Hey guys! Chapter 2 :)
I'm too lazy for writing out a disclaimer like last chapters, so yea, I don't own the Gallagher Girl series, yadda yadda. Get to reading.
Macey POV
Okay, where was that girl? I know she's The Chameleon and everything, but she needs to stop being so… chameleony. The waiter was gone from the door, and as was Cammie. I sighed, slipped a fifty on the table for the waiters effort, and walked through the restaurant. Boys looked at my face, and wrinkled their noses. Yea, this cover is getting the worst of me. Next place I go, I really need to get a better wig. And face. Though I might keep the eyes… Macey. Right, right. Cammie, I know.
I finally got out of the restaurant, taking deep gulps of the chilly night air. I looked around the street, eyeing the people that stood in clumps or pairs. I started to walk after I didn't spot her with anyone around the building. The black flats I was wearing were really starting to dig into my pinkie toe… I sighed, leaning down to take off the stupid shoes (don't even think about making a comment about Macey McHenry and shoes.) I held them in my hand as I ran down the street, looking in alleyways I passed.
"Tabitha!" I called, trying my best to keep my Southern accent in place. "Tabitha!" My cheeks started to heat up. Where was she? She couldn't have gone far, it had only been five, maybe ten minutes! I looked in one more alley, saying this would be the last one before I turned around and went the other way. And then I saw it. Cammie. Pushed up against the wall by that gross waiter. He leaned down and kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes. Was this even my Cammie? She would never do this sort of thing. I noticed a few boys standing next to me on the sidewalk, watching the couple in the alley. I snuck in, moving as silently as I could with no shoes. I hid at the other end of the alleyway, watching Cammie carefully, waiting to jump in and attack the waiter at the right time.
"Players." The guy said, and something about his voice sent tingles up my spine. He shook his head slightly.
"I know." Cammie said lightly, as if she had full trust in the perv with his hands on her waist. "So are you going to cooperate now?" she reached behind his neck, causing him to shiver.
"Hmm…" He drummed his fingers on her waist, looking up to the sky. "How bout no?" Do you want to cooperate? No? Was he trying to rape her and she was trying to make him stop? I shook my head sharply. Only interfere when she shows a sign of trouble. Cammie's eyes went round, and I got ready to pounce, something I'd learned from Bex.
"Zach-" Hold up. Zach? Zach was here? In Canada? But why? How? Was he with Mr. Solomon, or completely on his own? Was he bringing Cammie to his bitch-of-a-mom? I almost burst out laughing. Zach was a son… of a bitch! Ha! I snickered quietly, not letting the wind carry my voice.
"It's best if you don't know, Cammie." He shook his head as he cut her off. I could see her knees wobbling, and soon they gave out, taking away her balance. Zach stiffened his arms slightly to catch her. I couldn't take anymore of their sappy couple stuff. I moved quick and quiet to the next alley, slithering down, then waiting outside the one Cammie was in, knowing she'd come back out to head back to the Hard Rock. But when a figure stepped out of the alley, and I was ready to jump them, it wasn't Cammie. It was Zach.
"Don't go." I heard Cammie's voice drift out from the alley, so sad. I could almost hear the tears. "Come with me. Run with me. Just please don't go."
"In a way, I am. You just won't know I'm there." He turned in my direction and almost ran me over. "Sorry." He mumbled, moving me out of the way.
"Goode." I said flatly, not daring to look over my shoulder. He stopped, and I heard his breathing tighten slowly. "If you hurt her. If you break her. If you do anything bad to her in anyway, you should be scared for you life." I finished, then started walking swiftly towards the alleyway, only to find that Cammie had already taken off.
Cammie POV
"We both know you shouldn't do that, Gallagher Girl."
"You never let me have any fun, do you Zach?" I pulled back out of his arms a tiny bit, resting my heating body on the cold stone wall. Not only had Macey found me, but also Zach, and possibly Mr. Solomon. Zach smirked and shook his head. He turned to look over his shoulder, and I studied his features. His brilliant green eyes were covered by deep blue contacts, and the normal shag of chocolate brown hair he had was hidden beneath a cropped black wig.
