Chapter Three: Since When Do YOU Go To Blackthorne
I dabbed at a cut that I created, my eyes begging him to talk to me.
We were in the infirmary. The nurse was on break so I had to take care of Zach, but he'd been ignoring me since we got in the building.
"Zach? Zach, please." I begged as I put the bandage on the last cut on his side, involuntarily noticing his 8-pack.
He turned his head away, his green eyes unreadable.
"Blackthorne Boy? Zach? Zachary? Zachy? Zachy Poo? Blackthorne Boy? Please talk to me Zach. Please." My eyes watered.
I really was sorry. My anger had just got the best of me. I really had missed him. He was all I thought about for God's sake! All I had wanted for three months was to see him again, and now that I had, it was great. But what was it worth if he was ignoring me?
He finally turned to me and, noticing my upcoming tears, he softened.
Before I even knew what was happening, I was backed onto the hospital bed he'd been sitting on, my arms pinned above my head, his lean figure on top of mine.
Zach stared deeply into my eyes, his warm minty breath tickling my lips as he pleaded to me. "Don't cry, Gallagher Girl. I'll talk to you again, just...Don't cry. Please?"
I fought off my tears and smiled a bit, nodding.
"And don't call me Zachy or Zachy Poo. Just don't."
I giggled a little and for the first time that day I saw a smirk stretch across his face.
"Now, when you were done pummeling me, you said something along the lines of, 'I missed you so much, you're so amazing, kiss me again'." He joked, his smirk widening.
Laughing, I shook my head at him. "Where'd you get that from? It was more like, 'I missed you but I hate you for leaving me sad and alone for three months'."
"Oh, really? You were sad and alone without me, huh?" He leaned closer, brushing his lips against mine.
But I wasn't going to lose this one. "Is that what I said? Sorry, I meant I was having fun at the lake with my friends and the fair with my family."
"That's too bad. Because I missed you." He murmured, kissing my neck.
"You did?" I asked, honestly surprised, trying to ignore the sensation I felt at his kisses.
"Of course. I was dying without hearing the sound of your voice."
My heart melted.
"Zach?"
"Hmm?" He responded, kissing my collar bone once more before looking into my eyes.
"Kiss me. Like, now." I begged.
Zach smirked, bringing his lips to mine as his hands released my arms and came to rest on my hips. My fingers threaded through his hair and his tongue traced a line on my lip, asking for entry which I gladly gave. He moaned as I pressed my lips harder to his, pulling on his hair and tangling my legs with his.
But then-
"Whoa! PG here kids!"
Zach and I broke away from each other immediately, turning towards the door.
Standing there was the guy I remembered to be Grant from when Zach had pointed him out at the party.
"Hey..." Zach said awkwardly while I just blushed and looked down.
"So, I'm guessing this is the girl you won't shut up about?" Grant asked, grinning at Zach.
My head snapped up at that and I looked at him. "Are you for real?" He didn't answer but instead rubbed the back of his neck nervously like all guys do.
"Yep. You must me Cammie. I'm Grant, the best friend and roommate." Grant held his hand out to me and I shook it, smiling at him.
"Anyway," Zach drew put the word. "Why are you here again, Grant?"
"Oh. Right. Dinner is in an hour. Just warning you because Soloman will kill you if you're late." He answered.
I perked up again. "Joe's here? I almost forgot he was teaching at Blackthorne."
Grant stared at me, eyes wide. "Who are you and why the hell did you just call Mr. Soloman 'Joe'? Do you have a death wish?"
Rolling my eyes, I pushed myself up off of the bed to stand. "I'm his goddaughter, idiot."
"Oh." He stated simply.
"Anyway, I'm going to change before dinner because I really hate this outfit." I tugged at my crop top.
"Really? I like it actually..." Zach murmured in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap.
"And that's my cue to leave. Bye, see you at dinner." With that, Grant left.
Zach and I made out for a couple more minutes before I pushed myself away from him, saying I'd see him later, ignoring his protests.
Getting to the room my friends and I were assigned, I found Macey, Bex and Liz already unpacked and preparing for dinner.
I walked in, a dreamy smile on my face as I plopped down on my bed, giggling a little.
They stared at me until Bex spoke.
"I can't tell what's scarier. Depressed Cammie or Love Struck Cammie." She said, eyeing me warily as she opened a lipstick.
Deciding not to acknowledge the statement, I opened my suitcase and picked out an outfit.
