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Chapter 2

She knew that voice. You'd think she'd forget it after about 4 months. Nope. It rang clear in her head, like a church bell, except it didn't fade away with a dull ringing noise, it echoed. Those 3 words bounced in her head like a ball.

She knew she couldn't ignore him. He'd only try harder to get her attention. He was like that. There was no running from him too. She was in a corridor with no little hidey-holes to sneak through to escape. She felt bare to him, exposed. Of course she would, her being the Chameleon and no one was supposed to really notice her. She hated being in the center of crowds.

But no. This person defied her Chameleon-ness and saw her, wherever and whoever she was. No matter how hard she tried, this person, a simple human being always found her.

So when she heard the words, "Hey Gallagher Girl," sound from behind her, she squeezed her eyes tighter than they already were and tried desperately to shrink into herself. But it was no use, first of all, because it was physically impossible, second because he would find her, and third because… she knew she would regret not facing him. So once she came to that conclusion, she responded with a small croak. Like a frog. Yea, like a pathetic little frog.

"Go away," Was that her voice? It was so hollow and broken. How could she not have noticed it before? She sounded so… lifeless. But if he detected the empty aura to her voice, he didn't acknowledge it. He only leaned against the black wall and replied with a stupid smirk.

"Is that how you say hi after so long?" Right now, all she wanted to do was disappear. Vanish into nothing and forget everything. Forget him.

"What do you want Zach?" she murmured quietly, finally facing him. It was her first time saying his name in a while. It felt foreign on her tongue, as if Mr. Solomon was teaching them a new language.

Her heart skipped a tiny beat as she looked at him. He looked different. He looked good. His broad shoulders looked stronger than ever (if that were even possible), and his dark brown hair seemed longer as it lay messily framing his pale face. His eyes rested upon her, a hidden emotion held within his gaze. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black jacket and he had a very Zach posture. I can't explain it. Over all, he looked the same, but so different. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Well I guess 4 months apart does that to you.

"Why do I feel that all of out conversations start off the same way? You're always sad or angry or both and then I come to the rescue. You tell me to bug off, but I don't because I know," he leaned closer and before I knew it, he was standing right next to me. Of course I was still in a fetal position on the floor, looking up at him with large, tired eyes.

"I know that you don't really want me to go away." He looked at me with those soft green eyes of his. I almost flinched at the intensity in them but being the spy I was, I held back. I remained emotionless. An empty shell. I felt nothing.

"That's not true. Sometimes I just want to be alone, but you're there all the time-" this is where I involuntarily stood up trembling like a freaking Chihuahua. My legs didn't suddenly want to bear all my weight. I held on the cool, black wall for support with my right hand, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did. I groaned internally when his eyes darted to my hand for a split second before coming back to my face. His eyes searched mine, scrounging for any trace of the old Cammie. The one he teased all through junior (AN: I didn't know what year they were. Sorry. So they were juniors in OGSY and they are seniors here) year. The one he had dipped in the Grand Hall movie style and kissed in front of every Gallagher Girl and Blackthorne boy. The one he had saved multiple times on occasion and the one who always seemed to need it. The weak Cammie. I couldn't be that Cammie anymore. He had to realize that.

"Since when is that a bad thing?" he breathed, referring to my protest. We were close now. About a foot apart. Still too close for me. I stepped back, my back leaning against the wall for support. For a heartbeat, he looked surprised, but then quickly masked it.

"I never said it was. I just want to be alone sometimes. That's all," I muttered self-consciously. I looked down at my feet and realized I didn't have any shoes on. Gladly Liz had painted my toenails a pretty purple color so they didn't look gross or unkempt. But then again, my face. I must have looked terrible to him. I shyly touched my hair and felt an immediate knot. I cursed to myself. Way to represent Cammie. Great.

Zach stared at me. Why wouldn't he stop! Did I look that unappealing?

"No Cam, it's just that you've changed. You look so different. I can't tell if it's a good or bad thing." Wow did I really just say that aloud? Crap. Now he's seen weakness. I needed to get out of here. Tears threatened to spill over my eyes if I didn't leave. Now. The nearest exit was about 5 minutes away. I was weak, tired and my legs were about to buckle from under me. I had no chance of outrunning him. So I decided to make an innocent escape.

"I need to go." I blurted as I shakily shoved past him. In the process, I stumbled. My legs finally gave out. That's when I felt his strong arms around me, propping me up as I staggered. I panted as I used both hands to keep myself upright against the wall. What was I going to do?

I felt Zach's cool breath on my neck. He was anxious, I could tell, even without looking at him. But he was also scared. For me.

And that's when I snapped. I jerked away from his arms with as much strength as I could muster and murmured an inaudible, "I'm sorry," before stumbling into the darkness. He didn't come after me.

It wasn't until I got to my safe little bathtub that A; I realized it was 5:00 and it was exactly an hour before Gallagher Academy woke up and got ready. B; I was going to have to call in sick today, because when I finally closed the door to the bathroom, I collapsed on the floor, a giant heap of skin and bones, panting my heart out. I was so tired. And finally C, (I realized this a bit later after I got about 30 minutes of sleep) that in my sweater pocket, there was a tiny piece of Evapopaper that I hadn't noticed been put in.

I gently unfolded it and sighed when I saw the handwriting.

I'll see you soon Gallagher Girl.

-Z

Soon?