Hey. So. Ready to, like, wet yourself out of astonishment? Too bad. No surprises yet.
I'll get there…But in the meantime…..can you guys try to make me laugh? Let's just see who can make me laugh first. You'll get a shout out. Cammie and Jordan will be the couple in this story guys, sorry! I've been trying to keep everyone happy…but that ain't workin'…
My goal is to write a story for each of my top favorite books! So one (in this case, two) for Gallagher Girls, for Maximum Ride (I HATE the one I have), and one for Percy Jackson. Oh, how I ~love~ Percy and Fang….
I'll be writing a lot cause I'm sick . Just today, though. So, many chapters must be written, deleted, hated, loved, burned, edited, beta read, eaten, fussed over, re-read, post-poned, re-re-read, and possibly posted. Possibly deleted.
Did you catch all that?
Comment of the week:
"If Logan Lerman is ugly, I'm a freaking cow."
"If you were British, I think you would've just SERIOUSLY insulted yourself."
~Cammie's POV~
After my mom dropped that lovely bomb I escaped (yeah, escaped) to the library.
Only to find my favoritest person in the whole world there.
Jennifer!
Whoop de do whoopers.
How mental I must seem…
Anyway.
I walk over and sit on one of the big comfy couches by the fire and curl up with a collection of Jack London's best. I turn to White Fang and start reading where I had left off.
"So, Cammie," I hear, and my stomach clenches. "What do you think of all this? New mission...threat...someone wanting you're wanna-be boyfriend?" Jen says pleasantly.
"It's...interesting. And he's not my boyfriend." I say through my teeth, but trying to not let her know she's annoying me.
She smirks slightly and leans forward some. "Hmm. And how is Jordan?" She asks, and my face shuts down.
"He's Jordan. What should he be?" I reply.
"He should be bowed to whenever spoken to, and not have to pay for cable." Jordan's voice chimes in.
Of course.
Why can't I read about mean wolves in peace?
Jordan comes over, sits down, and slings an arm around my shoulders, inviting me to lean into him. I'm not so sure about that.
"What about these new baddies that wanna play kidnapper with me?" Jordan asks.
"I'll be sure to send them my thanks when you're gone." Jen says, smiling sweetly.
"So, you're happy Jordan is being ransomed?" I clarify.
"Wow, your stupid. I'm kidding, but he is a pain."
"I'm a pain? Says the girl with the ego the size of Texas, and an annoyance factor times eighty." Jordan narrows his eyes.
"Well," Jen says briskly. "I need to go. I've got other more…important places to be." She says, standing up and looking defiant. She literally struts out of the room, letting the door slam behind her.
"Do you have and easy button on hand, Cam?" Jordan asks me cajolingly.
I lightly push his head. "Shut up."
He grins and pulls me closer to him, making me lean into his chest. He's warm and smells like pine trees and clean mountain air. A total hiker.
I blush, but try to relax.
And guess what happens next. Jordan kisses me passionately and we get married and move to Canada? No. He suddenly confesses his undying love for me? Nah.
We both turn into giant bubble blowing purple dragons? I don't think so. We hear footsteps echoing toward us, and I immediately start moving away from Jordan, but he just holds me back tighter, and I scowl at him. Which he returns with a stunning smile.
A breathless Bex runs in and raises an eyebrow at us when she takes in the situation.
"Oh. Lovebirds. Anyway, we've got a misson, and you need to get up off you're lazy bums and get to packing if you know what's good for you." She spins on her heel and starts walking away. She stomps back and yanks me away from Jordan, which makes me a little sad, and exclaims "Well come on!"
The last thing I hear before I'm dragged (literally, she has an arm and I'm on the ground) out the door is Jordan's light laughter echoing in the large space.
So, my disappointments for the day are:
Someone's trying to steal Jordan, and he is just starting to get a brain about liking someone.
Jen is being a *^$% about everything.
I think Bex dislocated my shoulder.
I never got to finish my Jack London
That's just awesome.
~Jordan's POV~
Have I ever mentioned how much I love Bex? Oh. Well, I love Bex (not like that, she would castrate me) but she's…..something else. Cammie and I were having a 'moment', I guess, whatever it is in girl talk. But can that last more than three seconds?
Pshh not in this lifetime.
Or, not in my life. I'm never that lucky.
To prove my point, Bex literally dragged Cammie away like a Nazi hostage, and ruined my happiness. And someone wants me! As a hostage. Sorry for getting you excited there.
