A/N: HI PEOPLE! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of this story. To answer a few people's questions, yes this is a real book and this will be a regularly updated story. I'm thinking of having a posting schedule, so please do review on how regularly you want this to be posted as I already have the next few chapters ready and raring to go haha. I have edited the chapters and added my own details as some of the book is REALLY cheesy and i was cringing. I'm also planning on putting my own little twist in it as well so it's kind of a mix. Also, to any readers of my other stories...I AM still carrying them on. I'm just using this story as a kind of way of saying sorry it's taking so long whilst i write up the chapters of those stories. I hope you like this chapter! Things start getting REALLY good in the next few chapters ahh i'm squealing at the Zammie! Enjoy! xx

Christmas came and went quietly. We'd never been a family to throw big celebrations for anything, especially after my dad died. Instead, my mum and I spent the morning lounging on the beach and the afternoon watching our favourite movie, Breakfast At Tiffany's. I kept checking my phone for a text from Josh. Anything. But there was nothing. Dee Dee and Bex stopped by for a few minutes to exchange gifts between visiting their families. I was glad that my mum and I never celebrated and that it was just the two of us. Watching Bex and Dee Dee rush from one house to the next for huge meals was crazy. My mum's parents died when she was only young and my dad's parents lived on a ranch all the way in Nebraska, so I didn't get to see them much.

"We'll pick you up at 7 a.m. sharp," Dee Dee said as she was leaving.

I smiled and thanked her again for the Burberry handbag she'd bought me. I hated it when she spent so much money on gifts for me because I could never even dream of being able to afford something like that for her, but she would always argue that money didn't matter. All I got her was a photo album compiled of photos collected over the years.

I wasn't looking forward to the road trip at all. A whole month with Josh. Even though I'd not seen him for a couple weeks, the pain was there. Just the thought of seeing him brought tears to my eyes. But I could never have imagined how many more tears would be shed over him. It was on the road trip when it happened. The most shocking thing. The Betrayal.

Knowing how unreliable Dee Dee and Bex were with timings, I decided I would be ready to leave at eight thirty. I still had to wait another thirty minutes for them to pick me up. It was a miracle they made it to school on time most days. Things were going okay. As good as could be expected. I was miserable whilst Josh was happy. I was moping around whilst Josh was enjoying his holiday. I was shutting myself off whilst Josh was the centre of attention. How could he not be? With his baby blue eyes and toned body and luscious…I had to stop torturing myself.

I wanted to go home but I was stuck. I didn't have a car. The freedom that I was promised with this holiday suddenly felt suffocating. I didn't feel free. I was trapped in my own hell where I had to see a smiling Josh every day. Bex at least tried to liven things up for me with her awful British karaoke skills and games of I Spy A Hot Guy whenever we drove through a town. The random and surprising texts from Zach freaking Goode distracted me sometimes. I almost dropped my phone in the ocean when he first sent me a text. Never in my mind did I think Zach would ever text me. We seemed to have the same text conversation every couple of days.

Zach: How's the douche? Are you enjoying your trip?

Me: He's great. No, I'm not.

He shocked me one afternoon with an unexpected offer.

Zach: Say the words and I'll come get you.

I really didn't understand why he would go to all that trouble to drive eight hundred kilometres to pick me up. It didn't make any sense. Something inside me screamed not to trust him. The fact he'd offered to help me get revenge on Josh out the blue was a little unsettling.

Me: What words?

I asked him whilst sunbathing on the golden sand, pretending not to watch Josh jump around in his sea green shorts as he tried to spike the volleyball over the net.

Zach: Josh is an arse. ;)

Zach's reply made me laugh out loud, which in turn made Bex and Dee Dee whip their heads around to look at me warily.

"What's so funny?" Dee Dee asked suspicious, cocking her perfectly arched blonde eyebrow in my direction, while Bex pushed herself up to look over my shoulder at my phone.

I tucked it away under my towel. "Nothing. Don't worry."

Bex didn't look convinced, but Dee Dee had lost interest and had already turned back to watch the boys playing volleyball, cheering and clapping every time Josh scored a point. It was wrong that it made me jealous hearing her cheer him on, but I couldn't help it. She was my best friend. She was meant to hate him as much as I tried to. But she didn't, and I knew that. They had been friends forever, and I could never expect her to choose between us. It still didn't stop the sting when he won the game and Dee Dee jumped out of her chair and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and squealing like she had won. That was how most days went. Everyone else enjoying themselves whilst I wallowed in my grief and considered sending the magic words to Zach. But I couldn't do it. I didn't believe Josh was an arse. How could I believe that when I still love him and hoped with all my heart that this road trip would make him see how much he missed me?

