OMG guys Im sooo sorry i been busy!
Ok so here is the next chapter, short like I had said it would be.
Tottally next one will be longerand it might take long because im soooo freakin' busy.
didnt forget you guys though, or my beloved story!
The van stopped and when the doors opened three faces greeted me. You know that feeling you get, when you leave home for a long time. And then you fall asleep on the car ride home and just wake up at your front door. That crazy relief you get? But you're still shocked to be home.. That's how I felt….
"Chameleon," Bex said wickedly. She was in jeans and a navy blue T-shirt. I looked beside her to Liz who was wearing light blue jeans and a green polo cut shirt. She was smiling. And Bex's other side?
Who do you think? Macey of course. Macey who could make a garbage bag look good.
Macey who was wearing a pair of ripped up jeans, a campaign T-shirt and her hair in a ponytail.
Macey who still looked like a model even on her worse day. I jumped out of the van to hug them all.
"Ready to drive off into the sunset?" Bex said with a grin.
I looked at her suspiciously, Macey then added., "I'll be driving."
So my three best friends weren't just escorting me there, they left their parents early to come stay with me for New Years Even- in Joe Solomon's lake house! At first I was excited, but then I realized- I was putting all three of them at risk by being around the.
I looked at Bex who still had a cut on her forehead, it was a shadow now, not so noticeable. But I remembered how it got there. That was the important thing.
"No," I said.
Macey looked at me like I was crazy, "Excuse me, I have a driver's!"
I shook my head, "No. I meant No- you guys can't be with me outside of school."
Bex was already having her temper flip, "OH! NO! YOU! DON'T! I didn't spend eight hours on a private jet with three creepy old women that your mother had watch me-FOR YOU TO TELL ME I CAN NOT DRIVE YOU TO OUR HOT TEACHER'S BEAUTIFUL LAKE HOUSE!"
I took a step back.. She didn't shout it loud enough for the whole town to hear, but loud enough for me to back away… very slowly.
Liz who's tiny body never looked so tiny before grabbed my arm and said forcefully, "I-LEFT-MY-PARENTS-AND-A-HOT-TENNIS-INSTRUCTOR." Though she meant to sound vicious, I knew we all couldn't help but laugh a little.
Macey shrugged, "I'm not really loosing anything here." I looked at them. The three of them, all beautiful, all different. Each one strong in her own way. Bex and Macey had already felt the wrath of being around me, next in line was Liz. I shook my head, "I'm not safe to be with."
Macey was upset now, "What about when we thought I wasn't safe? You guys stood with me through it all." It's true. I didn't think about my safety when it came to Macey's… and They weren't thinking about theirs when it came to mine. We were, Are and will always be a sisterhood.
So I didn't have to say anything, Bex was grabbed my backpack and threw it at me. I caught it, slung it over my shoulder and followed them through the streets of Roseville. They were all three in front of me, though to a normal eye it would look like I was just being slow, but they were my fence, my guard.
You know, after everything with Zach, I felt like seeing Josh would be a breeze. But I'm wrong- pretty darn often. So when I heard a boy said, "Cam, is that you?" I froze.
Macey, Liz and Bex turned on their heels. Who was behind me? Josh. Josh Abrams. Looking like he did when I saw him on that field, when I was just about to chase after him. When instead I got caught by the boy I'd never have- for chasing the boy I once had.
Josh was alone, DeeDee no where to be seen. He was wearing a red and white striped shirt, a pair dark blue jeans (which weren't name Brand-pointed out by Macey) and an expression that would burn in my mind.
Ever see someone excited, and so happy- but completely miserable? Me either, until then. Josh looked like he wanted to run for his life. He looked like he wanted to hug me. He looked like he could have fell to his knees right there and then.
Josh walked up closer to me, his eyes darted to my neck and my instincts made me look down.
There it was, shining in the sun. Zach's ring. Hanging around my neck for the world to see-for Josh to see.
"Hey, Josh." I wasn't frozen. I wasn't scared. There was a huge part of me who could have walked away right there. He looked up at me, "I thought it was you. You look different."
I nodded, "Yeah, time does that." I know it sounded mean, but I had a car to meet and a lake house to see.
