Updating within the same day! You guys got pretty lucky. Almost 2,000 words too! I really hope you like it, and I know Josh is probably OOC, but you can deal wif it! BTW Zach hasn't kissed Cammie yet, but it might be coming within the next few chapters! I wanted to thank all of my "followers" for the positive reviews! My email is constantly going crazy! Haha, HAPPY READING!
It was time for third quarter and I really was expecting us to win. All my hopes were up, and there was no way you could bring them down. Zach's passes were amazing; no interceptions, no failures, nothing wrong. It was just like any victory game, until he decided to be stupid.
That he had to be a certain Josh Abrams who couldn't stand to see Zach's success. He started the fight, but Zach wasn't ready. It was after another amazing touchdown by Zach and he took off his helmet to make sure it wasn't a dropped pass. Josh threw the first fist, and Zach didn't look like he wanted to get into this, so he just walked away, but Josh was more persistent. He kicked Zach in the back of the knee, making him go down to the ground. I heard a "Zach!" come from a concerned fan, but little did I know it was me.
Morgan was in my arms as I jumped up in surprise, on the verge of tears. I saw the referees pulling Josh away, suspending him for the remainder of the game. Zach had his jaw clenched as he stood up, unfazed, as if nothing had happened. The only thing that showed a fight had brewed was the big ugly bruise on Zach's jaw, and a very angry Josh being escorted to the locker rooms.
Zach sat down on the benches and was swigging his Gatorade with a passion. I am sure if his jaw was functioning he would be clenching it right now. He turned around and was once again scanning the crowd for me, but I was already rushing down the steps for like the eightieth time! I pulled at the fence until the policeman came up to me and grabbed my wrist and said, "Miss, I am going to need to escort you out, you do not come into this football field without a pass."
I heard footsteps and a familiar voice say, "She goes, I go with her." With an "Excuse me, sorry Mr. Goode." The policeman was gone and I felt his warm arms surround me. Not the policeman's! No, Zach's you silly goose! I felt something warm and wet on my head and I pulled away thinking it was sweat, but it was more like tears. That's right! Zachary Goode had tears falling down his *cough*flawless*cough* face. I cupped his head with my hands and looked at him, glistening face and all.
"Cammie, I knew that was going to happen. I've known since I got here." His voice shook wearily and I wondered for a moment if he needed to sit down. His hands were clutching my arms and I replied with something sophisticated like, "Huh?"
"Yeah Cams, Josh told me he was going to hurt me tonight. He confronted me at the gym one time and said 'I was going to get it when I least expect it'. I definitely didn't expect it tonight." His green eyes flashed with sorrow and I knew he wasn't joking.
"Zach, are you going to be okay? I mean, half of your jaw is purple, and your knee has to be throbbing! They have Jared to fill in for you. Why don't you just come sit up in the stands with us! It's going to be okay," I said, knowing with all my heart it would be. He laughed and I just realized how much I had been longing to hear his laugh.
"Cammie, you know I can't do that. I'll be fine after I get some ice, and I think they need me to play the last twenty minutes. We are actually winning! I'll be okay Cams, really." He said in all sincerity. He hugged me one last time, and I knew he was going to be okay. Something just clicked as Morgan looked at me and asked the simplest question she has ever asked.
"Okay?" she questioned me. I honestly don't know why but tears started falling silently down my face. Morgan teetered over to me, and I knew Zach's eyes were one me. I could feel them boring straight through me and into my soul.
Morgan put her palms to my cheeks and looked me in the eye and said, "Mom, it be okay." I didn't know how, but those simple words took place in my heart and I knew it'd be okay as long as I kept up hope. I watched the game, but I didn't actually watch the game I listened as the crowds cheered when we made another touchdown, and booed when the referees made horrible calls. I didn't even pay attention until the last minute of the half when we had the ball on the five yard line, third and goal. I stood up in anticipation as Zach hiked the ball and looked for his options, but everything seemed to be in slow motion.
There was a clear way straight up the middle, and I knew it, Zach knew it, and right then I felt as if I was holding some type of magical key that would save the world. I don't know why, just let a girl have her feelings! Zach barreled right through but was hit head on by a beefy Milltown player. The referees didn't know what to call because right now there was a dog pile on top of Zach and the tackler. I didn't know what to think. It would be fourth down and there wouldn't be anything to lose if we had a turnover. There were only twenty-seven seconds left in the game. We could at least go for the field goal and we'd win, right?