Anyway, enough of my problems.
I get up and go back to my temporary dorm, and start throwing clothes that are clean enough into my backpack.
Until my door makes a sound no door should make, and swings wide open.
There, of course, are Cammie's roommates.
Let's all give thanks that I wasn't naked at this point in time.
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Okay. Good job, guys!
"Um, hi." Is my brilliant greeting.
"Done yet, pretty boy?" Macey asks, surveying my room casually.
Pretty boy? Pretty boy? I can't decide if I'm insulted, complemented, angry, or what.
I decide on hurt ego.
"Pretty boy? Wow, my self-confidence just took a steep dive. Thanks, Mace, really. And yeah, I'm almost ready." I say –yes, no freaking duh- sarcastically.
"What? You're pretty." She grabs a piece of my hair and fingers it, and I smack her off.
Can we say uncomfortable?
"I'm a guy! Anyway, will someone tell me what's going on? I'm lacking details."
Liz steps up. "We need to find out whose out to get us-you, I mean. We have some leads, but we're not sure. We need to break into the government archives to see what we can find. If they have anything promising, we go after it before things turn sour."
Well, okay then, Mrs. Know-it-all.
"And who all's going?" I say, challenging her.
"Glad you asked. Cammie, Bex, Macey, me, you, Jen, Zach, and…your cousin. Shawn, right? Yeah."
"Awesome." I say.
I realize Bex has just been watching me this entire exchange, which is kind of creepy.
I mean, her being Bex and all adds to it, but someone only staring at you for like seven minuets straight is down-right stalker-ish.
"Bex? Gettin a little creepy over there." I say, waving my hand in front of her face.
She growls at me (I know, growls? You can imagine how weird my life can get) and slaps my hand.
"Be good to Cammie." She says, glaring.
Oooh The Glare? Two can play at this game.
I glare right back, and look down at her. Which makes me happy, I love being taller than people. "Of course." I say, deadly calm.
"Good. We meet in Mrs. Morgan's office in twenty." She says, stalking out of the room, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Liz reaches up and pats my head like a dog, and follows her with Macey.
I roll my eyes and go to take a shower.
I shake little water droplets out of my hair. It's growing out longer, so to keep it away from my face I have to dry it upside down so it stays up. Today I don't really care, so I run a towel over it a few times and throw on a t-shirt and jeans.
Putting on shoes though, is a dilemma. I find one shoe, and the other one is hiding.
To set the record straight, I suck at hide and seek. It only works when I can hear other people breathing.
Sadly, shoes don't breathe unless you have seriously bad hygiene. Now, I could be a little cleaner, but I like an organized mess. So like a shirt on the floor here or there, unmade bed, some books spread around, some scattered papers, sticky notes on the walls, all that.
"Shoe, shoe, don't run away. Live on my foot another day." I sing softly.
I sigh. My shoe obviously doesn't appreciate my talents.
I'm halfway under the bed, and -yes!- there's my shoe, when someone walks in.
Déjà vu much?
I happily grab my shoe and crawl out from under the bed.
"So, Jordan." He says my name distastefully, like I'm the last person he'd ever want to come in contact with.
Nice.
I love how these situations throw themselves at me.
"So, Zachary." I reply. Standing up so I don't feel so stupid.
Zach sighs. "I'm sorry I've been such a jerk to you. You don't seem like a bad guy. It's just...Cammie. I feel like you're...taking her. Sorry."
I raise an eyebrow at him and sit down on the bed and start putting on my other shoe. "That would mean we're interested in a relationship." I say, raising my head to look at him.
My foot won't go into the freaking shoe. Crap.
"None of us are blind, man. We can tell whats going on. And...I still feel like Cammie should only be treated the best, because that's what she deserves."
I shove my foot into the shoe. Success. I smile triumphantly and he sends me a weird look. "So you do know what's going on?" he says to my grin.
"What? No, my shoe. I'm happy about that. Anyway, I'm clueless, which is why girls normally give up on me. And...I thought you were into the she-devil?" I say.
"Jennifer? That's pretty iffy. I care about Cam a lot though. Wait, she-devil?"
"I dated her a while back. Listen, we have to go now, so we'll finish this little chat later." I give my laces one final tug and stand up, then grab my bag and leave the room.
I hear Zach close the door and smirk, in spite of the fact that I'm going on a mission to find someone who wants to take me captive.
Fun life-threatening crap right there.
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