Well, I'm officially the worst fanfictioner ever. I'm pretty sure I sent out a teaser for this chapter a few weeks ago and I'm only getting to it now?

Eek!

Well, I didn't write mega loads of FF. And I was sick the past week and only remembered because I got some chapter updates from other GG FF's :S Sorry! Haha.

Also, a few of you actually hit spot on for ideas I already had for TWYG! I was so close to giving out spoilers to those people, but I restrained myself.

Without further ado!

Here is the totally awesome and (you'll love the ending) amazing chapter ten!

CHAPTER TEN

When Monday morning had come, the weekend felt like it was years away. Especially considering I had been in the presence of Zach for a couple of hours without it being snarky or rude in some way.

It truly was a miracle.

What was also a miracle was the fact that Marc had called me twice over the weekend, both of which I shamefully avoided by getting Grant to pretend I was home. Not that Grant was actually bothered by it. In fact, he seemed a little too cheerful after Friday night. Right now, as we sat in the car waiting for the lights to change, Grant was tapping to a nonexistent song beat. It had been at least an entire minute since I switched off the radio.

"Okay," I finally caved, hitting his arm to gain his attention. "Why do you have rainbows shoved up your backside?"

Grant didn't even blink at my language or references. He just smiled at me and let the car slid forward smoothly—too smoothly compared to his rough driving. By now I was used to clutching to the seat without a seat belt because it would rub against my bare skin and it looked like I had a rash.

I hit his arm harder this time and his tapping broke.

Only for him to start whistling.

I groaned, slapping my hands against the dashboard.

He frowned at me. "Hey! Don't take your PMS issues out on the British Bombshell, alright?"

I scoffed and he pulled into the car park, turning it off, jumped out and locked it all in about a minute. I sat in the car after that, staring at his retreating back.

Something was definitely up.

And as the student body glanced at him and back at the car in confusion, I figured I wasn't the only one who was tripping out.

Jonas and Zach walked over to us. Jonas walked to the back of the car, frowning at it.

"Is there something wrong with the car?"

Jonas's frown deepened. "He parked the car. Within the lines."

Zach eyes widened and he rushed over to his side. His lips parted and I think he actually made a little gasp sound. "No freakin' way." I jumped out and they looked at me at the same time like they were programmed robots.

"What happened to Grant?" they demanded.

Honestly, I was tempted to say that he either a) got laid or b) was abducted on Friday night and returned with a too happy Grant.

Option b was much more realistic—which was saying something.

I shrugged helplessly. "I don't know." Then, I took off like a rocket, shoving people aside. It didn't take me long to find the person who stuck out like the only person wearing red on labour day. He was leaning up against the locker, clearing talking to somebody. I stood back, wondering if he and Bex were talking because all I could hear was giggling. Zach and Jonas caught up to me and after a look at their faces, it was easy to tell that they were just as confused.

I cleared my throat and walked up to Grant... and some girl who clearly was not Bex.

Nope.

Not one bit.

I was positive.

And positively quivering with anger.

"Hi." I smiled pointedly at Grant. "How are you this fine morning? At first I thought you had some kind of emergency because you ran out of that car and even parked it straight. But"—I looked at the girl who was blushing bright red and biting on her lip—"I realise now that I am a big bloody idiot because you got to school twenty minutes early so you could talk to a girl." Grant was glowering at me but I just didn't seem to be able to stop. I did refrain from mentioning Bex which I think was a total win on my self control. I looked at the girl. "Hi, I'm Cammie. You know that and I don't know you. Just make sure he doesn't faint and if he hands in any assignments that you know of can you get me? He'll just need a good wack on the head by somebody who knows him."

I stormed off.

I had to say, I was quite impressed with myself. Until I walked outside to see a fuming—and I think tearful—Rebecca Baxter. She was throwing her arms in the air and stomping while Macey and Liz tried to calm her down.

I don't know who I felt more sorry for. My cousin who I just totally humiliated or my friend who was leading my cousin on because she was scared of getting hurt, though to him it only looked like he was a hobby of hers.

