Cammie
Sunday January 27
1:45 AM
I woke up in a panic, hyperventilating, with no idea what I had been dreaming about. That scared me more than the dream, whatever it was, I did not want to lose any more of my memory, thank you very much.
I didn't think before leaving my room and making my way to the gargoyle on the third floor. I crept into the cramped space behind it; I used my fingers to probe the stone until I found the little knot that released the doorway to the passageway. A gust of musty air blew my hair back as I stepped into the hidden hall. The stone sealed back up behind me.
I wandered for a while. I hadn't been in this tunnel for years and had to wave my flashlight in front of my face to get rid of the cobwebs. I found a few new branches, one of them snaking to Madame Dabney's room, where I laid down on one of her think carpets and turned off my flash light. I closed my eyes, needing to rest for just a second.
I woke up hours later, with the sun in my eyes and birds chirping. I had a foul taste in my mouth. Shit! What time is it? I scrambled to my feet and hurried back into the passageway. My friends would freak if they woke up and found me gone.
My roommates had woken up and found me gone. "Cammie!" Liz cried when I re entered the room. She was ninety pounds but felt like more when she jumped on me.
"Where were you?" Bex demanded, angry enough that her lips were pressed white against each other.
"I was just-"
"We thought you had been kidnapped!" Macey said, sticking her head around the bathroom door, face mask firmly in place.
"We were so worried!" Liz said, finally letting me go.
My eyes found Bex's, a scared feeling sliding through my stomach. "How worried."
Bex glanced down, wincing for my sake. "Worried enough,"
"Bex!"
I snatched my phone and dialed the number. Straight to voice mail. "What were we supposed to do? You can't just leave like that anymore!" Liz squeaked.
"I'm not mad! He's not answering!"
Bex smirked, "Call it karma, he must be already on his way. Your fault for worrying us."
Maybe so, but now I was worried about more than getting lost in tunnels. Zach was on his way here and he was going to be furious with me for worrying him. I waved to my roommates and told them very clearly that I was going to wait for him by the gates. I was hoping to keep his reaction between the two of us instead of hashing it out in front of the freshman, most of who were already in love with him.
Besides, Zach was sexy when he got all angry and worried about me. Sometimes he got…physical, and the last thing I wanted was an audience.
I was waiting by the gate when he pulled up in his car. Somehow word had spread about what was happening, so the windows were filled with curious faces. I would have to do another bug sweep of my room.
Then my eyes were riveted on Zach as he stalked up to the bars. "Let me in, Cammie." He said, his mouth set and angry. He didn't call me Gallagher Girl, and that was a bad sign.
"No." I licked my lips nervously.
"Excuse me?" his lips tightened angrily. "Let me the fuck in, Cammie."
"Not until you calm down."
"Calm down? Cammie, I thought you had been taken again." His voice wasn't angry anymore; instead it was soft and vulnerable.
Without a word I unlocked the gates. He slipped through before they even opened the whole way and he grabbed me and kissed me hard.
I could almost hear the sighs of the girls from the manor. At least he didn't dip me this time. "You scared me, Gallagher Girl." He mumbled, burying his face in my neck.
I chuckled and twined my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry I worried you," I told him softly, thinking how terrified I would have been if our situations were reversed.
"Come on, Blackthorne Boy," I said, pulling away from him. "Lets get you some breakfast."