I apologize for the chapter that's coming. It's pretty awful. And short.
I'm in a weird mood because of a 10 page Spanish 4 test that I had today. I almost cried during it even though I knew everything. It was really really hard and no amount of studying could have prepared me. Spending 2 hours on it only put me in a worst mood and probably didn't improve my grade at all. Anyway….
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Here's the chapter I had so looked forward to writing and that I'm now really disappointed in:
For once Zach was quiet, but the smirk was still there as we danced to "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson.
His lips searched out mine, and he pulled me close against him when we broke apart, "I'm glad you saw past the lies, Gallagher Girl."
"I know you'd never hurt me like that."
"Goode, Mrs. Goode," Did that smirk ever leave his face?
"Zach becomes a totally new person around Cammie. I mean, he's like a slab of play-doh when he's around her. I couldn't imagine any greater happiness for my two best friends," Grant lifted his glass in a toast.
Bex stepped up after him, "My advice to you, Zach? Good luck waking her up in the morning. Ice water has proved effective in the past," I shot Bex a glare and gave Zach a look that said he better not even test that theory, "Cammie, I'm so happy for you, girl. I've never seen you smile so big. Thank you, Zach, for bringing that smile to my best friend's face."
Zach beamed and kissed my cheek, and I rested my head on his shoulder in perfect contentment.
Zach POV
Cammie was changing into a dress to wear on the ride to our honeymoon destination, so I decided to grab Grant, Nick, and Jonas to tie up some loose ends.
He was sitting at a table under the tent with a glass of punch in his hand an ice pack pressed against his face.
I'm sure to him it seemed like we appeared out of thin air as we sat in the empty chairs next to him. He was trapped.
Our glares were just made that much more terrifying at the confidence we gave off. We all knew we could tear this wimp apart in seconds.
"Let me make this perfectly clear, come within one hundred feet of Cammie ever again, and there will be no mercy," I said it calmly, but that just added to the deadliness in my voice.
"Mercy? You call what happened today mercy?" Jimmy asked incredulously.
"I call today going easy on you. Which is exactly why you don't want to see the damage I could have actually done to you."
He shrugged and let out a little breath of air somewhere between a laugh and a sound of annoyance, "Whatever, man. I get it."
"I don't think you do get it," Nick said.
Grant agreed, "Cam is like a little sister to us, and if anyone threatens to hurt her, physically, emotionally, or mentally, we will intervene."
Maybe it was Grant's size, but it looked like Jimmy started to get a little nervous then.
"If you aren't intimidated by us, I promise you that you don't want to deal with Bex, Macey, or Liz either," Jonas shuddered.
"I said I get it. Mess with Cammie, and I have to deal with the consequences. Just leave."
"Happily, Jimmy," I stood up to leave, but as I walked off I flipped over the chair he was sitting in and brought the table down with him. The vase sitting on the table shattered, and water and roses covered him.
Jimmy looked like he didn't appreciate being turned into a walking garden, so I decided to rub it in a little bit, "I don't know what Cammie ever saw in you, to be honest. I guess the important thing is that she chose me."
Grant busted out laughing at the expression on Jimmy's face, "Dude, if we were a cartoon, there would so be smoke coming out of your ears right now."
Jimmy took a lunge for me, but I easily countered his advance by tripping him. He fell straight forward, knocking his head on the table so hard that blood gushed from his wound.
That's when Cammie decided to walk out, "Oh, did you do that? You should apologize, Zach," she said sarcastically. "Or, I could just help him get that blood out of his hair…" She walked over to the punch bowl and flipped it over his head drenching him in the red liquid.
"Oopsy daisy!" She was channeling her inner Liz, I guess. She wiped her wet hands on his tux's jacket, and returned to my side.
She kissed me fiercely, and entwined her hand with mine, "Ready to go, Blackthorne Boy?"
"I was kind of enjoying seeing this side of you," he winked, "But if we must, Gallagher Girl… Let's go."
