A/N: Guess what? I did something special on this chapter! :)
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Zach's POV! (yaaaay!)
After waiting for fifteen minutes, I realized something was wrong. Cammie was smart enough to not run away here, where any drug dealer could take her. I also realized that I fucked up. I shouldn't have let her out of my sight. Maybe she runs the school, but here no one is afraid of her. She's just a small girl here. Defenseless, naive, innocent. She's any kidnapper's dream.
I'll admit, I learned a lot about Cam from the time I spent with her. First off, she wasn't a heartless bitch. Yeah, her life was a helluva lot better than mine, but that's nothing for me to be judgmental about. And now I feel like a dick for being an ass to her all this time.
I pushed my way through the crowd. Finally, I came across the set of double doors and swung them open. The lounge was basically empty, just three girls by the punch bowl. I slowly approached them, taking careful steps. "Excuse me, have either of you seen a girl about 5'4 with dirty blonde hair?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair.
The girl with dark hair whipped around and caught my gaze. "No, have you, Zach?" she asked.
And that's when I realized who I was talking to. I took a step back. "Macey? How the hell did you all get in?"
Bex answered for her. "You'd be surprised what three girls who lost their best friend are capable of."
"We're not leaving until we find her, Zach. I can't believe you don't know where she is!" Liz finished, throwing her arms up to prove how irritated she was.
"Listen," I started, "You guys go find Jonas and Grant and then come back here." They nodded and went back to the party, but I went outside. A black car was slipping out of the parking lot.
I knew that car. It was Mike Shooter's car. Mickey was with them, no doubt. Probably Henry and Greg, too. Possibly even some back up.
I don't know how it happened, but one second I was piecing all of this together and the next, I had my gun in my hand. I shot at the tires and hit one, but I knew that car could get a good ten miles away before having to stop due to the flat.
I ran back into the lounge to find everyone standing there, anxious looks on there faces. "We have to get out of here now, Zach!" Grant shouted, shoving me backward. "Why would you do something so stupid? God dammit, Zach! Can't you think of someone besides yourself for once! The cops are going to be here in a matter of minutes because of your fucking stupidity! Damn, Zach!"
Bex cut in with, "Grant, shut up. Yelling won't make this better, okay? Zach that was a mental thing to do. Jonas, is that mini computer working?"
Jonas nodded and continued typing into his computer. "Got it!" he announced. "Okay, they're going to… Mosekill, maybe? No, that's not it. Louseville? C'mon, speak louder!"
I cut him off, "Roseville. They're going to Roseville."
In a matter of seconds, we were running in the crowd, just like everyone. I felt like an idiot for shooting, but what was I supposed to do? Nothing? Now, the cops were going to show up and a bunch of people were going to get locked up because of me.
We managed to get out of the building and into the front parking lot but we could already here the cops' sirens.
We made our way to the truck and piled in. Grant was driving again, but this time he easily made the turns and very carefully avoided the police. "That doesn't make sense. Roseville is an hour away. There is no way they'll make it," I mumbled.
Liz replied, "No, you didn't make their tire go flat. See Zach, when the bullet hit the tire it didn't puncture it. The tire was already spinning, and they have a very special kind of rubber called Plexie. Plexie is extremely hard making it difficult to break, and plus, by the way the tire was turning, it repelled the bullet. So right now, your bullet is somewhere in the parking lot. Sorry, Zach." She sighed, leaning her head onto the glass window.
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't.
Suddenly, I felt angry. I knew my face must've been red. I was just so aggravated. I said something that I can't even remember, and then slowly, blackness took over my mind, completely consuming me.
A/N: I know it's short. My bad! But, guys, I had to. I suck at Zach's POV but I felt the need to put this in here. If it would've gone on longer, you guys would've been like, "THIS SUCKS!" which would've, quite frankly, sucked. So, I'm sorry. Truly.
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