A couple of days after New Year's, I was up just after sunrise ready to hit the road and move further up the coast when my world came crashing once more. Bex was packing her things, and I loaded up her car with my stuff. Dee Dee had packed the night before and had disappeared before we even woke up, which was a huge surprise if you knew Dee Dee.

"I'm going to grab some coffee and look for Dee Dee. You want some?" I asked Bex.

"Yes. I'm dying," she said, rolling up another swimsuit to shove in her bag. How one person could make so much mess, I would never understand. It was three days after Zach had first offered to pick me up, and I was feeling a little better. I had only cried for two hours the previous night before falling asleep, which was an improvement on the previous few weeks. I had even attempted to control the bird's nest in my hair, which was almost impossible. My hair seemed to have a mind of its own when I slept.

I made it through packing without crying and even made it to the coffee shop without a single tear escaping. Things were looking up, although I still had a lump in my throat and was trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

And then I saw Josh- Well, Josh's back- leaning against the corner of the shop, and I realised something wasn't right. From that distance, I couldn't quite make our what he was doing, but I knew I didn't want to be caught alone with him. I was sure I would have had a breakdown, and I didn't want him to see me cry again. He'd seen enough of my tears. A knot formed in my stomach. I didn't want him to see me, so I approached the door of the coffee shop taking slow, deliberate steps and trying as hard as possible not to make a noise. I hoped I could slip inside and get the coffee without having to stop and speak to him. A few people exited the café and gave Josh a weird look. Some even rolled their eyes at him.

When I did reach the door, I felt my heart shatter. Time stopped. The sounds of chatter and excitement became muffled. My vision blurred. All I could focus on was Josh pressing Dee Dee up against the wall, kissing her like his life depended on it. My best friend and my ex-boyfriend.

I didn't know how long I stood there watching- stuck in my position. They seemed to have no idea I, or anyone else in the immediate vicinity, was watching. They were in their own little world. Time passed, and my vision cleared. I snapped out of whatever daze I was in and turned and ran. I ran back to the hotel, my heart shattering. I screamed in anger as loud as I could. It was surprisingly refreshing and made the pain a little better, but the tears I had managed to keep back spilled over. How could they do that to me? My best friend. We'd been best friends since we were nine. We've been stuck to the hip for eight years. She had been my biggest support over the last few weeks, reassuring me that Josh was a moron, that I was better off without him, and how I didn't need a man when I had my friends. She lied. She was a liar. A backstabber. A bi-

Bex came running out of the room to see what I was yelling about, but I couldn't speak. I slumped to the ground and pulled out my phone. I sent a simple text to the one person who could help me.

Me: Josh is an arse.

Zach: On my way.

Zach's reply was almost instant. I had to get away from them. From everyone. I blubbered to Bex that I was leaving and grabbed my stuff from her car, trying to contain my tears as much as possible. She tried to stop me but it was useless. I told her what had happened, but I was too humiliated and beyond gutted that my best friend would do something like that to stay any longer. Bex understood. Well, I thought she did.

Zach was going to be hours, and I couldn't be there with Josh and Dee Dee, so I said goodbye to Bex, ignored her protests, and walked down to the beach and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

When Zach pulled up on the side of the road late that afternoon, he climbed out of the car and came down to the sand to get me. I felt awful asking him to drive interstate just to pick me up. I was so far away from home, but he was my only option. I didn't have any other choice.

"What happened?" He frowned when he saw my bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. I was almost positive there was snot everywhere too. I couldn't stop crying, but I told Zach what I had seen and why I needed him to come and get me.

"I'm sorry, Cammie." His voice was just above as whisper as he threw an arm around my shoulder. He sat with me on the beach and let me cry until my throat was hoarse and my tears ran out.

REVIEWS:

Smiles180- I'm so glad you like it! Sorry the other ones are taking so long! And would it be selfish if I asked you not to read it JUSSSTTTT yet cuz I want to save it as a surprise and not to be rude to the OG author but if you love gallagher girls as much as I do (which i know you do) you'll like this version more (i hope haha) xxx

GallagherGirlsEmbassyRowFan- Thank you :)! Well, i guess you found out this chapter haha. Bex is Cammie's best friend which is why I didn't want to put her or Macey (cuz Macey would've fit the rich, shopping obsessed character perfectly) in the position. Don't worry, the original 4 gang do appear in this, just slightly later on. And i could never put Zach as the person who i hate with a passion- i love him too much haha xxx

Guest: Thank you (to both reviewers)! The actual book is good, i read it in a few hours. It can be really cringe at times but who doesn't love a bit of cheese haha. Maybe don't read it just yet, in case it spoils what's going to happen, but by all means do because it is good! xxx