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Chapter Four: Why I sometimes hate being a Gallagher Girl

Should I read the letter?? Of course I should. Last time I saw Zach he kissed me—but did I really want to talk to that one particular male who had lied to a member of the sisterhood (he wasn't technically in the sisterhood, but whatever)

"So," said Macey intriguingly. "I brought it up for you. I want to know what it says." She was really excited, and it was pretty obvious she'd either:

peeked at the letter

had someone else peek at the letter

recognized the handwriting,

because Macey doesn't get excited about everything (but every and all boy related things).

"She hasn't read it," noticed Liz. "She just scanned to see who it was from." Liz was so observant and smart—sometimes it was totally awesome and sometimes it, well, wasn't.

"Yeah," said Bex. "I think it's from Zach." How did she know?? Was I really that obvious when I opened it?? Or was Bex just as observant as Liz sometimes?

"So," said Liz, "is she right?" The real Liz would know that the guess was right or not—it was an imposter!

Calm down, Cameron, it's not a freaking imposter.

"Of course she's right," said Macey. "Cam doesn't just turn tomato red when she feels like it." I was tomato red?? I knew I blushed, but....

"What I want to know," said Liz "is how that got here. They don't know our address or where we are or anything." That was true. They wouldn't let Zach talk to me about his school or his teachers or his parents and stuff—they wanted us to forge friendships and everything, but not know anything about our newly found "best friend."

"Then it was special delivery," said Bex. "Via mom?" Probably. Mom really liked Zach—she thought he was really good to have gotten The Chameleon, even if she didn't like that name—and would not have thought twice about being Zach's papergirl.

"Probably," noticed Liz. See, Cam? That Liz is definitely the real Liz—there's no imposter there."

"Liz," said Macey, "get out your boy-to-English translator."

Liz went over to the closet and pulled out a tiny machine.

"Do you want us to do this with you or without you?" asked Macey, the only girl around here who understood anything on this subject because a) she was super-smart, and b) she knew boys.

"Without," I finally decided after thinking about it for a while. "Go translate boy-speak."

The door closed, and I took out some homework while thinking of Liz's startling recovery.

***

"So?" I said at breakfast the next morning. "What did it roughly translate to?? The letter."

Unfortunately Tina heard me. Sometimes Tina really urks me!! So I whispered, "whatever. Tell me later."

"Tina," said Macey. "Ugh." I picked at my waffles—usually my favorite breakfast, but today I wasn't hungry. Was it because of Zach's letter? If so, why was it upsetting me so much?? It wasn't anybody special—just Zachary Goode and his annoying behaviors (when did I ever know id it was Zach-the-liar, or Zach-the-perfect-boyfriend, or Zack-the-guy-who-secretly-sees-Josh-as-competition or any other of the million faces of Zach-the-not-so-bold?).

"Agrees," said Bex, and I was almost happy. Bex and Macey agreed on something.

"So," I said. "Tell me back at the room?"

"No," said Macey. "We have this thing called school today. Remember? We had some yesterday, too." Then it all shot back—my mom's speech, Liz, World History ... (it was kind of nice having only three classes yesterday).

LIZ! What was I doing, moping about how I wasn't a living, breathing boy-to-English translator when Liz had barely spoken about the death of her parents AT ALL. Wasn't that un-Liz? We were talking about the Liz who always talked too much and was such a genius. The Liz who always called her parents and sent home her test scores. Liz, the most perfect daughter ever.

Oh my gosh—Liz. Shows what a good best friend-slash-roommate I am!!

I know this chapter is weird, but I needed a transition chapter.