Wake Up Zachy: A One-Shot Series
Chapter 29
Waiting
Dedicated To: Thanksgiving!
Background: After book two when Zach left Cammie with a kiss.
3rd Person POV
The night was black as she sat on the cold stone. The darkness ran through her like it was imbedded in her blood. She looked out into the dark grounds picture the sun, and girls laughing along the lake.
But she couldn't. All she could think of was pain.
He had left, without so much as a goodbye, at least not a proper one. He'd kissed her and informally said he would be back. But of course, he was too good to say if he was coming back or not.
So there she sat. Cold and in pain.
She didn't even notice the tears running down her face until he spoke.
"Cam, I can't watch you stay this way." Mr. Solomon spoke into the night. "He's not worth it."
She took a long time to respond, "He is to me."
"Fine. Maybe he is, but I'm sure he isn't worth sitting here. I know Zach, Cam. None of this surprises me. I'm not saying it shouldn't hurt, but you shouldn't wait for him; he'll only disappoint." Joe said walking out.
She sat there for a while longer, letting his words sink in. She had hope for one she'd have something, someone to be thankful for this Thanksgiving but maybe she wouldn't.
Zach had implied he'd back, isn't that enough to hope on? Maybe not . . . Cammie wasn't really sure anymore.
Zachary Goode sat, waiting, hoping the rain would hold of long enough to let him see her.
It wasn't the first time he had been back, but he was hoping it would be the first time she would know he was back; he'd been too chicken before.
The wood was cold under his hand as he twisted and pushed, the wall caving in before him. His feet were quite on the hard wood as he walking his way to where he knew she sat.
Cold nipped at his skin, but he radiated warmth. Smirk on his face he turned the corner and allowed his foot to creak.
"Getting sloppy are we?" Her voiced called out mockingly, but he could her pain in her voice. He didn't respond. "Silent treatmeant? Just because I didn't agree with you doesn't mean you need to act like a five year old." She waited but he still said nothing. "Look, if he doesn't come tomorrow, I'll move on. I'll stop waiting. I promise, but just one more night." She said softly.
"And what are you talking about?" his voice cut through the air. Cammie spun around, standing up from her spot and taking in the boy in front of her.
Or should she say man?
His large shoulders seemed even broader and she could have sworn he gotten taller. His eyes were as green as always, twinkling with mischief as she took him in. His dark hair was messed up in all the right places, and he looked to have gotten stronger.
"Zach?" he voice called out, happiness seeping out.
"That's my name," he smirked and in an instant she was in his arms, crying into his chest. "Cam," he lifted her chin with his finger, "I'm sorry I took so long." And he pressed his lips to hers, savoring the feeling he'd missed so much.
Both of them being off in their own little world didn't hear the sniffle coming from the woman watching as if it was a chessy romantic comedy.
She thought of the man she was waiting for, although she knew he'd never be home.
And they certainly didn't hear her roommates scream and giggle in delight as the watching from a bug they had placed after Solomon told them what Cammie had been up to since last year.
But inside them, Zach was enjoying this feeling, whatever it was called, and Cammie was thanking the Lord that at least one man came back to her.
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!
Also, someone (A guest) said they didn't like how I displayed Zach in the last one-shot and said I should never do it again because he wasn't like that. What do you guys think? I love Zach and I meant him no harm, it was just what my fingers typed . . .
I hoped you liked it. Let me know?
-Love, Katie