I wore light ripped jeans with a fitted red tank that I tucked in and a black long sleeved fishnet top over it. I styled my hair in waves and tucked the front two pieces behind my ears. For make-up I just did concealer, eyeliner and lipstick, not caring much.
I put on some earrings and Zach's bracelt with my military boots before walking down to dinner with the girls at my side.
We were soon joined by the rest of the Gallagher Girls. We all held hands as we opened the doors to the Great Hall, our sisterhood forever standing. Every head in the room turned and we smiled at the gaping boys. I don't know why they were surprised. They'd already seen us. The juniors had anyway.
Looking around, I spotted just the person I wanted to see. I dropped Bex and Liz's hands and ran towards the teachers table.
Slipping into the shadows, when he least expected it, I jumped onto his back and wrapped my hands around his neck. "Why, I think I've seen this guy before. Maybe once or twice. I think he took me to the fair once."
Everyone in the large room was watching me as if I was crazy. Except my mom and the Gallagher Girls of course.
Joe jumped and nearly screamed, causing me to laugh. "Jesus, Chameleon. Can you not give me a heart attack?"
I shook my head. "Nope. And its been three years. Do I not get a hug?" I made a pouty face.
"You are literally on my back right now." He argued, looking up at me.
"Right." I got down and he hugged me.
After a little catch up with Joe, I looked around until I saw Zach.
He smirked and waved me over. "Gallagher Girl!"
Smiling, I ran over and sat next to him but as soon as I did he pulled me onto his lap. I rolled my eyes but didn't protest.
"Here you two are. Looking all loved up and cute. Cuddling at a dinner table. You're so sweet it's disgusting. I want sweet and disgusting." Macey whined from in front of us where she was sitting next to...Nick?
Nick leaned near her and put his arm on the table, a slow grin stretching across his face. "Why don't I show you a good time then? Tonight. 11th year lounge."
She glanced at him and smiled, inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. "I'm busy, but maybe some other time, yeah?" With that, she turned to talk to Liz.
I could see Bex flirting with Grant out the corner of my eye, Macey was still playing hard to get with Nick and Liz and who Zach told me was Jonas were talking about...biology?
I really have no idea.
Zach and I were talking about anything and everything as I ate some things off of his plate, his arm around my waist, me still on his lap.
At one point, I leaned over to grab a piece of his roll, but his voice stopped me.
"Is that my bracelet?"
I lifted my wrist and ran my finger over the Z. "Yeah. I forgot I had it on."
He looked at me, a smile, not a smirk, tugging on his lips. "You actually wore it?"
I nodded, smiling as well. "Of course I wore it. But I guess I should give it back to you now." I slid it off and held it out to him.
Zach shook his head, wrapping it back around my wrist. "No. Keep it. It looks better on you anyway."
A blush crept up my cheeks, and I looked at him through my curtain of hair. "Are you sure?"
He tucked my long hair behind my ear, away from my eyes, and fully smiled. "Yes, Cam."
And with that, he pressed his lips to mine.
I moulded my lips with his, allowing him entrance as my arms snaked around his neck. One of his hands tangled into my hair as tugged on his curls.
"Hey." Someone kicked us under the table and we pulled away from each other, turning to Bex.
"Uh, ow." We said at the same time.
Zach rubbed my leg where she'd kicked me. Aw, he's so sweet...NOT THE TIME CAMMIE!
We raised our eyebrows at my friend.
Bex just shook her head at us, smiling. "No one wants to see your PDA. Especially not when we're eating."
"She's right. Besides, didn't you two get enough of each other in the infirmry?" Grant remarked, causing Macey, Bex, Liz, Nick and Jonas to look at us.
"What?" We asked, again in union.
That was becoming a habit.
Macey shook her head. "It's crazy, Cam, how you went from being depressed to completely euphoric."
I shrugged, leaning on Zach more. His arms tightened around my waist and I smiled at him.
But before things could go too far, my mom walked up to the podium with Dr. Steve, Blackthorne's headmaster.
"Excuse us, students. We'd hate to interrupt your..." Mom paused and glanced at me and Zach, sending me a knowing look that brought on a blush. (I still didn't get off of Zach though.) "Meal." She infasized. "But Dr. Steve and I have decided that it would be great for one of the Gallagher attendees to put on a little...show, you can say. So, would the top of our junior class, my daughter, Cammie Morgan, please come up to the stage."
Zach smirked before releasing me. "I finally get to hear you sing, I'm gonna enjoy this."
