eyes focused on the wall behind my mom staring directly at Mr. Solomon. Did she notice him when she came in or did she just see him?
"You are very interesting, . It says here that you were an art thief, but in a different way. In what way is that?" My mother asked. Zach's grip on my hand tensed as my mother said the girl's name. "I stole art work and gave it to the rightful owners. During World War II many Nazis raided homes of artists and stole their painting and secretly selling them. These are the authentic ones, given back to the rightful descendants and owners of the artwork. It was considered Robin Hood in a way." "Zach, you're hurting me. Let go." I whispered into his ear as his grip tightened. He looked down and let go mumbling an apology. I kissed his hand trying to make him relax. My mother eyed us and gestured for all of us to sit. Zach and I sat near my mom as Bex, Macey, Liz, and Preston whispered with .
Zach's eyes were growing darker by the minute. He was getting really tense. I glance over his shoulder to see Mr. Solomon whisper into his ear and suddenly he started to relax. I started to notice the room wasn't in its civilian mode. "Right that's enough chatter. Welcome to Gallagher Academy, Ms. Martin." They stood and shook hands. "Right behind you is Gallagher's finest students." My mother waved to us and the girl turned. Her skin was a pale brown and her eyes were a dark green. Her long curly came to a braid on her chest. The uniform fit her perfectly. Her eyes had a cold feeling to it as she looked at Zach, and her mouth in a frown. We lined up with Zach and I at the back. She went down the line greeting us. She reached me and noticed my fingers laced with Zach's. She smiled an almost sympathetic smile and hugged me. She moved on to Zach and her glare was cold.
"Alex, I-" He started but she cut him off by gripping his hand.
"Hi my name is Alex. I've never met you before." She said in a monotone. She seemed like a robot reciting something in front of him. Certainly not as smooth as she was with my mom.
"Alex? Look I-" Zach tried again but she again stopped him.
"Whatever you have to say to me now, you could've said in Paris. Save it Zach because it's going to take me a while to trust you again." She said harshly. Her tone was hurt and her words were harsh. She said them with so much ease, Mr. Solomon cracked a grin. Zach stood there with his hand in hers. "My name's Zach. Welcome to Gallagher Academy."