So this is the sequel to 'Look before you Lie'. I would have uploaded this earlier but I got a certain new book by the amazing Ally Carter (that I finished in under 3 hours)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls.
Chapter 1: Gone
Cammie
Gallagher Girls stick together.
Gallagher Girls stay in contact once they leave school.
Gallagher Girls never question betraying their sisterhood.
Rouge Gallagher Girls turn into infamous leaders of international terrorist groups.
Of course I'm not a rouge Gallagher Girl. I'm just one that wants answers. I'm just one that left her sisters. I'm just one that stopped communicating with her sisters. I'm just one that is considering betraying her sisterhood for answers. At this point I'm going to point out once again that I'm not rogue. I'm just gone.
Zach
She's gone.
She's really gone.
They got her.
She got her.
She wasn't going to make a sudden reappearance out of Sublevel 4. She wasn't going to reappear in a Cove Ops.
The broken chain slid between my fingers and fell into the open zip of my back. The small 'xoxo' had what appeared to be blood staining it. The clasp had broken and the chain was mangled and twisted. I looked around the room; it hadn't changed much since sophomore year. The beds still stood in the same spots, Jonas's laptop still sat on the desk and the place still looked spotless. I had been in the girls' suite, it was nothing like ours. Bex had broken two lamps, three clocks and a mirror. Macey was refusing to talk to anyone; she just sat in the corner of the room staring out the window into nowhere. Liz had been allowed to go home for the holidays only if she was on strict bed rest. Jonas had confirmed that her day included trying to find Cammie through CIA sites and sleeping, and the same the next day, and the next. It felt like we had only just gotten Cammie back, only to have her taken away by the wrong people.
"Zach are you ready to go?" Grant asked. He had his own backpack swung over his shoulder; he was holding one strap with his hand. Jonas stood behind him, his own backpack hanging off his shoulders; he was hugging the laptop that had been on the desk to his chest.
"Yea, let's go."
We left the west wing and made our way to the front of the Gallagher Academy. An old van was waiting for us. From the outside it looked like an ordinary old van that didn't have many miles in it. On the inside it would be a prison van, designed to keep three detention facility boys in.
I heard the sounds of locks sliding into place so I knew that we were locked in until we got to Blackthorne. We got comfortable for the ride. Grant had fallen asleep, his fingers grazing the floor. Jonas was fiddling with his watch. I was content with just sitting back and trying not to think of what I was going back to or what I was running away from. Cammie, where are you?
"You have 10 minutes to stretch your legs. No more!" The door opened, leaving daylight to flood into the cabin. Jonas jumped out of the van and began to stretch. I pushed Grant off the bench. He collapsed in a heap on the floor, but he was awake. The cowered away from the light like a vampire doing the exact same thing. I followed Jonas out of the van.
Coming from behind us was an old van, but surprisingly it wasn't backfiring, it was running smooth and silent. Behind the wheel was obviously a girl, the size of her sunglasses gave her away. The van pulled across the road from where we were parked. Both side doors opened and two girls who looked to be in their late teens stepped out. One of the girls was clad in a red woollen sweater and a baseball cap was hiding her face. The other girl, with the oversized sunglasses, was dressed the complete opposite to her friend. Her shorts were very short and you could see her patterned bra underneath her white singlet. She walked like someone who had the upmost confidence and belonged on a cat walk in Milan instead of some road in the middle of nowhere.
"You boys know the way to the nearest petrol station?" The girl asked. Surprisingly her accent was British, not American like I suspected it would be. I cursed myself for not recognising the girls earlier.
"What are you doing here Baxter?" I hissed.
"Geez thanks for the warm welcome Zach." The girl who was wearing the baseball cap pulled it back from her face, revealing two caramel coloured eyes and skin that could have belonged to an Egyptian goddess.
"You know it's not every day two Gallagher Girls tail you." Bex finished.
"It's not every day you get taken back to a detention facility." I replied.
"Stop with the act Goode. We're not the bad guys, we are the rescue team." Macey fished a box out of her handbag and handed it to me. It was labelled TNT. "It's only enough to blow up one corner. We will let you do the rest. You have half an hour."
The girls turned and stalked back to the van. Grant stumbled out of the van, finally awake and wolf whistled. "Who is the hottie in the shorts?"
"Macey." I answered, "Don't let Bex hear you ask that, her parents taught her the Baxter chokehold three years ago."
"Wait… that's Bex? Wow she looks different." Jonas glared at Grant as if to say 'no duh' although Grant seemed completely oblivious to Jonas's glare.
"Com'n Jonas." I said, grabbing Jonas's shoulder. He flinched. "We have work to do."
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