A/N Thanks to my awesome reviewers! iCookies to you! Hmm..maybe I should invent that...You guys would totally help me, right? Anyway, remember, I aim for thirty chapters in this story, and I think I can actually keep my commitment this time! I do want a happy ending, but I will have to make some sacrifices...

Shout-outs to

Zachandhale~ Oh yeah Christina is incredible! I'd say she and Katherine are the funniest...And Dani also...I just love them all. MADE IN AMERICA! *sighs happily*I MET THEM WHEN THEY CAME TO CHICAGO IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY! Dani is totally really cool!

Fangirl4eva- Cimorelli is a band of six sisters whose last name is Cimorelli, hence the band name. There names are Christina, Katherine, Lisa, Dani, Amy and Lauren. They do INCREDIBLE covers! I suggest you listen to them...

XxCandyGirlxX~ Yeah, I kinda hated Lauren when she did that to Cam. But like Lauren explained...she was...er...raped...sort of...

my-nose-is-in-a-book~ You know that's my specialty! Don't worry, more will be revealed...In the end I plan to make them all friends...but it will take sacrifices...Oopsy daisy! Didn't mean to say that!

Remember, 100th reviewer gets a sneak peak to the next three chapters! And if 100th is a Guest, then the next reviewer after the Guest that is a member...

~Alex/Abby/Ale/Alexandra/1/2 of I. Spy. Smore. And. Cookie (remove the spaces)

TWO DAYS LATER

Zach POV

"Come on, Gallagher Girl, admit it!" I said, cornering her in her suite, which was currently empty.

"No!" she replied, backing against the wall, her arms crossed against her stomach. And no, I wasn't trying to rape her. She wouldn't admit she was ticklish, so I had to tickle her to make her admit it.

"Fine. Then I guess we have to do this the hard way." I told her, then proceeded to pick her up bridal style, then throw her down onto the bed and start tickling her everywhere.

"Zach!" shrieked Cammie as she rolled around, trying to get out of my grip. Trying, being the key word.

"That's the name, sweetie," I said, stroking her dishwater blond hair. Cammie didn't say anything, just lay her head down on my lap, her eyes closed, and her hair splayed out all over me.

Trust me when I say I wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

"Hey, Zach," started Cammie. "Do you think Lauren is going to...you know...ruin my life because I told Oscar that she was cheating on him?"

"She won't ruin your life," I said, continuing to stroke her hair, but by then, my lips were an inch from her ear, "I'll make sure she doesn't, okay, Gallagher Girl?"

She smiled one of her beautiful smiles "Thanks, Zach."

"That's what I'm here for," I said, kissing her. It felt so strange to care about someone this much, considering in my childhood I was never really cared for. In fact, I was anything but loved and cared for.

My father would come home from the bar, drunk and hit me senseless. Then my mother would try to stop that, and he'd hit her even harder. My father threatened my mother that if she told the police, he would kill my mother and me.

And my mother obviously didn't want that to happen. But, eventually, the government found out. And my father thought my mother had ratted him out.

So he hurt her so bad, she was currently in an insane asylum. And he was sentenced to 40 years of jail. Right now, my aunt and uncle took care of me, and they did love me.

Ever since Aunt Kayla found out she and my Uncle Robert couldn't have kids, they treated me like their kid. But they knew, eventually, that if, and when, my mother was better, they would give me back to her.

Truth was, I didn't want to go back with my mother. There was a very slim chance she would ever get out of the asylum. Ever. I was already sixteen, and I planned to living in my own apartment, or having a dorm in college. Cammie told me she wanted to study interior design. I had no idea why, but if that's what she wanted I wouldn't stop her.

I personally wanted to go to Brooklyn College (I already wrote the first chapter of the sequel...And this plays a large part in it!). Personally, I had wanted to go to Harvard, but because of my father's crimes, they would think I'm like that. Which I'm not. So Brooklyn, which was like 'the poor man's Harvard' as they said, would be a much better option for me.

"Zach?" said a soft voice, jerking me back to reality.

"Yeah, sweetie?" I replied, and was pleased to see the light color that appeared on her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft, yet sounding concerned.

I smiled and stroked her hair. Cammie was the only person at this school that knew I had been abused in my childhood. She found out purely by accident one day when she walked into my room, asking for homework help, and caught me as I was about to put on my shirt.

She had seen my cuts and bruises, some that would never fade. When she saw them, I didn't yell at her to go away, or any of the other things I would have yelled had it been anyone else.

Instead I let her hug me and say she was sorry for that. And that was the best cure of all.

"I'm fine, Gallagher Girl," I told her, still stroking her soft hair.

"Good. We don't want little Zachy upset," she teased, and I leaned down, my face an inch away from hers and said in a seductive tone, "Yeah, because you wouldn't like the consequences. In fact, you'd love them," I hinted, although I had no thought of doing that with her for quite a while.

My reward was seeing her blush crimson again, but then she smiled and sat up, "I know a way to make little Zachy feel better," she said, then proceeded to kiss me.

Well that was something new. Usually, I was the one who kissed her all the time. And I meant, all the time.

"Oh, that definitely made little Zachy feel better," I concluded, smirking.

"My intention."

"Good."

Bex POV (Surprise!)

"Dang, Grant if you keep that up, Madame Dabney will kill us," I said, groaning as he gave me a hickey. Yes, a hickey. As in, what Zach had given Cammie.

"You're starting to sound like Cammie," said Grant. "Zach told us when he gave her the hickey she freaked about Madame Dabney."

I groaned again. "I take that as a compliment. Cammie's awesome," I countered.

"Anyways, back to our other subject," he said, and started kissing me again.

"Why are you out to kill me?" I murmured, closing my eyes.

He gasped, but fake of course. "We wouldn't what my little British Bombshell dying, right? Then no one would kiss me!"

"Damn right you are. No one would kiss you," I said. Normally, I would have gotten a bit mad at him calling me his 'little' British Bombshell. Right now, though, I was perfectly comfortable where I was.

"I love you, Bex."

I froze. Did I imagine that? I imagined him saying he loved me!

"Bex?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you love me back?" he asked. Okay, so I didn't imagine it. He said he loves me, he said he loves me, he said he loves me.

My heart was beating incredibly fast as I said "I love you too, Grant"

A/N Cliffie! Anyways, scratch what I said about the one hundredth reviewer getting a sneak peek to the next three chapter. One hundredth reviewer gets the ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE SEQUEL! So, review! Yes, I have the first chapter ready, but obviously I'm not publishing this until this story is done. Which will be in about ten or so chapters. Btw, if 100th reviewer is a GUEST, the next reviewer that is a MEMBER of Fan Fiction will get the sneak peak. So I suggest using your accounts! But if you have an account and just aren't logged in, tell me, and I'll send you the sneak peek through PM

~Alex