"That depends on what the fun is." He smiled at me. Like, actually smiled at me. Not his cute little smirk, or a smug grin. A smile. That touched his eyes. And I realized, there was some things I still didn't understand about Zach Goode. And seeing him with that smile made me want to strip him of his cover, to see what it looked like with his eyes.
"I don't even want to know what you mean by that." I said, trailing a hand down his bicep. A large group of college students came down the street then, and a couple of the guys of the pack stopped to stare at us - well, more at me. I guess Zach sensed them, because he leaned down, kissing my collar bone, then my neck, my jaw line, then stopped, staring at me with his eyes. If we hadn't been in cover, I would've thought it was sweet of him to do that. But we were, so I knew he was only following the sheet. As I glanced over his shoulder quickly, I noticed the guys had disappointed looks on their faces. They slumped their shoulders, and started to go catch up with their friends.
"Players." Zach said, shaking his head.
"I know," I rolled my eyes. "So are you going to cooperate now?" I started to twirl the hairs on the back of his neck again, making him shiver.
"Hmm…" He looked up to the sky as if deep in thought, while he drummed his fingers on my hip. "How bout no?" He locked eyes with me, and I saw that they were dark.
"Zach-" I tried to say, making my contact green eyes round.
"It's best if you don't know, Cammie." He shook his head as he cut me off. My knees went weak as he said my name. My real name. I ran it through my brain, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. I lost by balance a tiny bit, and the hands on my waist tighten, holding me up.
"Zach, please." I sighed, studying his eyes for something, but they were hard as ice. And it's also kind of hard to read someone's eyes when they're wearing contacts. "I've been all over North America for the past six months, and all I've gotten is beat up and no answers." Just then, Zach crushed me into him, holding me tightly, as if he was protecting me from the world. As if nothing could touch me as long as I was in his arms.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered in my ear, voice as quiet as the wind blowing down the alleyway. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Sorry for what, Zach?" I twisted my head in an attempt to see him, but just came face to face with his neck. Awkward… He took a deep breath, making me crush into him even more.
"I've been there all these months." He whispered again, starting to twirl another strand of my wig. "And I haven't done anything." I realized what he meant. He's been tracking me, all this time. And I had no idea. Then I started to remember.
A black haired, blue eyed paperboy eyeing me as I walked past him in Sacramento, California. Another blacked haired, blue eyed boy handing me a flyer to some movie screening in Victoria, British Columbia. It was falling into place. Zach had been tracking me. And I was too caught up in my silly mission to see him.
"No, I'm sorry Zach." I said, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. "I just realized you were there. I was stupid. I didn't realize a certain black haired, blue eyed boy on my tail." He sighed, letting out what seemed like a long-contained breath. He still twirled my fake hair, as if pretending it was my own. But my new haircut was too short to twirl.
"You're not stupid." He breathed, dropping the strand of hair, and smoothing it. "You were caught up with other things." And then he pulled away, and I felt the coolness of the night start to dance up my arms. He pressed his lips hard to my forehead, like how he did that day at the amusement park when Townsend caught Solomon. As he started to step away from me, I reached for his hand.
"Don't go." I said, almost pleading him. "Come with me. Run with me. Just please don't go." I didn't want to cry in front of Zachary Goode. I tried so desperately to keep my eyes from brimming with tears, but sometimes even a Gallagher Girl can't control her emotions. Zach started to shake his head and pull his hand away.
"In a way, I am." He started backing down the alley. "You just won't know I'm there." And with that, he was gone. I sighed a frustrated sigh, and started for the bus stop to take me home. I couldn't go back and face Macey. It would just result in an emotional overload. And Mr. Solomon was in there. Who knows what would happen if he saw through my cover.
