Just so you know:

I love Zach and so I support Zammie. So if you're hoping to have Josh appear you're out of luck.

Disclaimer: I do not nor did I ever own Gallagher Girls or Zach(sadly)

P.S. some of you are saying that Cammie is over reacting but lets just say that... Cammie is having some P.M.S. issues!!!!!!yeah thats the best i've got. I just think she neeeds more drama and its easier to write dramatic things with a dramatic person.

Grandpa turned onto a road I knew well from my childhood. Once grandma and grandpa trusted me enough not to get lost they let me ride my bike on a real road instead of the dirt road leading to their house. Of course that was when I was six. I'm older know and I've jogged all the way to town and back two years ago and still love jogging the road every summer.

"Oh I forgot to tell you. We hired help for over the summer." He gave me a smile and went back to driving.

"You didn't need to hire someone; I could do the work for you!" My grandpa didn't know I was a spy in training so he did know I could work.

"Don't worry you'll thank me." He grinned to himself as we turned onto the dirt drive that was around 2.4 miles before pulling up to the house.

I couldn't help but think my grandpa was insane. What did he mean by 'don't worry you'll thank me.' Seriously did my grandpa think I needed a guy? 'Cause I am confused by one already. And for all I know the help could be a twelve year old.

I hopped out of the rusty old truck and grabbed my bags from the back. I brought them inside and went up to my room. Walked up stairs and turned to my right because that was the only way to go. I passed my grandma and grandpa's room on the left then a computer/book room. I kept walking and stopped to look in the guest room on my left. There were bags and a laptop sitting on the bed. The blinds were drawn and the bed was made with military precision. I could remember that's how the Blackthorn boys' rooms looked like all made with military precision and wondered if that's how all guy's were. I opened the door right in front of me. Not to the left where the helpers room was, not to the right were the bathroom was; in front of me where my room has been since I started coming here.

I went in and looked around. It was just the way I remembered. There was a full size bed in the center against the back wall where the window was placed above the bed. It let in brilliant sun light that lit the entire room. Sure it looked old and worn out but this place is my home away from home. I love it here.

I changed into my jean mini shorts(Macey won't let me wear anything else except for my P&E shorts that I can not wear because it has my school name on it) and put on my "don't make me mad-this kitten has claws" t-shirt. Liz gave my the t-shirt she is absolutely obsessed with the Night World books and said that she'd keep it but its too big for her pixie like body. I gladly took it because Bex said that it warned the boys not to piss me off. I remember my roommates laughing their heads off (not literally) and joking about what would happen to any boy who did piss me off. I didn't comment but thought that it was true. Well now it was true… ever since Zach kissed me and left. Now no boy will ever hurt me mentally or physically again (not that he hurt me physically but it's good to be prepared).

I looked at myself in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I looked… hot. Well at least as hot as Cammie Morgan a girl that can kick any boy's ass and is practically invisible could be.

I knew Zach would get a kick out of my t-shirt next time he saw me. That is if I ever saw him again and I'm not to busy running away. I sighed and turned away from the mirror. It made me remember how I would look myself over before seeing Zach.

I didn't know if I would ever get over him. I didn't know if I would ever see him again. I didn't know a lot of things. But the one thing I did know is that I would notlet Zachary Goode ruin my summer.