Well, I had no reason to even be thinking those thoughts, because after each player had peeled the other off of the astounding quarterback. The ball was tucked under his arm and he was safely inside the end zone. The crowd roared and Zach stood only to start jumping up and down. He blew a kiss to the fifty yard line, and a group of freshman girls swooned, yes, actual swoon-age. It seemed as if only I knew who the kiss was meant for. Me, myself, and I. Well, maybe Morgan was included within that, but I wasn't exactly sure.
The whole team ran out onto the field after the kick was declared good, and I was packing up all of my things as the boys lined up for the friendly hand slap and "good game". Or in Zach's case, "Goode game". Pun definitely intended.
{Time Lapse – in the parking lot waiting for Zach}
Morgan's blanket was in her mouth and she was sleeping contently in her car seat. I was waiting for Zach to emerge from the locker room after taking a much needed shower. He was in a Aplington High T-shirt and a pair of Kelly Green basketball shorts. He had his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and his hair was slightly damp.
Before I knew it I was swept up into his arms being spun around in the school parking lot by a champion. I laughed at the thought, and Zach finally finished with his escapades, put me down.
"Zach, you won!" I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck for a hug. He pulled me tight and there was absolutely no space between us. I let go and ran around to the other side of the car. I had a few ideas brewing in my head about what we should go do.
"Okay, well we could go by McShakerz and get celebration milkshakes, then go to my house and watch a movie." I suggested. He willingly agreed and drove on to McShakerz for milkshakes.
{Time Lapse [seems to be a lot of these, huh?]}
We were sitting on the couch watching a very action packed movie. It was one of those movies in which you admired the actor as a kid, and loved the unrealistic action but as a teenager, you didn't feel as much for it.
I was slurping my amazing vanilla milkshake as Zach put in the DVD. I sat cross legged on the comfortable couch after putting Morgan into her crib. Turns out we didn't just get something to drink; we also got a super humongous batch of fries. I mean, there was like a mound of them sitting on my lap in front of me.
He came and sat down, stealing the package of fries during the process.
I know sometime after I had finished my shake and about an eighth of the fries I fell asleep. My dream was quite vivid, but something tugged in my gut telling me "Don't believe it!"
I saw Zach with Tina under one arm, Anna under the other and he was looking at me with a pained expression. "Zachy," I shuddered at the name, "tell Cameron here the truth." Tina said, her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
Zach turned to me, and put on the emotional mask he most always was wearing in public. "Cammi-Cameron. I never loved you, never have, never will. Just give up now for your own sake, I didn't ever need you. Your fake encouragement was never taken into my system, I always rejected it. I still don't know why I am here now. Just go while you have a shred of your dignity left."
I crumbled to the floor-or whatever I was standing on-and started bawling. I saw Zach and the bloodsucking leaches walk into a cloud. Straight out of my life, that is exactly where I wanted them at the moment. Zach on the other hand, I wanted to be cradled in his arms, him telling me over and over again that it was just a mistake. That the person I just saw was a horrible misunderstanding. My shoulders started to shake and I couldn't help but snap up.
"Cammie, oh my gosh. I really thought maybe you were going to go crazy. You started to cry and…it wasn't very easy to look at. I figured you were just dreaming, or nightmaring I guess. Are you okay?" His eyes showed their worry and I was right where I wanted to be. Sitting in Zach's lap looking straight into his eyes.
"I'll be okay, it was nothing to worry about, nothing but a nightmare." I said, hoping I would never have to experience those feelings I had in my dream. The feelings of loss, hurt, pain, anger, confusion, and anguish, they were all terrible feelings and I feared feeling those emotions.
I turned to look at the kitchen clock. It was ten thirty-seven; I have never slept that long, never ever! I rolled my eyes at the sight that lay before me. Morgan was at the end of the couch with her blanket covering her small body, but her favorite corner was shoved into her mouth.
"How long has she been asleep, and what time did she wake up?" I was actually not too interested. I felt beat up, almost as if something had run over me and I was just experiencing the shock.
"She woke up this morning about seven thirty and then fell back asleep at nine forty-five. She should be waking up in about thirty minutes, right?" I nodded my head, and then my stomach rumbled. I got up and grabbed a granola bar and a juice box and sat down to the sports channel.
A/N I understand that we authors of fan fiction would love to hear amazing reviews and emails, but I will still write even if I don't get reviews or emails. I understand that not everyone will love my writings, and I have accepted that COLD HARD FACT. I don't mind it a bit. So, I won't set review limits for each chapter. I am going on a trip within this month and I might be rationing my chapter publishing though, depending on how much writing I get done! Happy Reading!
