Chapter 14

"Adrian! Get your ass in here right now!"

The buff blonde guy sat up from his bed.

"What do you want? It's only 5 in the morning."

"We're going on that transfer today."

Adrian shifted in the bed and lay back down.

"Give me five minutes," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

I creeped over to his bed, and flipped him over.

"Ow. Get off me, Zach."

"Promise to not fall back asleep or I will knock you out."

"Fine. Jeez, didn't know a guy could get so hyped up about meeting girls."

"It's not girls. It's a girl. I haven't seen her since the end of football season."

Adrian looked at me funny.

"I wish I could've played."

"Trust me, it's great. You'd probably be a good wide receiver."

Adrian shrugged.

"Probably. Move, I have to shower. Wake Nate and Jonas up. They snored all night, so you might need the bucket again."

I nodded my thanks for his advice, and grabbed the bucket from behind the cabinet.

Two minutes later, I had two very pissed off teenage boys on my case. What helped was that they were soaking wet, and I was laughing my ass off.

"You don't want us to tell this story to Solomon, do you?"

I shrugged, still shaking with laughter. "I don't care; he'll probably take pictures and tell you to put some clothes on."

"With this hot body? No!" Nathan said.

Nathan Greer was your typical surfer guy, with sandy blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and… what the hell do you call them? Washboard abs? God, girl language is way too confusing. Leave all the stupid translating to Jonas.

Jonas Anderson. Geez, this kid is a total geek. But he's pretty cool, and he can pick a mean fight. Don't let his glasses and thin frame fool you.

Adrian Pierce is my best friend, though I never say it aloud. He's pretty cool, but sometimes, he's quite impulsive. He's probably the only student that came close to beating me in P&E.

And me? I'm Zachary Goode. Abby eventually helped me get over Cammie, 'cause she told me that Cammie was over me too. So if I don't have a chance, why should I keep going?

After Cammie, I found other girls, but every time, I found myself comparing each and every one of them to her. I never kept a steady relationship afterwards, dumping girls after a couple days. I wasn't even supposed to go off campus to see girls, but, hey, girls love a rule breaker.

I shifted in my duvet, trying to shake away my sleepiness. I sat up abruptly, wondering where I was for a second.

"Good. You're up. It's already 5:30, and I need to get you dressed up, your makeup done, and your hair, too."

"Wait, what the- Why can't I just wear my uniform?"

"The Blackthorne Boys are coming today! This is your daily routine for the next three months, Cams!"

I groaned, but she grabbed me and shoved into the bathroom.

"Five minutes, and then I want you out!"

*Time Skip: 7minutes*

Macey screeched, making me jump, the hairbrush clattering on the marble floor.

"Get out of the bathroom now! I have to get you ready!"

I casually walked out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a fluffy blue towel.

"Here, put this on," she said, throwing some clothes at me.

It consisted of a red plaid short-sleeve with buttons, and a white skirt, only reaching up to mid-thigh.

"What the hell, Macey? Am I supposed to look like a slut?"

"Calm down. You'll look good. You have the body for that outfit. Just wear it."

I rolled my eyes, and slipped the clothes on.

"Great. You look gorgeous. Now I need to do your hair," she said, pushing me into a chair.

"Wait-what are you-"

"Be quiet. Don't move a single muscle."

Just to get under her skin, I twisted and turned.

Bad mistake.

She was using a curling iron, and when I moved, it burned me.

"Ow! That freaking hurt!"

"I warned you."

"Whatever. Just hurry. I'm hungry."

"When are you not?"

I smiled. "Never."

Macey spun the chair around, so that she could do my make-up. I had always seen Macey do her own make-up, but she had never done mine before-

"Shit! That hurts like hell, Macey!"

She lifted the brush away from my throbbing eye. "Sorry."

Fifteen minutes later, after a lot of yelling, screaming, and being poked in the eye, we were ready. I hate to admit it, but Macey made me look pretty. For once.

"Cammie, I swear, you're gorgeous even without my help."

"Liar."

"Not lying. I wouldn't do that to you."

I looked at her disbelievingly. "Are you kidding me? Look at yourself! You're a thousand times prettier than me!"

Macey waved her hand, dismissing the conversation, signaling that she had won. Again.

We walked into the cafeteria, Bex and Liz already sitting down. Liz was patiently waiting, while Bex…? Well, she was kind of… making out with her scrambled eggs.

I grabbed a fruit salad and a croissant before sitting down.

Tina, who sat at the end of the table, asked, "So, Cammie, did your mom tell you when the Blackthorne Boys were coming?"

I rolled my eyes. "For the last time, Tina, my mom doesn't tell me anything important."

Of course, Tina kept speaking.

