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Cammie POV.

The next day I felt like everyone was looking at me- that they were smothering me. Their stares were too intense; the whispers seemed to be shouts.

I started my walk down the halls to my locker when all of a sudden, Tina stopped me. "So, where were you yesterday?"

"I got sick," I told her, side stepping and continuing the walk.

"Oh, really? Then where was Zach?" she asked, following me.

I reached my locker and rolled my eyes as I responded, "I don't know. I'm his girlfriend, not his keeper."

Her questions continued. "Where's Nick?"

I wouldn't be surprised if she was taking notes.

"Tina? Are you writing a book?" I heard Macey hiss from behind me. Tina looked up and shot Macey a confused look. "Well, kiss my ass, and make it a love story. Cammie won't be answering anymore questions. So you can leave."

Tina scoffed and stomped away.

"Thanks," I mumbled, unpacking my bag and shoving my nooks into my locker.

"Are you okay?" Liz, who was behind Macey, squeaked.

"Yeah, you look like hell," Macey said, eyeing my very messy bun.

"Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically.

Macey dismissed me and pulled me into the bathroom, followed by Bex and Liz.

"Are you okay?" Bex asked worriedly. Meanwhile, Macey pulled the hair ties out of my unruly hair and began brushing it.

"It just wasn't a good day." I looked down at the floor.

"What do you mean?" Liz inquired.

"My mom called and said some pretty nasty stuff, and then Nick just went crazy," I said softly.

Liz threw herself and wrapped her small arms around me.

"Thanks, Lizzie."

Macey found a knot and tugged, causing a loud shriek to pop out of me.

"What do you mean Nick went crazy?" she demanded, ignoring my whimpers of "ouch".

"He called me, but he was super drunk and breaking stuff. He acted like a dick when I got to his house. He said really horrible things and-" I stopped, unable to go on. Tears flooded my eyes when the memories of last night took over my mind. Honestly, it felt like two years ago, not less than twenty four hours.

Macey has stopped abusing my scalp and now stood by my side, with her arm around my shoulder.

"It's okay," Bex said softly, "You don't have to tell us."

"Yes I do," I nodded. "You guys are my best friends, and you deserve to know. Especially since I keep ditching you."

"So what happened then?" Macey asked.

"He called me a bitch, a slut," I cried. "He told me my mother was right and he-he used things that I never told anyone else, against me."

The tears streamed freely down my face now. Bex hugged me, Liz got some toilet paper for tissues, and Macey kept her arm wrapped around me.

"Oh Cam," Bex soothed. "It's gonna get better."

"And then-" I sobbed, hyperventilating. "Zach-h-he- punched him."

"He what?!" Macey snapped, letting her arm fall back to her side. If this were a movie scene, this would be the part where the record suddenly scratches during the comforting soundtrack.

I blew my nose in the paper, and threw it in the trash. "Zach punched Nick," I choked out, begging myself not to start hysterically crying again.

She started pacing. "That dick, he punched Nick?"

"Dick? Zach was protecting me," I said defensively.

"Macey!" Liz gasped.

Bex just stared at her, then back to me. It was as if she was watching a tennis match, our hateful words being the balls bouncing back and forth.

"Cammie, you can't just go around punching people," she stated, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"He punched him because Nick hurt me! It's not like he went up to Nick and just hit him square in the jaw!"

"Regardless, that's not okay!" she screamed.

"I can't believe you!" I screamed back. "You're sticking up for Nick?"

"No, I'm just not standing up for Zach!"

I stared at her. "Zach's on my side. If you're against him, you're against me." Ann eerie, calm monotone ran through my voice.

"Well, I can't believe you! Poor Little Miss Perfect, don't act like you are not at fault here, Cameron."

"How in fucking God's name is it my fault?"

"You led Nick on! You made him think that you love him," Macey screeched.

"I do love Nick," I defended.

"Not the way that he wants."

"What?"

"He thinks that you love him-like love him. But do you even care? Nope. You just had to rub your new relationship in his face."

"Yup, exactly. Good job, McHenry-you uncovered my evil plan." I didn't even try to hide my sarcasm.

"Go to hell."

"I'll see you there," I shot back.

"I-ugh, you're impossible!" She clicked on her phone and put it to her ear, storming out of the bathroom.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I'm the impossible one? Keep dreaming, Macey.

I flipped my hair upside down and gathered it into a ponytail. Walking over the sink, I took out my emergency makeup kit that Macey forced us to carry around ever since eighth grade. My mascara, eye liner, and lip gloss fell out and I applied them, careful to make it look good.

"Cam?" Bex asked timidly behind me.

"Not a single word about this to anyone." I started packing up. "I won't be at lunch, so don't bother waiting for me. I have some make up work to do."

With that, I walked to the door, pausing to take a deep breath.

Now, time to act like everything is perfect.

Macey POV.

I stomped out of the bathroom, calling Nick.

"Hello?" he answered. His voice was raspy, pained and dead sexy.

"Hi, it's Macey." I heard him sigh on the other line, but I thought nothing of it. "How are you?"

"Fuck off, Macey," he said.

"I was just calling to see if you were okay!"

"Well, I'm not! I fucking ruined it!" he yelled. A crash was heard in the background.

"I'm sorry." Actually I was lying. I wasn't exactly sorry, but I wasn't not sorry, if that makes any sense.

"No you're not," he hissed. He knew me too well. I wasn't the type to be sorry by someone's misery. Cammie was, and Cammie was who he wanted.

"Don't call me again, got it? We are done, I want nothing to do with you, you bitch," he screamed. Glass shattered before the line went dead.

I urged myself not to cry. Macey McHenry was not the type of girl to cry, especially over a guy. Cammie was, and Cammie was who he wanted.

