I feel really bad you guys, I forgot the shout outs! So sorry. So very, very sorry. I'll give out the shout outs at the bottom of this chapter, but until then, enjoy! And also VERY sorry for confusing a lot of you, but I promise, everything will make sense soon. But I have to spread out the explanations through a couple chapters. But I PROMISE it'll make sense. You'll have to wait a bit, though.

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"Where did you go?" Zach demanded to know as soon as I walked into his house at 8:02. I shrugged. "Kaery. And no, I didn't die. You know you have to be drunk or the sky has to be raining to die on that road." He scoffed. "It's too easy to get hurt on Kaery." I rolled my eyes and walked towards his dining table where a plate of food had been set for me. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me to face him. "Cam... I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt. I really don't." I pulled away from his grip and shot back bitterly, "Why would you care? You don't know me."

His arms fell and hung limply at his sides, and his green eyes connected with my blue ones as he whispered, "I know more about you than you night know."

My breath caught in my throat but I hid my surprise and sat down at the table to eat, Zach standing awkwardly behind me. I could feel the tension that was surrounding us, and I could tell he was preparing to say something but never got the nerve to say it. "Um... Bailey saw the letter and said we were excused..." He trailed off, and I knew he wanted to say more. "Cammie-"

"Let's go to school. Wouldn't want to miss first period," I said, interrupting him and grabbing my bag. He nodded and drove us to GAI.

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"Trust is quite a different thing from love. You can love someone, yet not trust them. And you can trust someone, yet not love them. The two have easily been mixed up before, but are to never be put together unless something absolutely extraordinary happens.

What is true love? True love is rare, it is when you love someone and you trust them. And to encounter true love, you need to tempt fate and fate alone. You cannot create true love."

Stupid poems we had to read in SocStuEng. Abby got a boyfriend. And so she was making us learn about love. So today, we were learning about true love. Her boyfriend, Edward Townsend, was standing next to her, arms crossed and a smile grazing his lips as he said, "You cannot," in a heavy British accent.

"Zach..." I whispered to the student sitting next to me while everyone else was reading the love poems.

"Yeah?"

"How did this happen?" Zach rolled his eyes, and grabbed a piece of paper out from his binder and scribbling on it before handing it to me.

Abby went to England last year. That's where she met Townsend, he was her tour guide. They apparently liked each other, but never got each others contact info before Abby left. Then he came here last week because of a job move or whatever. He found out where Abby was, visited her after school one day, and the two started going out. He doesn't drop by class often, only when Abby asks him to, which is only a few times each month. Bailey doesn't mind because he's a friend of my uncle, so he could actually come here whenever he wanted, the paper said in Zach's familiar scrawl. I sighed and wrote down at the bottom, And this means? before handing it back to him.

It means that we are going to be talking about love quite often in English.

Oh, how fun.

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"So you guys are cool now?" Macey asked, pushing her salad around on her plate with a fork during lunch. I glanced at Bex and we nodded simultaneously. "Yeah." Macey raised an eyebrow. "And you and Zach?" I tilted my head to the side, looking at the boy next to me. "I don't know... He still hasn't apologized..."

Zach looked up from his food. "What?" He asked, mouth full of burger, and tiny bits of food hit my face. "Eww! Zach, shut your mouth and don't talk with your mouth full," I said, wiping my face clean with his shirt. He chewed and swallowed. "Sorry Gallagher Girl." Macey nodded. "Okay, good." Zach smirked. "No, it's Goode."

We all groaned at his last name pun.

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"Can I talk to you, Gallagher Girl?"

Bailey was out shopping, Grant was at the park with Bex, and Zach was knocking on my door.

"Yeah, what is it?" He opened the door and walked in, lying down on the guest bed beside me. "Um... So, I was thinking. We do a collab and stuff. And... Some commenter wanted me to do one about... What was it? Depression."

