CHAPTER VII
I couldn't help it— I giggled.
"What was that?" I heard another boy ask, his voice sharp. Suddenly I heard footsteps and I looked out from under the bed.
There were feet— and they were headed in my direction.
Zach's POV
Oh shit! I thought. I had to do something quick, because Chris was bending down to look under Grant's bed, where Cammie was hidden! How did he know to look down there? Oh, right, I thought—spy. Ugh.
I moved so I was standing between him and the bed, and then jerked him up into a standing position.
"Dude! What the hell was that?" he said, stunned by my behavior.
"Why are you looking down there? There's nothing there!"
"I heard something! There's something down there!"
I felt my face settle into a hardened mask. "No. There isn't."
We glared at each other for a minute and twenty-three seconds before Chris let out an angry breath and stepped back. I held back my sigh of relief, but let my face relax.
I turned towards the other boys and noticed Dmitri staring at me, his purple eyes calculating. "What the hell are you staring at, man?" I demanded.
He took a second to reply
"Grant's bed isn't broken," he said slowly. "When you break a bed by jumping on it, it doesn't get stiff… it gets weak." (A/N. I don't know if that's really true, but if it isn't then let's just pretend for this story.)
Everyone stared.
"What are you saying?" Tyler asked his voice cautious.
"He's saying that for some reason Zach, Grant and Jonas are lying to us about what's under that bed," snapped Logan.
Michael came to our defense. "I'm sure whatever it is they have a good reason for hiding it." Good ol' Michael, always coming protecting the underdogs. Except, really, we aren't the underdogs. Grant, Jonas and I are at the top of the class. We're just... a little out of sorts at the moment.
"Besides," said Justin, Michael's best friend, "it's probably just Grant's playboy stash. I bet he has them all stack up under the bed. I bet he looks at 'em every night!" He sounded a bit unsure, but he would back Michael.
"Hey!" exclaimed Grant.
"Well then," Logan's voice was sharp, "if that's what all is, you won't mind if we take a look." In his eyes was an unspoken challenge.
I was torn. I could either let them look under the bed, find my Gallagher Girl and accept the consequences, or I could stop them and have to answer all their questions. Either way this would end badly. I looked at Grant and Jonas and could see they were struggling with the same mania.
"Zach, man," said Austin, his eyes flashing and his hands knotting into fists, "Just let us look under the bed! Don't make us force you!"
Well, I guess that answers that question. I would have to let them look, because even if I was top of the class, Grant Jonas and I couldn't stand against eleven of our peers. I was Goode, but I wasn't that good.
Slowly, I backed away from them bed, my face expressionless. I glared as Daniel approached the bed and dunked down, but my heart was beating fast in my chest and I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.
He stayed like that for 43 seconds before coming back up. There was a disbelieving look on his face, like he couldn't have really seen what he just did.
He swallowed hard and looked me in the eyes.
Six and a half seconds later: "Who is she?"
hey guys. i know the chapters I've been putting up aren't that long, but that's because i usually cut the chapter when i think it'll be best, not when it's convenient length wise. also, some people have told me that Zach doesn't really sound like Zach, but all i can say to that is oh well, that's how i wrote him. sorry if that sounds harsh, i don't mean it to be, but i wrote Zach's thoughts in the way i thought was best for the story. besides, I'm not a guy, and i really have no idea how their thoughts run. so sorry, but not really.
katiebear95 ;)