I ran down the halls, searching for an empty class room to be alone in.

I finally found one and raced through the door, only to find that it wasn't completely empty. A boy was sitting in here, looking up as I entered. He stood up when he saw what state it was in.

"Macey?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, no. I wasn't the type to act perfectly fine when I was upset. Cammie was, and Cammie was who he wanted.

The stranger engulfed me in a hug, letting me cry on his shoulder.

Cammie POV.

I hadn't spoken to Nick in five days.

I hadn't spoken to Macey in four.

I spent my time divided either with Bex and Liz or the Goode's.

I really loved spending my time with them- they were a true family. They cared about one another, and it fascinated me.

Morgan and her fiancée were still in town. They would stay until their wedding in two weeks, in fact. I was invited and I couldn't wait.

But the best news?

Remi woke up two days ago.

We were ecstatic upon hearing the great update. As we all eagerly hugged one another, I had actually felt like I was a part of their family. I loved that feeling.

"I'm going to make dinner," Catherine announced, snapping me out of my thoughts. She stood up from the couch we were seated on, all watching TV.

"No, Mom. Sit down and relax. Remi, Cammie and I will do it for you," Morgan said, looking at me for confirmation.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Rem, come on. Let's go make food."

I looked down at her. She was curled up with her sleeping cat right next to me. "Can Suzie come?" she asked.

I nodded and sat up from my very comfortable position. I was basically sitting on Zach's lap. I stood up, feeling a cold rush of air from not having Zach's warmness by my side.

I looked back down at Remi and Zach. She stood up as well as her boy cat that she named Suzie.

Zach frowned. "And now, I'm cold."

I rolled my eyes and followed them into the kitchen.

"What are we making?" I asked.

"Chicken casserole," Morgan said in a fake British accent. We were sort of weird when it came to talking- that's how communicated to one other.

"Okay," I replied in the same accent.

"Remi, get me 2 eggs," Morgan said, reading off the instructions from a cook book.

Once we gathered all the ingredients, I started to cook the chicken.

I heard the sliding wooden doors being opened, indicating that someone was entering the kitchen.

"Who's that?" I asked, still using my British accent.

"Are you making fun of me?"

I turned around. It was Andy.

"Oh, no. I didn't even know it was you," I quickly said, scared that I offended him.

He laughed. "I'm kidding with you."

I breathed out in relief.

"What's up babe?" Morgan asked.

"Nothing," he answered, walking to the fridge and getting a bottle of water. The kitten meowed loudly.

"Suzie," Remi scolded. "Hush."

I chuckled. "I can't believe that you named your boy cat, Suzie.

She rolled her eyes and counted the silverware one more time.

I walked closer to her and poked her sides. "Don't roll your eyes at me little girl."

She smiled." Or what?"

"Or...the tickle monster will come!" I shrieked.

She screamed and raced out of the kitchen, me hot on her tail.

"AHHHH! Zachy! Help!"

"What?" he called. He walked out into the hall and smile once he realized what was going on.

"Ahh!"

"Don't worry, little sister. I'll save you!" He placed his fists on his hips, puffing out his chest before chasing after me.

"No!" I ran in the opposite direction.

When I heard Zach snickering behind me, I knew that I didn't stand a chance.

Finally, I felt him slide his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"No!" I yelped. "Put me down!"

"Never!" His grip tightened on my waist.

"Zachary," his father warned.

"What?" Zach stopped. "She's having fun! Aren't you?"

I stayed quiet.

He tickled my side, causing me to giggle.

"See, it's a blast," he called out again and continued to run through the house.

"Put me down before I pass out!" I demand, but I'm still giggling like crazy.

"Ugh!" he complained. "Fine!"

"Thank you," I breathed, trying to regain my balance.

But, I ended up falling back into Zach.

"Whoa, Gallagher Girl. You might want to try to contain yourself." He smirked.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," I stated, walking away. He grabbed my wrist and spun me back into his chest. Before I could object he kissed me.

It was a lot like our first kiss, the kiss that Josh dared us to do. It was passionate yet sweet. It wasn't one of those kisses were you basically eat each other's faces but it was pretty damn close-with his hands on my lower back and mine on his neck.

"Get a room," Remi criticized.

Before we could retort we were called for dinner.

Catherine POV.

I smiled as Cammie and Zach walked into the dining room, hand in hand.

I'm so glad that she is here. I'm so glad that she is dating my son. She makes him a lot happier.

He didn't want to move here, leave his friends. I was glad we did though. I hated Zach's old friends- they were bad kids.

So when he came home on his first day, saying that he met friends and a girl, I was very suspicious, given his last choosing in friends.

I never met the rest of his friends, only Cam. But, if they were anything like her, I would love them.

I love Cammie. She was the type of girl who every mother wanted her son to bring back home with. When he told me that they were dating I was overjoyed.

I knew that Cammie didn't have a lot of family, with her dad possibly dead and her mom not caring about her. I wanted her to feel welcome here, at any time.

I wanted her to be like my third daughter.

Cammie POV.

After dinner, we all went down stairs to watch some movies, a small intermission after the first one was over.

"Do you want something else to wear?" Zach asked, gesturing to my school clothes and how everyone else was in comfy clothes-lounge wear, as I like to call it.

"If you don't mind?" I smiled.

We went upstairs where he gave me one of his t-shirts. "I'll go see if Morgs has some pants or something."

He pecked me on the cheek before leaving me in his room to change into his oversized shirt.

It was huge, the sleeves reached my elbows and it stopped about mid-thigh. It smelt just like him and instantly made me feel safe. Morgan lent me a pair a running shorts that you couldn't see because the shirt was covering them.

We put in another movie. I think I feel asleep somewhere in the middle of it, curled up in Zach's arms with a blanket.

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