My eyes had been closed, but they shot open when he said the word. I remembered my cover and pretended like I knew close to nothing about the thing. "Depression? Okay, sure," I said. I looked at him. "Do you want to film now?" He shrugged. "Probably not now. We should probably do some research about it, find someone with depression. Do you know any?" I shook my head and looked at him curiously. "You?" He hesitated before nodding. "Who?"

"Bailey."

He sat up, and I arranged the pillows behind us so we were sitting next to each other.

"She was good at hiding it. I didn't even know she had depression until last year. When I was visiting.

She had a boyfriend at the time, his name was Alex. She really liked him, but I just always had this off feeling about him, you know?

Turns out I was right. He was abusing her. He made her feel worthless, and I hate him so much for that. Sometimes she wouldn't return my calls, wouldn't reply back to certain emails. I visited her the month before I found out, and she was so unresponsive. Whenever I tried to talk to her, she acted like she didn't hear me or just didn't listen. And Alex was always with her. I was there for a week, and she never spent one full day with me.

I visited her again the next month, without her knowing. Alex was in her house, and I went into the house and hid right next to her bedroom door. I grabbed my phone and started recording, I knew if something bad was happening I would need evidence. She was screaming, crying. And he kept saying how it was all for her own good and that he would make her feel better in the end. I didn't look inside, I was too scared to. But I heard him slap her, more than ten times, I know. I was so scared. When I heard his footsteps get closer to the door, I panicked and ran to the nearby closet, barely being able to hide in time. I saw him walk out, shaking his hand. Once I made sure he had driven away, I ran into Bailey's room. She was bruised and battered everywhere, and she was unconscious. I called 911 and showed them the recording, and they arrested Alex. I stayed with Bailey for that summer, making up some much needed brother sister time.

Alex escaped from jail. And he went to our house. He found Bailey and was yelling at her. He told her to just go and die. He told her she messed the world up. I called 911 again, the police took him into custody and had him under close watch. I was leaving my room when I walked by her door and saw her holding a gun. I didn't even know she owned a gun until then. She pressed it to her temple, and I screamed and ran towards her, pushing her down.

The gun went off, and it shot me in the chest. I still have the scar. I was lucky, the doctors said. They told me the gunshot missed all major organs, and it got dangerously close to my heart."

Zach lifted his shirt up a bit and there was a huge scar. I reached out and traced the skin with my finger, in some sort of trance, until convincing myself to pull away. He pulled his shirt back down and continued.

"Bailey told me everything while I was in the hospital. About her depression. And she wouldn't stop apologizing. For shooting me. For hurting me.

She hasn't attempted suicide since, and I know it's because she doesn't want to risk hurting me or anyone else she loves ever again. Since then I've been willing to help anyone with depression. I can't help thinking that there are countless others that I couldn't save from suicide and... I don't know. But I wanted to be a hero. To those people, and Bailey. If I was able to stop one person from committing suicide, then I should be able to save others, right?"

My mind had countless questions for him, none of which I voiced aloud.

Did you know I was attempting suicide when I had the pills?

Do you know that I have suicidal thoughts and depression?

Do you care about me?

I needed answers from the smirking boy himself. But if he had grown up with an actress, he was bound to pick up some acting skills himself. I knew Grant had, without trying to. He could lie more easily now. Maybe Zach could, too.

Maybe he knew. About me. Or maybe he didn't.

"I'm so sorry," I said, feigning shock. But within every lie, there's always a little truth. I was shocked. Bailey was depressed, too.

And for the first time, I had found someone-

That was a little bit like me.

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BAILEY HAS DEPRESSION. So that's why Zach was muttering to himself in the last chapter about how he doesn't want Cammie's depression to get worse. Because he knows that if you've been hurt it can make things worse than they already are. He wants to help her. So he's still a technical good(e) guy. And shout outs to...

Sunniva Steiner, HiItsMe, zammie01, Wordmeister259, we-all-change, Believe514, Athenadaughter6, greeneyedsmirker, SummerTime15, Kayla, guest, a fan, and foodislifeyo! And before I forget, RFRF! Thanks for all your kind words, guys!