CPOV
"Okay so before we officially begin this bet, we need to lay down some rules," Macey stated, clapping her hands together, "Zach you first, any ideas?"
"Yeah, no touching other guys," he growled, "I'm not responsible for what happens to any guy that touches my Gallagher Girl."
"Fine, then you can't touch any other girls," I responded, glaring threateningly, but Zach just laughed.
"Like I would want to touch any other girl when I have you," Zach pulled me closer to him, placing a light kiss on my lips, "No girl could ever compare," then went back for another longer, deeper kiss.
"Neither of you two are going to last very long," Jonas smirked, "I give it three days, tops."
"Care to make this interesting?" Nick asked. "I give it five days."
"Fifty dollars?"
"No, money I've got. How about…loser has to get his whole body waxed?" Nick offered, offering his hand for Jonas to shake.
"Deal," Jonas agreed.
"You guys didn't seriously make a bet on a bet did you?" Macey wondered in disbelief. "Guys are idiots."
"Hey! I take offense to that…" Grant protested.
"Can we just start the bet already?" Bex asked, frustrated.
"Fine," Zach and I groaned, finally pulling our lips apart.
"Okay, on the count of three, the bet starts," Liz announced.
"One," Bex began.
"Two," Grant followed.
"Three!" Everyone yelled. Within the blink of an eye, I had been dragged out of the cafeteria and into our room where I was then promptly forced into a chair.
"Come one guy, can't I at least have breakfast before the torture starts?" I groaned.
"No," they replied, glaring as they held up their weapons, mascara brushes, flat iron, eye shadow, nail polish, waxing strips, I shuddered, put me up against guns or knives any day.
For the next hour I was painted, prodded, pulled, and waxed in places I didn't ever want to talk about again.
"Is it finally over?" I asked hopefully when I saw Macey clearing away all her torture devices.
"Almost," Bex smirked, holding something behind her.
"Please tell me that's not what I think it is," I pleaded when I realized only two things could be completely shielded by Bex's slim body.
"Yup," she replied, throwing the little scrap of fabric toward me, "We're going to the beach!"
"You guys, this doesn't have enough fabric to be considered a bikini!" I complained.
"Trust us Cammie, you're going to have Zach frothing at the mouth."
~~~~~O~~~~~
This had to be the worst idea ever. I tugged my cover-up around me nervously as I wiggled my toes in the sand, trying not to look at Zach, who was currently shirtless and flirting with a bunch of sluts, seriously who wears 6 inch heel to the beach?
Those sluts were busy running their nasty little fingers up and down my property, and I seriously wished that Liz had finished her "If-Looks-Could-Kill" prototype, because I would have gladly tested it out for her.
"Shouldn't he be disqualified? There was a 'no touching other people' rule somewhere, was there not?" I fumed, turning my glare to Zach who had the nerve to smirk at me.
"No, because technically, he's not touching them. They're touching him," Grant replied smugly.
"Oh yeah? Well two can play at that game," Bex smiled sweetly, before ripping my cover-up off, effectively tripping me and sending me flying into a mysterious pair of (very muscular) arms.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered as I stared into the face of one of the hottest guys I've ever seen, not as sexy as Zach, but then again, no one is. He was basically Zach's opposite though, he had blonde hair, dark, almost black, brown eyes, and he was a prep, you could tell by his smile, he was a prep.
"Don't worry about it, it never hurts to have a hot girl fall into your arms," he smirked, still not letting go. I was starting to feel uncomfortable as he, not so subtly, began checking me out, his eyes sweeping down my entire body before coming to rest on my chest, and to gross me out even farther, he licked his lips.
"Um, yeah," I said, trying to right myself up, but he wouldn't let go, his hands straying to my ass and giving it a squeeze. I squeaked and was about to give make his pretty face match his hideous personality when someone else beat me to the punch.
"Don't ever, touch my Gallagher Girl again, understand? Don't even look at her, and if I so much as see you think a disrespectful thought about her, I will gladly drown you in the ocean," Zach threatened, damn, if I thought my glare had been scary, it was nothing compared to Zach's. He turned to face me, "Gallagher Girl, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You have no idea," he muttered, shaking his head. I began brushing sand off of my body, noticing Zach's eyes were following their movement, I deliberately ran them over my ass slowly, wishing that Zach's hands could erase the feeling of that ass hole's.
"See something you like?" I teased.
"Yeah, actually, I see a lot," then suddenly his voice grew hard, "but so do all the pervs on this beach. What the hell are you thinking Cammie? Coming out dressed like this you're going to attract every horny guy looking to get off!"
"And what about you? You seem to be a slut magnet today," I shot back.
"Please, those girls are harmless, they're better than guys like that, who are just looking for a quick fuck and blow job! I can't protect you from creeps like that with this stupid bet going on," he admitted quietly, and I softened, I knew he didn't mean to imply that I couldn't handle myself; Zach was just naturally protective of the few people he loved. "Just admit defeat Gallagher Girl."
Well there goes that small bit of warmth and forgiveness, "Oh, it is so on." I strutted over to my girls and smiled, "May the games begin." My eyes immediately zoned in on a guy walking toward me, he was average looking, but he had an amazing six-pack.
"Hey, I'm Danny," he smiled, flashing me a brilliant smile.
"Hey," I replied, flashing him my own smile. I couldn't help but glance over at Zach and saw him playing volleyball with his own little group of slutty cheerleaders. "Do you think you could do me a favor?"
"Sure," he replied easily.
"You see, I can't reach my back to put sunscreen on, and my skin burns really easily, do you think you could help me out a little bit?" I pouted, widening my eyes into my "irresistible puppy dog" look.
"Yeah of course. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you," Danny said, taking the bottle of sunscreen from me as I went to lay down on my stomach. It felt a little awkward having someone else touch me, but I could feel the heat of Zach's glare on us, I didn't even have to look up, I just knew he was glaring.
BPOV
Cammie is bloody brilliant! I watched with pride as she worked her magic on poor little Danny, he didn't stand a chance. I looked over at Zach, who was glaring murderously at Danny and smiled, Zach didn't stand a chance either.
The rest of the day was quite amusing as Cammie went about, flirting up a storm with every cute guy she saw while Zach glared, and Zach going around, making girls swoon and letting them run their hands up and down his muscles while Cammie glared.
"Those two were totally made for each other," I stated, as I watched the longing stares that Zach and Cammie gave each other when the other wasn't watching.
"Even I could have told you that," Grant smirked, "Zach doesn't stand a chance. He's so pussy whipped I'm surprised he hasn't gotten down on one knee already."
"Please, Cammie is going to crack. She loves Zach so much, I know it's killing her to see other girls touch what's hers and letting other guys touch her," I scoffed.
"Oh? Want to make this a bet?" Grant offered.
"Sure, name your terms."
"Okay, if I win, I get to do whatever I want with you for a week. If you win, you get…"
"If I win, I get to steal whatever I want from your closet."
He groaned, knowing that I would go for his lucky dog tags, but held out his hand.
"It's a deal my British Bombshell."
Oh this would be fun.
