A/N: I am so busy with exams and my sisters laptop broke so she is using mine, and hers hasn't got Microsoft installed on it because it's new and it's so annoying! I am using Google Docs now lol they're pretty cool.
I have also decided to un-abandon GGHA, my other ff, but it's not forgiving me as i'm not getting any new ideas! But the next chapter shall be up soon.
Chapter dedicated to:
HiddenReaderNinja, GallagherGirlXOX, BunnySwag101, Spottedmask12, BellaGoode, LoveBooks14, Zach-Goode' , Guest, Crazy 4 Goode, NicoleGoode, Uknowiloveu, XxCandyygirlxX, K Loves Z, bookloverforlife12, heyfrey0499 and (the fabulousss) . .xo.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, Ally Carter does!
"Can you see him from here?" asked Dad.
Dad, Mom and I were sat in Dad's car, which was parked just outside the Starbucks on Mason Avenue. And we were scanning Starbucks for anyone that remotely looked like a "Joe Solomon", who was sitting on his own and looked like someone from the FBI.
No luck.
"This is ridiculous! I bet he hasn't even shown up!" Mom exclaimed, leaning back into the cool, smooth leather.
Dad shrugged "Come on, Rach, let's go inside." and we all got out of the car.
It was a cold day, and the wind was slamming into my face, causing my hair to fly wildly in the direction of the wind. Great.
Starbucks was one of my favourite places to hang out with Macey since i'd moved to Roseville, except they never seemed to get my name right. When I said "Cammie" they spelt it as "Cammy" or "Cammi" and when I got annoyed and said "Cameron" they spelt it as "Cameran". Macey seemed to find that utterly hilarious, though.
As we entered, the heating from above the door immediately hit me and it felt goode... I mean good! Damn you, Zachary for always being in my thoughts.
"Mr and Mrs Morgan?" a voice called from behind us.
We spun around to come face-to-face with a man who looked rather young, probably early thirties, who looked as if he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was wearing a long brown coat, and carrying a brown briefcase, judging from his piercing brown eyes, brown was kinda his thing.
"Mr Solomon?" my Mom asked.
"Call me Joe." said "Joe", leading us to a table at the back of the cafe, and I sat down next to him, Mom and Dad opposite us.
"I hope you are well. How are you, Cammie?" he asked me, staring ahead of him.
First of all, how the heck did he know my name? And secondly, geez, it's rude to not look at someone when you're talking to them!
"I was a bit obsessed with this certain case. A little looking into his family's files wouldn't do anyone any harm. Right?" he asked, smiling.
"Yeah. Now, what did you bring us here to say?" I asked, impatiently.
"We have all morning to discuss this. I can take my time." Joe smirked, reminding me of Zach.
Which reminded me I had said i'd meet up with him at 12.
"Sorry, I need to meet someone so chop chop!" I demanded.
"Hot date?" he smirked even harder.
"Yes. Actually. I'm not sure you're used to the concept of one, though." I smirked back.
"Your daughter," he turned to my parents to grin "She's quite something."
WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!
"Please don't mind her. Cammie," Mom hissed at me "Zach can WAIT!"
"Whatever." I mumbled, staring at the table in front of me.
However, before I knew it, a waitress was standing next to me, placing a plate of cookies and a Frappaccino in front me me. My parents were given muffins and hot chocolate, and Joe had a glass of milk.
"I ordered beforehand." Joe explained.
I guess I was less annoyed at him now, my date with Zach could wait, I mean, I LIVE for warm, gooey, chocolatey cookies. And frappaccinos.
"As Cameron is impatient, let's get down to why we're here." Joe said, clearing his throat. "What do you know about how your late son's death?"
"He was involved in a car accident. We took him to ER but he didn't survive." my Dad said, obviously.
Mom decided to remain silent but she nodded in agreement.
"Cammie?" Joe turned to me "Truthfully. What do YOU think happened to your brother?"
Zach had once asked me kinda the same question so I decided to give him the same reply.
"I know he wasn't involved in a car crash. Someone killed him."
"That's utterly ridiculous, honey. You know that." Mom said calmly.
"IT'S TRUE MOM!" I nearly shouted "How could he have just been run over? I think I knew my brother and that day, he wasn't even near the road they supposedly found his body!"
"Calm down, Cammie." Dad sighed.
"You know what? If you're not even gonna listen to me, I have other places to be and better people to be with!" I said annoyed, and stood up.
"And thanks for the cookies, Solomon." I grumbled, and took the cookies and the rest of my drink with me as I stormed out of Starbucks.
