I do not own any of the Gallagher girl characters or quotes. All credit goes to Ally Carter!
This is my first fanfiction, so please please please reveiw! I really want to know what you guys think, so I probably won't update till there's at least 10 reveiws. Thanks so much for reading!
It was a steamy night in Malibu where Cammie Morgan was staying with her best friends, Bex, Liz, and Macey. Cammie stood on the balcony of her beach house, gazing silently out at the waves lapping up over the sand, thinking about a certain Blackthorne boy who hadn't left her mind since their last en counter in the Gallagher halls. They had barely escaped Blackthorne with their lives, and the encounter seemed like it had left a permanent effect on both Zach and her. She shivered as she recalled the intensity of that night with the pigeons-
When he kissed me it was hungrier somehow, as if this moment was all we had, and we had to taste it, drink it, savor it, and not waste a single drop.
"Run away with me." Zach's breath was heavy and warm against my face. I didn't hear the words, I only knew the kiss was real—the kiss was safe.
She could still taste him on her lips. Still feel the way their lips melted perfectly as if they were one being. She closed her eyes and listened to the ocean and wished that life could be as simple as it was before she knew about the circle, before she knew about Zach's mother, before… before everything. Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft snore of her roommate, Macey. Cammie smiled to herself, imagining what Macey would say if she knew she snored. She would deny it, no doubt. Cammie ran her hand along the smooth marble railing, enjoying the cool breeze on her face and the salty smell of the ocean. She knew she needed to sleep. She had to always be on guard because no matter how far away she ran, the circle would always find her. Ms. Goode's face flashed behind her eyelids. That cruel smile that had been haunting her since she found out about Zach's relation to the people who had been hunting Cammie for over a year still made her cringe. She unconsciously bit her lip from the anxiety that thinking about Zach's mom brought upon her. Recalling the explosion, the fire, the way Zach looked at her before shooting the explosives… Cammie suddenly felt unsteady, and she leaned against the railing to support herself. She breathed deeply, calming herself, trying not to think about everything that had happened over the past months. She put her head in her hands, frustrated at how weak she was acting. She didn't like to feel weak. She needed to get away. Her legs started to walk her back through the house and out the door on their own accord, and she felt her pace pick up as she ran barefoot along the sandy shore. The sand felt amazing between her toes, and her loose nightshirt flew around her like a whispering ghost. She ran until her breath was short, and even then she did not stop. She slowed to a walk and looked around her. She was amazed at how far she had actually run. The house wasn't even visible above the scrubby hills and sand anymore. When her breathing had calmed, she sat down on the beach, far enough so the waves could not overcome her, but close enough that she could feel the cool water on her toes. Cammie began to absent-mindedly trace patterns in the sand next to her, her mind wandering to her friends back at the house. How long could she put them in danger before she snapped? She got up and dusted the sand off of her shirt, but as she was turning to go back to the beach house, she felt a presence behind her. She spun quickly, expecting to see the woman's face that had been clouding her mind for months, but she was instead greeted with a pair of warm laughing eyes.
"Hello Gallagher Girl."