Ok so this is my first please don't be mean if it's that bad.
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gallagher girls (I totally wish I did though!)
Cammie POV
I was curled up in a secret passage way I found in 8th grade watching the rain fall softly onto the gravel path below. All summer I had been staying on my grandparent's ranch in Nebraska. I love them I really do but it can get a bit boring just scaling fish all summer. Right now I am waiting for all my sisters to return from summer break but I know inside there is still 2 hours 37 minutes and 12 seconds until anyone will be here. I suppose it gives me time to think but when I do all my thoughts are out the window when one name comes into my head.
Zach.
Zachary Goode.
All I ever seem to do is think about him. His short, dark hair that falls perfectly into his eyes. Eyes. His dreamy, bottomless, bright green eyes. And his cocky, annoying, gorgeous smirk that is permanently stamped on his face. Don't get me started on his personality. How he calls me Gallagher Girl and gets my heart to race. How mysterious he is and how many walls he has to try and protect people. Macey our resident boy expert insists that mystery is sexy but it can get totally annoying. Like when you ask him a question and all you get is his cryptic, "spy".
I don't always thing about Zach (but he's like 99.9% of my thoughts) I sometimes think of lil' old Liz, Elizabeth Sutton, and her infamous 'oopsie daises' when she does something clumsy. Then Bex, Rebecca Baxter (call her Rebecca if you want to wake up missing a limb), the strong fighter out of us. Not to mention British. Then Macey, Macey McHenry, yes those McHenrys. Macey is the senator's daughter, so naturally she gets to keep up the Gallagher girls' image to the world. The spoiled brat image. I sometimes think of my mom. Headmistress of the Gallagher academy for exceptional young women. My school. I know what you're thinking. Oh my gosh your mom's the headmistress you must have some special part in the school. Believe me I totally don't. I am never told anything. I also totally never told you that I go to a school for spies either but obviously you must have at least level four clearance to be reading this so it's fine.
I also think about my not-so-secret mission to Blackthorne. The Blackthorne institute for boys. A title admittedly not as grand as Gallagher but still. I still laugh when I think of how many times Dr Steve (the headmaster) says excellent in a sentence. I'm no Macey but I know that Jonas, geeky Jonas is perfect for Liz and that 'Brad Pitt body double' Grant is perfect for Bex. Both, funnily, Zach's best friends. I laugh even harder when I think of all the 8th graders that drool over Macey who is quite happily single, but we all know she secretly liked Preston. She still might.
As I looked back out at the now light drizzle I notice the front of a limo pull up through the gates. Oh my gosh. I just wasted over 2 hours thinking and it was not all about Zach! Urgh. I just thought of him then. There goes my new personal best. As a pair of legs that belong to a supermodel are flung out of a limo I bolt downstairs to greet the first of my sisters back from break.
"Macey!" I scream.
Soooo how was it? Sorry it was short I just needed to start somewhere.
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