Josh looked disappointed at my answer, I noticed his eyes dart to the ring around my neck, thinking I couldn't notice. "So, how's that- Zeus?"
I cracked a smile. It reminded me of Zach, messing up his name on purpose. I didn't need to correct Josh,
I didn't need to make Josh feel less important. I just nodded, "He's good."
Josh nodded, "How're you?" I shrugged, "I'm ok." Which was a lie-kind of.
Josh nodded again and sighed, "You look-uh-busy," his eyes darted to the three very fierce looking girls behind me. "Yeah, I'm on my way to-"I thought about D.C with Zach,"-The mall. We're shopping for New Years Eve outfits." Spoiled rich cover-check.
Josh nodded, he nodded in that way, with that face that said… That's not the Cammie I knew.
Well, I'm not the Cammie he knew. Not even close, I'm so much more than he will ever know.
And a power roared in my heart, my blood pumped. I am a Gallagher Girl. I am Cameron Morgan, daughter of Rachel Morgan and Michael Morgan- and I am Smart, Strong and most important a spy.
"Look, can't waste time- Gotta go," I waved him off and without a word the girls began walking again.
Did I feel bad for leaving Josh like that? Yes. Did I feel bad for leaving Josh in general? No.
The only thing I felt was my blood pump-my heart race and my mind spin as things in my head got less cloudy about London. I wasn't just a Gallagher Girl, I wasn't just a girl- I was a daughter. I was the daughter of two of the best spies in the world.
And who ever wanted me just didn't want me because I wear the Gallagher crest- they wanted me because in my veins pumped my parents blood. And Now that I knew they're motive- I needed to know what was behind it.
Maybe I was wrong, but the same intuition that told me Zach was at the football field- the one that isn't just a spy- but a daughter-a girl.. That intuition told me I was Michael Morgan's daughter- and I was valuable. They could have killed me. It would have been easier than trying to kidnap me. Leave me for dead for the whole school to see.
They wanted me- They wanted me… I repeated in my head. We walked in so many directions I could have thrown up, but eventually in an alley was a Silver Honda Civic and I looked at Macey and asked, "What is with the Honda obsession?" Macey shrugged, "They're cheap- the economy is bad."
If that isn't the truth. Macey in the passenger seat, Bex beside her and me and Liz in the back.
And like a movie, Macey and Bex were fighting over which song to play, Liz and I were in the back.
Liz had a book that she was glued to and I just traced the circle around my neck.
I could see a car in the rearview mirror. A familiar sleek black Honda. "Zach?" I said questioning my sanity. I seen Bex smile, "Yes. He's tailing us. Your mom told me it was his idea."
Liz looked up from her book. "Her mother also said not to stop, talk or communicate with him."
Bex nodded with a frown, "Just so it doesn't look suspicious."
I rolled my eyes, "But two Honda's with adolescents driving them don't."
Macey chimed in, "The Econemy!"
I guess being the daughter of the senator does that to you. Makes you politically aware.
I turned around and watched the Honda. There were others cars on the road, but the Honda mimicked our every turn-lane switch. And yet… I'd have never known it was following us.
Did I want to stop the car and talk to Zach? Yes. But the same way I knew he was following us now, he'd follow me again. He was my watcher- and that wasn't changing. He took the job- he decided to be the one to watch me. I'd see him again- and right now- I had to worry about my three best friends.
I stood in an awkward position, I sat with my back against the door and my legs curled up to my chest.
All I did was watch the car behind us. Was it my job to watch my watcher? No. It wasn't. But Zach wasn't just my watcher…
The area got familiar and I knew we were close to the Lake House. Soon, we would stop and I knew Zach would keep driving. I knew that it would be a long time before I seen Zach again… and then I turned my head to look at my friends.
Bex was air drumming to the song on the radio, Macey has her eyes on the road and hands on the wheel and Liz was back at her book. But they were also three amazing girls who would guard my life with their own. I knew eventually as my fingers traced it, Bex's eyes would lock on it.
In the middle of her solo, she looked at the gleam of the ring. Her eyes first glance, then glanced back, until they were bulging out of her head. "Cam, what. Is. That?" Bex asked Emphasizing each word.
I smiled, a playful wicked smile. One that would make Zach proud, "Nothing."
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