Here it is! The last chapter! Thank you everyone for reading! Enjoy!
- Karsen
P.S. Once again, I do not own Gallagher Girls (or Zach. Heartbreak, Heartbreak)
"Finished," Grant said, wiping the dust off of his hands. He slammed his suitcase shut. Jonas, as usual, was sitting at his computer. "Jonas," Grant called. "Time to go."
Jonas turned. "I know," he said, closing his laptop and sliding it into his backpack. He turned to me. "Ready?" he asked, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder.
I nodded. "Let's go." I grabbed my bag, and together we headed to the Grand Hall for the last time.
Dr. Steve was giving final instructions for the ride home (i.e., no trying to hijack the chopper, no making anything explode, et cetera) when Cammie appeared at the top of the staircase. She slowly made her way down, her gaze locked on me. "You're all packed," she said, looking down at my bag.
I smiled. "Yeah, we've all got baggage."
She smiled halfheartedly. She reached up, pointing to the spot on my face where the guard had punched me. "That looks bad," she told me.
I shook my head. "It isn't," I told her. "He—" I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
"Hits like a girl?" she asked, smiling.
I looked at the girl in front of me, the girl who I feared I someday would see again, with my mother. I couldn't let my mother win. "Not the girls I know," I told her.
We stood in the silence, because there didn't seem to be anything else to say. Finally she slowly turned, as Dr. Steve began corralling everyone outside. "Oh, and Cammie," I called, and she looked back. I stepped forward, and did what I'd wanted to do since I first offered her candy in the elevator in D.C. back at the beginning of the semester.
I wrapped my arms around her, dipped her, and kissed her. I didn't care that, at that point, every girl in the foyer had simultaneously gone "Awww."
I let go of Cammie, and she stared at me in disbelief. I smiled at her, and she blushed. "I always finish what I start," I told her.
"So this is goodbye?" she asked.
"Come on, Gallagher Girl," I told her, promising myself right then that I would see her again, but it would be on our terms, and not my mother's. I winked at her. "What would be the odds of that?"
I walked outside, not looking back. I had no clue if she was watching me go, or if she had walked away too. Grant was leaning against the chopper. He raised an eyebrow. "Correct me if I'm wrong, because I know my vision isn't perfect, but I could have sworn I just saw you kiss the Morgan girl."
I laughed. "Morgan?" I asked. "Cammie Morgan? Why would I be kissing her?"
"Mhm," Grant said, then winked. "Way to go, Goode," he said. Together we stepped up into the chopper.