On Friday, January fourteenth, four days after my plane was supposed to sweep me off back to Roseville, I sat on the comfy bed of my hotel room, twirling the tiny sculpture Macey had given me, practically bawling my eyes out. It was perfect porcelain, and I knew it had been professionally made. Which made me wonder if Bex and Liz were in Toronto as well. I let my mind wander, thinking of all the reasons I had run, and coming up with reasons for why Macey had followed me. And all the other stuff that crossed my mind too. I think I passed out while thinking, because I only remember there being a knock on my door, and then well… there no longer was a door.
I bolted upright in bed, staring at the dark figure blocking my easiest exit. I still have a window to the right of the room, which I could beat my attacker to, or the vent shaft leading to God knows where under my bed. But then the dark figure moved into the moonlight, and I stared into frightened green eyes. Zach. Zach had found me. Again. I sighed in frustration, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
"What do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms to stare at him. It felt strange, since every time we'd seen each other these past months, he'd been in cover, and so had I. My cropped, dark brown hair was most likely a rats nest (unlike a certain McHenry, my hair goes completely poof when I sleep) and I could almost feel the mascara stains on my cheeks from the crying I'd done earlier that night. Zach crossed the room in two strides, grabbing my suitcase from beside the closet. "Seriously Zach! Why are you here?" I hissed, trying not to wake the elderly couple in the hotel room next door.
"We have to leave, Cammie." I almost tripped over nothing at the sound of my name in his voice again, but I kept my cool (well, tried to) by leaning against the door frame with my arms crossed. I tried to shake the thought that I was wearing bright green boxer shorts, and a white tank top clinging to my back from sweat, while a cute boy rooted through the suitcase that held waaaay more better looking pyjamas. He threw me a pair of dark jeans, a dark red shirt, and the fairly large black hoodie he'd been wearing. "Go put those on." He pointed to the bathroom. I nodded, giving him a questioning look, before slipping inside. The jeans weren't my comfiest, and the shirt wasn't the most… concealing, but the sweater made me feel at home. I knew it was Zach's by the smell - plain soap and regular shampoo, and well, the fact he gave it to me… I smiled to the mirror, feeling happy that I now had a second item of Zach's to wear.
Judging by the fact that Zach wasn't in his cover, I didn't bother with pulling on my wig or slipping in my contacts. I turned off the washroom light, then slipped into the dark bedroom. Well, it wasn't really a bedroom. You walk in through the front door, and right in front of you is a bed, a small table, a mini-fridge, and a door to your left - the bathroom. I looked Zach up and down quickly, noting his appearance in case we got separated - wherever the hell we were going! I noticed that my suitcase was re-packed, not even a little bit out of place from the way I'd left it before it got the Zach Goode root through. I picked it up, only for Zach to take it from my grasp.
"C'mon, Gallagher Girl." Zach whispered, taking my hand. I guess he'd opened the small window, because soon he was throwing my bag out of it! That had breakables in there! I stopped in my tracks, looking around the room a final time. I grabbed the porcelain figurine, stuffing it in the deep pockets of Zach's sweater. I also grabbed my wallet, fishing out twenty bucks to leave on the bed. It should cover the extra four days I had stayed. Now I know you might be wondering why I had left my wig behind, but trust me, I didn't. I had packed it along with everything else, seeing as I didn't know where to turn to get a fake id and passport done. Zach reached for my hand, but I shook him off.
"I know how to jump out a window, Zach." And with that, I stood in the windowsill, sizing up the two story jump. I've fallen this height before, landing on my back. I only walked away with minor bruising. I took a deep breath, then leaped, landing on the balls of my feet. Pain shot up my legs, and I started to hop, trying my best not to squeal in pain. I heard the thud of Zach landing behind me, then his footsteps as he walked over to me.
"Piggy back ride?" He offered. I glared at him when I saw the smirk on his face, but nodded anyway. I probably won't be able to walk for a while. Like I said: minor bruising.
Alright so chapter two done (: I decided I might as well make the first few chapters Zammie, before I get into the actual story (which will have waaaay more Macey, you're warned.) I like writing things between Macey and Zach too :D They squabble like siblings, and yes, I just used the word squabble. Got a problem with it? Squabble squabble squabble squabble squabble squabble squabble squabble squabble. There.
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