Cammie
In a way, I guess spending time in Zach's room wasn't really a torture...
Because now, I was in public, pretending to be an old family friend.
It was kind of true, except our parents hadn't seen each other in over twenty years now.
"Loosen up, Gallagher Girl," Zach said, as we weaved our way in through the crowds.
I stared at him, my lips forming a tight line.
"Don't tell me what to do, Zachary."
"So this is the famous Zach Goode."
That voice was all too familiar... And I hoped it would be, considering I'd lived with her for six years.
"Hey Bex," I said, without turning around.
"Hey Cam, Macey says 'hey' by the way."
I smiled, "Zach, this is my best friend Bex. Bex, this is the arrogant and annoying Zachary."
"That's nice, Gallagher Girl," Zach said, venom dripping from his words.
"How's Mace and Liz?" I asked, completely ignoring Zach. And to be honest, the only part I was worried of was him going off on his own and getting murdered.
Bex shrugged. "Macey's in love, as usual, and Liz is, well, Liz."
I smiled. "How's Preston?"
"Following Macey like a lost puppy."
I laughed. Though Macey didn't exactly... like... Preston when they first met, they were now inseparable. And between Liz, Bex and I, we couldn't imagine anyone better for Macey. They balanced each other out perfectly.
And then there was Liz. She was a klutz, no doubt. She was the least coordinated Gallagher Girl in the entire history of Gallagher Girls. But we still loved her, no matter what. Though Liz was the one who loved homework, I was the one who went to University, while she went straight to lab work. But I was grateful, as on this mission, she was my partner in crime. We were the only ones out of our little group who entered the same agency, and while I was stuck being a bodyguard, Liz was in Langley, in front of a computer, getting feeds on danger in the area, and sending them to me.
So maybe Bex and Zach were just meant to never get along...
Unless throwing insults at each other were their ways of showing friendship (Which I can testify against).
"Bye, Bex," I finally said, tired of hearing swears back and forth for two hours. Hell, I don't even think I knew this much swears before now.
And finally, the arguing was over.
"Zachary," I started.
"Why do you insist on calling me by my full name?" he asked, one of his eyebrows raised.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Your mother will have our necks if we don't head back now."
He rolled his eyes, "I thought your job was to keep me out of danger. I'm not in danger, so why would she have our necks?"
As much as I hated to admit it, he was partially right. Only partially though, as he might not have been in danger now, but he could very well be in the matter of few minutes.
