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i already sent Megan like 4 more chapters and she approved them, so here's chappie 4.
and, since i left it off at a cliff-hanger last time, i will take pity on m pretties and add an extra chappie today. you're welcome. :P
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"Wha—?" Zach's grip loosened considerably on me and despite my shock, I made a split-second decision, whirling around and grabbing the gun before he could finish the word. I pointed it at him, my hands shaking and my hearting pounding in my chest.
He just stared at me, shock spelled out clearly on his dark eyes. Well. That and panic.
"Well—what—what are you doing here?" He stuttered. My heart went into instant palpitations just hearing his voice.
"I, um…" We both stared at the gun in my hands and for the first time, it hit me, how…weird this was.
Zach started backing away into the shadow. "This is too bizarre. I—" He turned and started running.
My heart sank. I hadn't seen him in two years. Two freaking years! And now I was in the middle of my mission—my most important mission no less—and I couldn't even go after him to talk.
I sort of drooped and sidled up to the wall again, slumping against it. Zach. Oh, just seeing him brought back so many memories…some good, some bad, some…just amazing…
"Cameron Anne Morgan, I swear if you do not answer in the next five seconds, I will assume either you're dead, or you're spacing out again and forgetting you're on comms, which in that case, I'll have to kill you any way, so either way you end up dead. Okay, I'm giving you five seconds starting NOW. Five…Four…Thr—"
"Bex, I—I'm fine."
"Cammie! Oh thank God…"
I looked down at my black shoes. "Yeah, um, Bex? I need to—"
"Yeah, I know, Cam. We need to talk. But trust me, I already heard enough to know most of what's going on."
"Huh?" I realized how loud my voice was becoming and lowered it. "What do you mean?"
"Cam." Bex sighed. "You were on comms. Again."
Oh, good lord. All the guys heard that. Including…Jason. Crud.
"Cam, we're coming to get you." This time it was Dominic speaking.
I blinked, trying to force any unwelcome tears back down where they came from. "Okay," I whispered.
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Back in the hotel room, Bex and I had gotten into our beds. She was snoring loudly, and I was just lying there, thinking.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Cam?" Some one whispered. Jason. I looked regretfully at the door. I had no desire to talk to him right now. My emotions were still raw from the encounter with Zach, and I just needed time to think.
Jason knocked again. "Cammie!" He said a little louder.
I sighed, then stood up, shrugged a hotel housecoat on over my tank top and shorts, and answered the door. "Yeah?"
He looked at me, taking in my attire, and I pulled the robe tighter self-consciously. He shook his head. "I need to talk to you."
I rubbed my forehead. "Can we talk in the morning? I'm a little tired."
"Oh, um, yeah, I guess…" He said a little unsteadily, like he wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. "But I, uh, just wanted to talk to you about that guy…Zach."
I winced. Just hearing his name…
Jason saw my reaction and immediately reached out and touched my arm. "Oh, Cam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
"It's okay," I said quietly, sort of enjoying the feeling of his warm hand on my arm. If only it were Zach's hand…
He gave me sort of a half-smile and squeezed my arm. "You're gonna be okay," he whispered, taking another step closer to me. My breath caught in my throat. That was what Zach had said to when he found me in the tunnels at Gallagher so long ago. Oh, Zach…
I looked down, trying to tamper down all these emotions arousing in me. "But…" My voice gave out. A lonely tear trailed down my cheek. No, dang it! I do not cry!
Jason took his free hand—the one that wasn't holding my arm—and gently traced the tear's path down my cheek and then cupped my chin. I shivered, despite my efforts not to. I didn't know what it was, but something didn't feel…right.
Jason sensed my discomfort and pulled back, running his fingers through his chin-length, caramel colored hair. "I'm sorry, I just…" He didn't finish his sentence and looked down at the floor. "Good night, Cammie."
I watched his strong figure disappear down the hallway and bit my lip. I wasn't sure what to feel. But I'm pretty sure, whatever it was, it wasn't what Jason had hoped for.
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eww. i don't really like jason...ick. cammie belongs with ZACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh yeah, some one asked me if i was a Zammie lover.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SO AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZAMMIE LOVERS UNITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ooh, and i came to the executive decision that whenever i send megan a chapter, and she approves of it, i will upload it almost immediately. so talk to megan!! she also reads the story on here!! and she reviews!! so if you review, i'll pass it on to her :P oh, and this is for Megan: Octagon is coming up in the next few chapters :D NOOO POPPYYYY!!!!! har har har....
laters, my gelled enchiladas.
:let's take a trip down
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