Suddenly, I was glad Zach and I had cleared up our misunderstanding.

I jogged over to them and as Bex saw me she ran over at me and I pulled her into a hug. Her chest was retching forward and I knew my shirt was going to be stained. I guess it was a lucky thing that I wore a dark coloured shirt today then, right?

Macey and Liz came over and we all hugged Bex, taking it in turns to be a tissue with two arms, two legs and a heartbeat.

It was recess and our group was literally split into two. The guys sat on one side of the table and the girls sat on the other. And me? I was wedged between Grant and Bex, hoping my position would let them know that I was there for the both of them. Everyone at the table was either 'eating' (code for playing with their food), glaring or in a really awkward position and didn't know how to react so they more or less stared at the table (and for the record, I think I'm the only one allowed to be in option three).

I bit into a chip, only to cringe.

It was cold.

I hated cold food just as much as I was beginning to hate this day. I wondered if it were possibly to fake a sickness and go home. I could say I had cramps; that time of the month. I look up, my mouth opened wide, ready to put on my sick face when I meet Zach's eyes. He's staring me down, his mouth twisted, like he knows what I'm about to do. I pouted and he shook his head at me.

I pouted some more.

Then I heard a sound I have never once in my life been grateful for: the bell.

I practically leaped from my seat and ran out of the cafeteria.

I slammed my bedroom door, threw my bag into the corner and collapsed on my bed. The car with Grant hadn't gone so well. In fact, I recall a lot of confusion, some swearing and even more anger. I just didn't get it. What happened with Bex?

The door flung open.

"Go away, Grant!" I growled, sitting up.

Grant crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not going without an explanation."

"Explanation for what?"

"You humiliated me in front of my girlfriend." He was speaking too calmly. Way too calmly for this. It made me angrier.

"What happened with Bex?" I exploded, standing up. "Why are you all of a sudden not interested in Bex? She stuffed up, alright? She told me she was scared of what could happen if you dated. You're best friends. If something went wrong then all hell would break loose between the group."

"But nothing would have gone wrong!" Grant exploded, too. "We were—are, if I still liked her—perfect for each other. The only times things went bad was when she repeatedly rejected me. Again and again."

"But—"

"I'm a guy, Cammie," he stressed. "Testosterone isn't meant for pining."

I collapsed back on the bed. "Give her one more chance, Grant. Please."

"I can't, Cams. I'm sorry. I'm with Anna now, alright?" He walked away, leaving the door wide open.

Dinner was awkward. And desert. And every time we were ten feet within each other it was awkward. I hoped for it not to be. He was my cousin, my blood. But Bex was my best friend. How are you supposed to compete with that? By the end of the night, I was tossing and turning in my bed. Even being under the same roof as Grant seemed to be awkward.

A sharp ringing sound caught my attention, completely out of the blue. I sat up. Was there an intruder? Somebody trying to break open a window or door lock? I crept over to my door, my feet light as feathers on the carpet and I switched the lock.

The ringing noise sounded again and this time it was followed by a familiar, "Damn."

Zach was playing basketball. Again. I looked at my clock, the red numbers so bright my eyes were momentarily stunned.

10:49

Déjà vu, much?

Except, it wasn't a dream. The exact same thing had happened once before. I walked out onto my balcony. Zach, dribbling a ball up and down the court covered in sweat and his shorts riding on his hips, aimed and missed. I had to admit, he, in this very moment, looked like a very sexy God.

I swallowed back my laughter which made the most embarrassing noise ever. Somewhere between a snort of mockery and a pig snort of laughter. I ducked when he spun around, hiding behind the wooden pillars of my balcony. One last shot and a door slid open and closed. I peeked over. Zach had gone back inside.

His bedroom light flooded onto the balcony a minute later. But he never came out.

I peered over the edge, curious and feeling oh-so like a pervert. Oh, well. I'll just pull the 'idiot playing basketball at midnight' card. Again.

Man, I was so stupid sometimes.

Even more stupid than being stupid sometimes was the stupid thing I was about to do.

