Me: Well, here it is, the chapter you all have been waiting for. Sorry for the long wait. I love all of you who have read my story and are reading this chapter now. Now over to Bex for the disclaimer. Oh and before Bex does the disclaimer, I have a poll on my page and I want my readers to go vote or else I ill never post a story again.-scary face- *sfx* DUN DUN DUUUUN *sfx* Nah, jk, but please go vote on muh poll! Now I will pass the mic to Bex, figuratively ofcourse.

Bex: Ginger does not own the rights t-

Grant: -pushes Bex out of the way- GINGER DOESN'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO ALLY CARTER'S BOOKS OR CHACTERS!

Me: Bad idea Grant…

Bex: -punches Grant in the face-

Grant: Ow Ow Ow! –Falls down holding his face-

Me: Told you…Well…anyway- … scratches head nervously-On with the story!

Recap

"Well…"

"You don't have to tell me."

"Liz…"

"Cammie you really don't have to tell me."

"Why?"

"Because, I already told her." I looked at my window and saw the one and only…

Grant Newman, sitting in my window sill calmly "Hello girls." He had a smug look on his face as he smiled at us. (A/N: Ha ha, you all thought it was Zach. Sorry, back to the story!)

"Hello Grant." Liz and I said in unison. We both exchanged a look of shock. We tended to speak in unison a lot. I turned and looked at Grant slightly confused.

"Shouldn't you be in your room? I don't believe you have the access to be loitering on the campus." I smiled at him sweetly and deviously.

"Oh, but I do…little sister." I shuddered slightly. Grant has always been like a brother figure to me, but the way he said little sister in such a sinister tone, sent chills down my spine.

"Grant, why are you here?" He looked at me with a shine in his eyes and spoke in a dreamy love-struck, sarcastic tone.

"I'm looking for my British Bombshell, the love of my life, the girl I want to bare my children…" He should have shut up, but of course, being the idiot he is, he continued. "…She has an amazing ass."

"Shut the fuck up!" A book went hurtling towards Grant and nailed him right in the face. He quickly struggled for balance, but, with no luck, fell out the window. Liz and I looked over towards the door frame and saw Macey clutching her stomach and laughing hysterically. Bex stood there red faced and looked like she could bring hell upon anyone who crossed her path.

"Gosh! I can't stand Grant!" She walked over to the window and slammed it shut. "I hope he is in so much fucking pain right now, because if he isn't, he's about to be." Bex stormed out of the room and marched down to find Mr. Doesn't-Know-How-To-Keep-His-Mouth-Shut and possibly kill him. (Or maybe even neuter him.) I glanced at Liz as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"I don't think Bex will ever learn how to control her anger." I stood up slowly and walked to the window, looking out at the lake (While ignoring the screams emitting from Grant's mouth) and let out a soft sigh. "Her anger is going to get the best of her one day."

"Cammie, we all know that." Macey finally stood up and put her suitcase in the closet. "We will just have to get over it. Hey, who knows, maybe one day her anger will come in handy when she is about to be raped and she gets so mad she rips his d-"

"Macey! Too descriptive!" I looked over at Liz after my remark and noticed she was gone. "Macey, where did Liz go?" I turned to look at Macey, but she was gone too. I looked around the room for any signs of kidnap. No smoke bombs, no signs of strangle, and no drag imprints left in the carpet. Then again, I would have noticed if they were being taken, so where did they go. I turned back towards the door and sighed, seeing someone I truely despised at the moment.

"Looking for your friends, Gallagher Girl?"

"Zach, get out of my room."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"Well, I don't care; you still have to get out."

"Nah, I like it in here, it's so cozy and warm an-"

"Zachary Goode! Get out of my room!"

"Gallagher Girl, don't get your strapless bra in a bunch." I turned and gave him an evil glare.

"What are you talking about?" He walked over to me and circled me in the middle of my room like a panther circling its prey.

"As I re-call, you had a little incident involving a strapless bra at the ball we had last year. Oh, how I remember that night like it were yesterday."

"Zach, if you don't shut up right no-, wait a minute, how do you know about my bra incident?"

"I have my sources. My primary sources." He smirked at me then I instantly knew.

"You were the one who unhooked my bra!"

"Maybe, or maybe your bra was just too tight, and it unhooked itself."

"ZACH YOU ARE THE BIGGEST PERVERT EVER!"

"It happens." (gatorlover123, that was for you. Read her stories you guys!)

"What is that supposed to mean? It doesn't even make any sense to the situation."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Now, to change the topic, I have a question for you." He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt my face heat up as he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "I wanted to know if you wanted to sit with me at dinner tonight." What he did next was enough to make any girl scream in joy or most likely pass out. He pulled my body close to his and gently bit my neck. I felt a chill go down my spine as he slowly started to flick his tongue across where he bit me. Then, in the blink of an eye, he had let me go and looked at me. "So, do you have an answer?"

"S-Sure, I-I guess…"

"Good. I'll see you at the welcome back dinner tonight." He smirked at me and turned then coolly walked away. I moved towards my closet and opened the door and smiled at my three friends cramped in there smiling widely at me. I knew they were there the whole time. Macey was the first to jump out and hug me, then Liz. When they both let go, Bex tackled me to the ground and smothered me with (friendly) kisses.

"I love you Cammie! You finally got a date with Zach Goode!"

"Bex, it isn't an actual date."

"Well it is a date in my book Cammie. Omigosh, we need to get you ready." She quickly jumped off of me and ran to the bathroom. That was only the beginning of my adventurous night though.