Macey POV

I cannot damn believe Zach Goode was leaning against our car door! Who the hell does he think he is?

"Goode evening ladies, may I join you?" Zach asked, smirking.

"What do you think the answer is to that Goode?" I replied. That freakin' smirk is going to get him killed one day, and when that day comes, I will rejoice.

"Come on McHenry, I know you love me," said Zach.

"In your dreams Goode," I answered. Now, Abby was glaring at Zach, for some reason, Abby hates him, but no one knows why.

"Move your ass Goode," said a very snide Abby.

"Please Abbs?" asked Zach with his damn puppy dog eyes, not that it made him attractive in anyway.

"No, now move your ass, or I'll move it for you," said Abby. Surprisingly, she didn't lash out. She controlled her emotions with eerie speed, and while doing that; she gave him an ice-cold glare.

"I just need to ask a few questions," said Zach.

"Oh, really? So you won't be sleeping at my house for the time being," I replied.

"Technically I will be sleeping in your house whether I ride with you or not," stated Zach.

"Ugh, your such an egocentric dumbass Goode," I said.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied.

"UGH! You know what, just get in the damn car Goode," I shouted.

"Now you see, if you had just let me ride with you in the first place, we could've skipped all the arguing," he said smirking.

I guess Abby was fed up with him and getting impatient, because she picked him up and threw him onto the limo seat across from where we were sitting. The whole way home was silent. Abby and I were just glaring at Zach, daring him to raise his eyes from staring at the carpet. After another 15 minutes, we pulled up onto my insanely large driveway. Getting out of the car, Abby and I walked through my front door and continued on to reach my room. My parents are crazy paranoid because they have Abby sleep in the same room as me. Most of the time it's fun to have another girl sleeping with you, it reminds me of Gallagher.

While I was walking to my bathroom to get dressed, all I can see is Zach. The bastard slid in between my and the door to block me. "What?" I asked him.

He replied, "I was just wondering where I can change and where I can sleep."

"You sleep on the floor next to the window and you can change in here," I answered.

"Don't you have another bathroom?" he asked.

"Of course I do," I said.

"Can I use it?" he asked.

"No, that would be the point of me saying you are changing in my room while I am in the bathroom," I answered frostily.

"I am not changing in front of Abby," he said.

"Get over it Goode," I said, and pushed him to the ground, stepping around him to reach my bathroom. Of course Zach wouldn't let me pass, so he tripped me, and started to get up.

"Do you really want to have a pissing match Goode?" I asked.

"Of course, bring it McHenry," Zach answered.

I wasn't losing a fight this easily, and soon after, it became a full-fledged fight. After watching us fight for a couple minutes Abby stepped in and pulled Zach by the back collar and deposited him next to the window and told him to change. She turned around to point me to the bathroom, and stayed that way while Zach changed.

Once I got in the bathroom, I started doing my nightly routine, of brush, floss, put my hair up, wash my face, and then apply lotion. I normally took a shower in the morning, thanks to the routine that I have at Gallagher. After I stepped out of the bathroom, Abby brushed by me for her turn. My room is pretty big, so across from my bed is Abby's bed. It was pretty surprising to see another bed in my room when I got here. (A/N Macey is on the presidential campaign, but they are at home right now). Surprisingly Abby doesn't take long in the bathroom; she came out 5 minutes later. Abby crawled under her covers and turned out the light on her bedside table. Another minute or two went by, and I went into bed and shut off my light. Saying goodnight to Abby and I, Zach went to bed and fell asleep.

After knowing Zach was asleep, I got out of bed and sat at the edge of Abby's. During this summer, and this past year, Abby and I started getting pretty close. I mean, other than Cammie, she really understood what I was going through, and my urge to run away. Knowing why I was sitting on her bed, Abby said, "I don't really know why Zach here, but I can guess it has something to do with Cammie."

"But why would Zach ask me, why can't he go find Bex?" I wondered aloud to Abby.

"Bex is probably with her parents completing a mission, plus you're the guy expert, which indirectly makes you a girl expert. That, and I am here as well," Abby said, "he probably wants to try and get on my good side, which is going to be hard, might I add."

"I can't remember, is Cammie's birthday coming up?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is July 18, why do you ask?" said Abby. (Sorry, but A/N, I don't know Cammie's real birthday, so I made one up).

"Well since it is coming up, I was wondering if Zach came here, to ask me what he should get for Cammie," I responded.

"Very good guess, it would make sense because he was probably planning on visiting her anyway. My guess is, he already has, and then figured out her birthday was coming up, and started freaking out about what to get her," Abby said, with a feeling of confidence about what she guessed.

"You're probably right, but I can't see Zach freaking out, unless Cammie was dying right in front of him," I said.

"Zach does freak out, but on the inside, he doesn't like people knowing what he is feeling," Abby said.

"No really. I just thought he had the annoying façade/ layer, just irritate everyone on Earth," I said.

"Have you gotten all your questions out?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, thanks for listening Abby," I said.

"Anytime Mace," Abby said.

We had talked for about an hour, and it really wasn't that late. It was eleven o'clock, and I had to be up early for a fabulous schedule my mother has planned out for me. In case you didn't notice, my thoughts were dripping with sarcasm.