A/N: Hiya! I did better updating this time So, you learn a little more about Gina in this chappie, and there's a lot more dialogue than there is thoughts. Just thought I'd let you know before-hand.

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. I threw off the covers and attempted to run out of the room to rinse the taste of vomit out of my mouth, but tripped over something. Or rather someone.

"Zach!" I shrieked. He didn't move. "Zach. Zach. Wake up. Zach we gotta leave. Zach. Zach!" I repeatedly poked his shoulder and finally rolled over to look at me.

"What, Cammie?" he demanded. His voice sounded extremely scratchy.

"Tylenol. I need some Tylenol. And we have to leave. It's already past noon. Let's go!" I don't know why I emphasized the "go."

"I'm not waking up Jonas or Grant. They'll kick my ass."

I sighed and stood up, holding my head in my hand. "What happened last night?" I asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Before or after you made-out with a complete stranger?" he joked.

"Did I really?"

"Nah, I'm just joking with you. Unless you did when I wasn't with you. Well let's see what else you did…"

He told me all of the events that happened the previous night, and I remembered the majority of it.

"I'm really sorry for spitting on you. Really," I apologized, feeling completely embarrassed. I stood up and opened the door. "So, what's the game plan for today?" I wondered out loud.

Zach followed me out the door and we started strolling down the stairs. "Well, we're going to meet Ernie at some ball that his gang will be at."

"Why a ball?" I asked.

"Think about it. Dances (A/N: I couldn't bring myself to put "balls are supposed to be fancy") are supposed to be fancy, not a place for drug deals. So a ton of gangs come to this ball, dressed in suits and gowns, and buy and offer drugs at this ball. The cops haven't caught on yet, so we've been doing the ball for the past three years, twice a year," he finished explaining as we stepped off of the stairs and onto the first floor.

"Like, formal gowns?"

"Gina will have something for you to borrow." He smiled as I made my way to the pantry, pulling out a box of Lucky Charms and a bottle of Tylenol.

I tossed the cereal to him and popped open the lid of Tylenol and poured four into my hand. "You know you're only supposed to take two, right?"

I shrugged and replied, "Double the power!" and threw my fist into the air. He chuckled a little and I swallowed the pills.

A girl about 5'4 walked into the living room. Her dark hair was wavy and reached her waist. Her piercing green eyes searched the room and landed on me and Zach. "So this is your whore for the week?" she asked Zach, eyeing me.

I was stunned. I felt a blush growing on my cheeks and looked down at my feet. "She's not my whore," Zach growled. "She's not a whore."

"Well then, who is she?"

"My name's Cammie," I answered, looking up to meet her eyes. They were the same as Grant's.

"Why are you with the gang?" she demanded indifferently.

"I, um, sort of got kidnapped, I guess," I shared, honestly.

"How does someone sort of get kidnapped?" She sat down on the couch and looked to Zach.

"She had the option to go with the cops and give us away. But she didn't. So now we're not holding her against her own will it's not kidnappery," he gushed, not giving me the chance to say a word.

"I see," Gina said.

"Do you have a ball gown I can borrow?" I quickly fit in before Zach could say anything more.

Her eyes widened. "Zach! You can't bring her to the ball tonight!" she screamed. She looked insulted beyond belief. "Why…why on earth would you ever think you could bring a hostage to a huge drug deal?" she exclaimed.

"I'm not a hostage!" I argued. "He just told you I am here on my own will!"

"Gina… please?" Zach sighed. Gina rolled her eyes and grabbed my wrist and began taking me to her to what I guessed was her room.

"Fine. But don't think for a second I agree with it."

I had to keep myself from smiling.

BREAK

I stared at myself in the mirror. "I look… This dress is…wow…" Gina smiled.

"You look beautiful. Now hurry and change back, I don't want Zach to see you yet! It has to be a surprise!"

The dress was floor length and velvet. The royal blue color made my eyes pop and the way that the dress fit was just amazing. I couldn't stop staring at myself.

I pulled the dress off and slipped on a pair of jeans Gina was letting me borrow and a t-shirt that she said I could keep. I thanked her several times before going back to the kitchen.

"Zach," Gina said.

"Yes?"

"I hope you burn in hell."

I stared at her as she stormed out of the house and heard an engine roar to life. I faced Zach. "Um, is she bi-polar? Because she was just being completely kind and nice to me," I shared, taking a bite of my breakfast.

"She hates our gang."

"Why?"

"She used to be in it. About four years back, it was Jonas, Grant, Gina, and me. The guys hated having her around, especially because she and I used to date. Actually date isn't even the word. More like a make-out partner, you know what I mean?" I nodded. "Well, anyways, she was really sweet and nice at first, so it was okay. Plus, she was really good at convincing people to pay higher for the drugs we sell, and getting them to lower the prices of the drugs we were buying. She was good to keep around because of that.

"But then, one time out of the blue, she just blew up and demanded that she should get more money because she was doing all the work while we just sat around and collected the profit. We tried to explain to her that we were working just as hard as she was. I mean, we were the ones who had to go get the people that hadn't paid, and fight off rival gangs and do all the dangerous stuff. But she just kept on demanding that she should get more of the profit. So, we kicked her out."

"Did she try to come back?" I asked.

"All the time. And she'd always tell me how she loved me and I played her. I felt really guilty for a long time, but the guys kept telling me that we never dated and that they'd even saw her making out with other guys at clubs a couple of times. She thinks now you're replacing her."

"Oh," I muttered.

There were few moments of awkward silence before Zach shyly questioned, "Do you remember what you said last night? Before you went to sleep?"

"About me being an airplane? Listen, I'm really sorry for spitting on you," I apologized.

He laughed a bit. "No, no, no, that's not it. You… you said… um… You sure you don't remember? Because it would be a lot less awkward if you did…"

"Oh," I whispered. I closed my eyes really tight and thought hard. I remembered him putting me on the bed… and then telling him a secret. But I couldn't remember what the secret was. I opened my eyes. "I'm sorry, I really don't remember… I mean, I think I told you a secret… but as for what the secret was, I can't think of it…" I closed my eyes again and thought really hard but still nothing came to mind. "Sorry," I sighed.

"Well, you told me that you lo-"

"What's up homies?" Grant announced his entrance as he marched into the kitchen. At some point Zach and I must've started leaning in, because both of us immediately straightened our backs.

"Good morning, Grant," I greeted, shoving a spoon full of Lucky Charms into my mouth.

"Good morning, Miss Morgan. Or is it Mrs. Morgan?" he asked suggestively.

Zach rolled his eyes and added, "Only you could try to make that sentence suggestive."

I giggled and stood up. "So, I heard you were completely wasted last night, Cam," Grant reminded me. I stopped giggling and stuck out my tongue.

"Are our tuxes still here?" Zach asked Grant.

Grant shrugged and answered, "Yeah, why?"

"Because we're going to the Vollentine's Annual Ball tonight."

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. It's a fail attempt of a cliff-hanger. But hey! At least I'm trying! :P Anyways. Review and I'll love you!