Why would my Mom and Dad bring me if they weren't even gonna listen to what I have to freaking say!?
I shoved the remaining cookies down my throat, and rang up Zach.
After the second ring, he picked up. "Hey!" he said, and I could hear a smile in his voice.
"Do you think you could pick me up? I'm outside Starbucks and freezing cold." I said, taking another sip from my drink.
"Sure, see you in a few minutes." he said, and hung up.
As I put my phone back into my jacket pocket, I felt a slip of paper. I extracted it quickly and held it up so I could read it.
How about try talking about this again on Monday straight after school, same place. -JS.
It's not as if I was given a choice, but I guess he was only trying to help me. I tucked the note into the inside of my phone case, where I kept most of my important things.
Zach's car, then came into my vision and pulled up in front of where I was standing, and the passenger seat automatically opened. I don't think i'm ever going to stop obsessing over his car.
When I got in, and shut the door behind me, Zach was wearing a smirk on his face.
"What's got Zachy into a smirky mood today?" I asked, chuckling.
"The fact that you're coming to my house now." he smirked harder, and drove out of Mason Avenue.
"Aw, I was hoping we'd go watch a movie or something interesting, instead of going to your BORING house!" I moaned.
"What?" Zach asked me, turning his head to look at me, and his smirk was gone.
"CONCENTRATE ON THE ROAD, ZACH!" I yelled, pointing ahead of him. "And I was only joking."
"Good because Savannah wanted to play with you."
"Play?! Like, with Barbie dolls?" I exclaimed, laughing.
"Maybe. Ask her. I told her she couldn't because I had reserved a date with you, and if she wanted to, she'd have to make a reservation. You're so busy aren't you, these days?" Zach said, grinning.
"Evidently. Oh, and that FBI guy thing was weird. I'm meeting him again on Monday." I decided to say.
"Oh." Zach said, not wanting to say anything else seeing as I didn't exactly want to talk about it.
We pulled up outside his house, and went in.
"I'm home! With your favourite person who isn't me!" Zach called out.
"You're so cocky, Zachy!" I groaned, and walked up the stairs to Macey's bedroom.
Macey was lying on her bed, on her MacBook.
"Oh, Cammie!" she said, smiling at me.
"Surprise!" I grinned, and walked over to her.
"Oh, I was typing a Government assignment." She said quickly.
"Macey McHenry NEVER does assignments." Zach sang and flung himself onto Macey's pink couch.
"Well I was." She said laughing.
"Macey, come on, you were facebooking Sam. I saw." I said, winking at her.
"Yes, well, who I message and what I message if none of your or your boyfriends business." Macey declared, standing up and locking her laptop. "What do ya wanna do?"
"Actually, Cammie came to say hi. She'll be spending her afternoon with me." Zach announced, and grabbed my wrist.
"Whatever, loverboy." Macey mumbled, and went back onto her bed.
"When will you start calling me Zach?" Zach asked, leading me out of Macey's room.
"When pigs learn how to fly!" She shouted.
"How un-original." Zach shot back, and led me to his bedroom before we could hear Macey's response.
I loved Zach's bedroom, I'd only been in it once, but I loved it. Everything was just so...Zach. It smelt of him, and it was just so neat! (Because of the house keeper, obviously. Zach hates being neat and tidy. Apparently his parents should learn to appreciate the "lived in" and "homely" look to the house.)
There were stacks of CDs on one side of the room, and a double bed in the middle, which had a built in TV, which slid out of the front of the bed when you pushed a button. My favourite part was his bookshelf, with masses of (great) books. And then there was his balcony which had a beautiful view of the town of Roseville.
And did I mention that there was a mini TV built into the back of his bathroom door? Well, there was. Zach said he likes to spend a lot of time in the bathroom to think. I reckon he's lactose intolerant.
"So, do you wanna watch a movie?" Zach asked, jumping into his bed and kicking his sneakers off.
"Depends on what movies you have." I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I looked through Macey's DVDs and thought you'd like 500 Days of Summer..." Zach looked at me.
"YES! It's one of my favourites!" I grinned and got under the covers, next to him.
"500 Days of Summer it is, then." Zach said, pushing it into the DVD player.
As I snuggled up against him, I decided my favourite part of Zach's room wasn't his bookshelf, but the safeness it made me feel.
A/N: I know it was short, sorry! My exams are next week so after then I will go back to updating like every week or something. Thanks for sticking with this story, despite my lack of updating! ILY GUYS