"Come on, everyone knows that you know something. Why can't you just tell us?"

God, her voice was giving me a headache. I don't understand how Eva, Mick, and Anna can deal with her. I got up, and told them that I needed an Advil, and headed up the stairs.

"Adrian! Are you in?"

"Yeah, just shut up, will you? Someone could come in any minute!"

"Relax; they're all down in the hall eating their faces off. I'd think that they never had pancakes before."

I rolled my eyes. Typical cocky Zach.

I crept into the room, glancing around. There were four beds, all messily fixed, like they'd been in a hurry. Clothes were casually thrown over chairs and bed frames. Pens and papers were scattered on the desks.

That was your typical teenage girl room, but these girls weren't typical.

I looked in one of the drawers, and then quickly closed it.

Never looking in there again.

I opened a different one, and this one contained a scattered CoveOps report, which looked too long for me to read, so I didn't. There was also a Taser and a stun gun.

Definitely a spy girl's room. I turned around, going towards the bed, and planting a bug at the base of the bed. I was about to bug the next bug when the door opened.

"What the hell? What are you doing in my- Oh my god! You're a freakin-"

I ran towards her, trying to quiet her, but she countered, and flipped me.

Damn, these Gallagher Girls are pretty strong.

The girl pinned me down, her long blonde hair tickling my eyes, her blue eyes glaring at me, hostility evident in her eyes.

"Why were you bugging my bed?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I retorted, bringing out my inner Zach.

"Geez, all guys must be this annoying," she muttered.

"Well, you're pretty good at being that yourself-"

Zach appeared in the doorway, and once he saw the girl sitting on me, he froze.

"Cammie?"

(I was going to end it here, but I have the time, so I continued it. Your welcome! I didn't leave you on a cliff-hanger! Shows how much i love you guys!)

Oh, crap.

Zach was the civilian boy?

I decide to finally get over my ex-boyfriend, and it turns out that I ended up falling in love with him again?

God, I'm a mess.

"Cammie? Is that you?"

I turned around, crossing my arms, keeping a firm leg on the boy on the floor.

He was still the same cocky, arrogant jerk, but this time, he looked… hotter. Scratch that: I billion times hotter. It looked like he had worked out more, which he probably did, Grew like, three inches, and tanned a bit.

"Why do you care? You obviously didn't care when I saw you last time."

Zach looked pained. "I-"

I walked over to a drawer, and took an Advil, and washed it down with some water.

"Look, if you're going to be here for the next three months, just stay away from me."

I walked out of the room, anger coursing through me.

I was done with Zachary Goode.

"Oh, shit. That was Cammie? Dude! You should've told me that she was hot!"

"Lay off her, Adrian."

"Okay, fine. I see how it is. Hoes before bros, is it now? She kind of looks too dignified to be a hoe."

"That's because she isn't. She's perfect, and I let her go."

Adrian looked at me, and then widened his eyes.

"Dude, we gotta get outta here. Solomon's going to kill us when he finds out that we're in his god-daughter's room."

Adrian stood up and started walking towards the door.

"Aren't you coming?"

I stood up, taking in every detail of the room.

Cammie's room.

I couldn't believe she had actually been here. I couldn't believe that I actually saw her. I needed to talk to her.

"Yeah. I'll be down in a few. I have to find someone."

Adrian nodded. "I'll see you later, Zach," he said, then left.

I needed to find Cammie.

He walked right past me.

Calling my name.

What a dumbass. Can't even see me.

I was still thinking about how stupid he was when he opened the closet, smirking.

"Didn't think I saw you, did you?"

I glared at his, straight into his green eyes. His beautiful green eyes.

"You ass hole."

"Spy."

"No, I meant ass hole."

Sounds of girls, and boys, came from down the hall, and Zach shoved himself into the closet with me.

"What the hell are you doing? We can't both fit in here."

He shifted, turned me around, and wound his arms around me.

"This better?"

"No! Get your hands off me!"

Actually, it got roomier this way, but there was no way that I was admitting that to him and his ego.

"Admit it, Cammie. You enjoy this."

"No. Let go of me."

Zach pulled me even closer, and I could just feel his abs through his thin black t-shirt. Though I heavily despise him, this boy has some abs.

He rested his head on mine, and I tried to shift, but he just held me even tighter.

"Remember what you asked me last time?"

"What?"

"You know, after the big game?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I never got to answer your question."

I froze.

A/N: You're welcome, guys! I made this chapter, like, twice as long. So, what's Zach going to say? What's his answer to Cammie's question going to be?

There's some major Zammie, but after the whole drama ends, coming up.

If you guys are lucky (*cough* Reviews *cough*) then it just might come sooner!

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