Cammie POV

As my tears become less and less I keep thinking of Luke. I know the saying forgive and forget. I have to go through it again in order to forget it, in order t forgive it, so this is the Luke Story . . .

It was a bright Saturday and I sat outside having a little time to myself. I had been jogging around the track and after five miles decided I needed a brake. Out of nowhere a little shower began so I went into the P&E barn; it was there I saw it. Bex and Zach. They were making out, and Zach was not stopping it. He let her kiss him. He wasn't kissing back that much, yet he wasn't stopping it. He was letting it happen.

I wasn't sure what kind of emotions were running through me. I had just lost Dad for real a couple months ago, and then Grandma Morgan had the heart attack when I came up for winter vacation. Now this. I backed out of the barn careful not to be seen. After getting free from that chamber of torture, what used to be my favorite place, I ran from it. As a spy I am not suppose to run, but as a girl I have every right to hide and never want to come out.

I ran past the track, past the woods, past a nice little meadow I had found in the ninth grade, and then there was the Gallagher gate. I found the hole so fast you'd think it was a routine and I peeled the gate back, enclosing the tiny clasp back on the other part of the fence. Then I ran some more.

I slowed as I got into Roseville, but I was still jogging as the adrenaline surged through my body making my heart pound faster than I thought possible. That had been a record, I had never ran five miles without stopping in my life.

I as began walking I felt what I was running from. The ache, the terrible pain, the horrible feeling. I had not known Zach to be like this. He was always so kind, everyone thought we were a couple because of how cute we looked together. I let the tears pour and sank against the ground leaning against the tree as my legs gave away.

I could have cried minutes or hours. I think it was only minutes, but I lost all meaning or time when I heard a male voice say, "Ma'am are you okay?" At first I thought he may have been referring to someone else, but as I looked up I could tell he meant me.

The first few second I just stared at him, he was the spitting image of a movie star, but he wasn't a movie star. I could see that under his tight fitting Hollister shirt he had 8-pack abs. He was tall, but not a giant. He didn't have the same lankly figure as Josh had. And he wasn't a brick like Zach, he was a moive star similar to Jacob from Twilight, but not as bulky up top, or wide in the shoulders. His voice had been smooth, like honey.

"Yes," I whispered as my voice cracked again.

"May I help you, unnamed young lady?" He grinned as if he had found the pin in the haystack. He slid his hand down and I grabbed it feeling his skin felt like a babies skin; soft and smooth.

"Its Cammie," I smiled shyly.

"Nice to meet you," He had said as he walked me over to a near-by bench.

"Cam," Zach shook into my thoughts waking me, "Its eleven at night and I haven't seen anything in hours, ready?"

I scooted away from him to my side, but kept his jacket. I also melted as I smelled it, noticing for the first time how much I had missed Zach sent a pang of guilt of how rude I had been to him. I quickly shook it off. Now if only I could finish this story with Luke.

"We are here," Zach said. I suddenly remember how we had switched to a closer motel this morning.

I got out the car silently and got in and out of the shower just as quietly. I ate the Italian food Zach brought in and sat on the couch trying to figure out what our next move should be.

Zach climbed into bed and I did too. I think I surprised him by saying, "I'm cold will you turn over."

He obediently turned to where we were face to face. I curled into a ball moving over so far we were touching; I molded myself into him. Whether it was nerves, emotions, or PMS I will never know but I found tears trickling down my face. I sniffed, automatically regretting it as Zach looked at me.

"Hey," He wiped a few loose tears away with his thumb, "Its okay, we are together now, and its going to be okay." He hugged me for some reason it made me cry harder until he rocked me to sleep.

AN Please Read-Hey its me Kaitlin. I am sorry I haven't been on here the way I usually am, with the holidays and all I went on a writing strike, and I am kind of to obsessed with instagram and my new I phone to write. Also I would love to know what you got for Christmas, and that sounded kind of rude sorry I am trying to not to brag. The only reason I got an Iphone is because I agreed to clean the entire house, and keep it that way, have chores (which is new to me), keep my grades up ( I already do), and we got our house phone cut off along with a bunch of tv channels, so we can afford it.

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