I smiled and pushed his head down with my hand as I stood. "Oh, shut up."
Walking up to the stage, Mom met me at the speakers.
"So," She started. "I see you're getting quite cozy with the Goode boy. Wanna tell me how that happened?"
"Mom!" I hissed as I scrolled through my playlist to pick a song.
"I just wanna know how my innocent little Cameron got a boyfriend." She defended, hooking up the plug to the microphone.
"He's not my boyfriend." I mumbled, avoiding her eyes.
Mom looked at me pointedly.
"At least not officially anyway." I blurted.
"I knew it." She snapped her fingers.
I basically fessed up after that. "And we met over the summer."
"Good to know."
That's when I looked over at her, and she tapped a small microphone that was attached to her ear.
Everyone just heard that.
"Mom!" I yelled.
She just laughed, wished me luck and walked off the stage.
Fighting off the blush that crept up my cheeks, I picked a song and walked over to the microphone.
Clearing my throat, the music started of Lightning by Little Mix to play and I sang.
I'd cross a desert and an ocean
To get away from the pain of your storm
I chased the sun light, been running from your shadow
So that I could heal and I didn't feel
That zig-zag shooting through my heart
That zig-zag hit me like a dart
Electricity, electricity
Oh, this love's tearing me apart
I been running like the light from the dark
Electricity keeps on hitting me
Oh, lightning strikes twice
And it burns like ice
I wish I didn't love you again
Lightning strikes twice
And it burns so nice
I wish I didn't love you,
But I do
But I do
Those eyes, one look and I'm enchanted
Your voice a serenade, and it sings to my heart
One kiss, turned the skies to gray
I'll never get away, no shelter from the rain, oh
That zig-zag shooting through my heart
That zig-zag hit me like a dart
Electricity, electricity
Oh, this love's tearing me apart
I been running like the light from the dark
Electricity keeps on hitting me yeah
Oh, lightning strikes twice
And it burns like ice
I wish I didn't love you again
Oh, lightning strikes twice
And it burns so nice
I wish I didn't love you,
But I do
But I do
O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
Vita detestabilis
Every time that I hear your name, oh
Baby, you're the pleasure, the pain
Oh, lightning strikes twice
And it burns like ice
I wish I didn't love you again,
But I do
But I do
O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
Vita detestabilis
But I do
The vocals in that song are super hard, and I had only recently learned how to perfect them, so when I sang the last note, everyone erupted into cheers and cat calls and whistles.
Smiling, I walked back to the table with Zach and I's friends.
Zach wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me, but not nearly as or long intense as the others. "That was amazing, Gallagher Girl."
I smiled as we sat down and he pulled me onto his lap. "Thanks."
"No, really. You're awesome."
I just blushed and tried not to show my embarrassment.
He gives me way too much credit.
But I actually think he's kind of sweet.
Looking up, I peeked at him through my curtain of hair as he laughed at another one of Nick's attempts to get Macey.
Yeah, definitely sweet.
We were all walking back to our rooms after dinner.
The others were ahead of Zach and I by at least 10 feet.
He had said something stupid, and, whilst trying not to laugh, I sped up my walking pace and left him behind.
But before I knew it, he was running up behind me and picking me up bridal style, spinning me around.
I laughed uncontrollably as he did, my arms around his neck.
"Cammie."
The voice stopped us, and we turned.
The others were far ahead now, but the person in front of us was far more shocking.
"Josh?!" I exclaimed, smiling.
Zach put me down and I wrapped Josh in a hug.
"Since when do you go to Blackthrone?" I asked him, hands on my hips.
"Since I left Roseville." He smiled at me.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise then."
"You know him, Gallagher Girl?" Zach came up next to me.
"What? Of course! Josh was one of my townie friends back in Roseville but he moved a couple years ago." I told him, leaning into him as his arm came to rest around my shoulders.
"Cool. Josh is one of my close buddies here in Maine." He smirked and ruffled Josh's hair.
Josh laughed and tried to fix his mop of brown hair.
"Hey, we were gonna hang out with everyone else back at our room. Wanna come?" Zacha asked him.
He shook his head. "No, no. It's fine. Still got some stuff to do before school starts in the next couple days but thanks."
"Maybe next time, yeah?" I asked, blowing my hair from my face.
He smiled. "Yeah."
"Well, see you around?" Zach asked.
"See you." He held up a peace sign as we walked away.
Zach lifted me up and spun me around again, the sound of my laughs filling the corridor.