I walked back, taking wide steps until I reached the far end of my balcony. Then, I took off for a sprint. I placed my hands on the railing and used that to propel myself across the two/three metre gap between our balconies. My feet landed in the middle of Zach's balcony and I rolled, catching myself with my hands.

"What the—"

Zach came out on the balcony just as I was adjusting my pj's into a more appropriate place. They had practically turned inside out when I rolled.

He sighed, banging his head against the window.

"What are you doing?"

"Hi," I said softly.

Zach looked at me again, taking me in more carefully. I hadn't realised how small and soft my voice was. I almost felt like a child.

"You alright?"

I glanced back to my balcony, remembering the feeling of Grant's presence.

"Not really," I admitted.

"You planning on going back?" He grabbed a towel and placed it around his neck. I realised he was probably going to have a shower. Washing all that hot and sweaty action off him.

"Can I stay here for the night?" I whispered. Zach looked surprised and nervous so I rushed on. "I'll sleep on the floor. You won't even know I'm here and I'll be gone in the morning. Nobody will get the chance to know."

"Why?"

"Grant. I just—it's hard. He's my cousin, she's my best friend and I don't know where I should stand."

"Perhaps out of the picture?"

I looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't even know why I—" I headed back and Zach leaped out, grabbing me by the arm.

"No. That wasn't a 'leave' I meant with Bex and Grant. Just stay out of it. You can stay."

"Oh."

Zach led me inside, closing and locking the balcony. He drew the curtains closed. In my sleepy state, I barely glanced at Zach's room. Only enough to notice he was a real fan of basketball, cleanness and obviously didn't have Grant over enough. I made a comment on all three.

"You can sleep on the bed," he said.

"I'm not kicking you out of your own bed. I'll sleep on the floor."

Zach scoffed. "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor."

"And I won't let you sleep on the floor, either."

He paused. "So, what now?"

We both glanced at the bed. It was a queen—big enough for the both of us to not have to touch. I shrugged.

"I can put a border of pillows in-between us..."

I laughed. "It's alright. I trust you," I said, only then realising that I did in fact trust him. At least enough to know that he wouldn't try anything. Besides, I'm sure he remembered our first sparring match in PE.

Zach nodded. "Well, I'm gonna shower." He gathered an armful of clothes. "You sleep." He flicked off the light and walked into his adjoining bathroom. The room was cool when dark. And utterly unfamiliar, which was something I just realised.

I really hoped Zach didn't need to sleep, cause I doubt I'd get any.

I was a strange person. If I didn't know the place, I was very unlikely to sleep. It took me five nights to get comfortable at Grant's place. And even then I slept with the doors and windows locked for another week.

I climbed into Zach's bed. The mattress was soft, but firm. And the pillows were just right, too.

Damn.

Why did he have to have such a nice bed?

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.

Around ten minutes later, Zach came out of the bathroom and climbed into bed. I kept my eyes closed and breathed in deeply.

"Cammie?"

I smiled in the dark. "Zach?"

I felt the bed move as he rolled over and I opened my eyes, facing him. He reached a hand out and with the back of his hand, stroked my cheek. My eyes fell close on their own accord.

"Cammie?"

"Zach?"

"I'm sorry."

My eyes opened again. "What for?"

"For being a dick. At the rehearsal when we danced."

"We're cool, Zach. No need to apologise."

My eyes were closed again and my mind was fogging over. I was getting sleepy and felt pretty darn comfortable.

"I never explained why," he said. I didn't speak and he continued. "Why it was easier for me to hate you. Why I keep saying 'Grant's cousin'. It's a reminder. Because you're gorgeous. And totally off-limits." His breath was hot on my ear. "And if you weren't Grant's cousin, gorgeous and off-limits, I wouldn't be able to stop myself."

Did I or did I not tell you that you would love the ending? :P I'm psychic! (something I've been trying to convince my family and friends of for years, but have failed!)

Also, everybody has probably already heard the news, but GG 5 has a name and a cover! :O

Out of Sight, Out of Time

EEEK! CANNOT WAIT!

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