A/N: HI EVERYONE! I HOPE YOU LIKED THE LAST CHAPTER. THIS TIME YOU SEE THE FACE OFF BETWEEN JOSH AND DEE DEE WITH ZAMMIE. I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT. THIS CHAPTER'S QUITE LONG. AND TO CLEAR THINGS UP, YOU WON'T SEE MACEY UNTIL A LITTLE LATER ON. ENJOY! XX

I was scared. Terrified, even. My stomach felt like it was twisted into knots, and I was on the verge of throwing up all day in anticipation. It was the day before school started again, which meant the first day of facing them again. I had managed to avoid them for most of the summer since I was away for half of it and had been spending the last few days holed up in the bookstore getting to know Zach.

I had been doing great over the last week, mainly because of Zach and Lizzie. When I didn't have to see them, I could ignore the pain. It was easy to forget the humiliation and the betrayal, but that was about to change. I was getting myself ready for my first day back.

I could no longer hide in the bookstore or spend my hours punching my anger out at the gym. I had to go to school and face everything and everyone I'd been trying so hard to avoid. I would walk in there as the new me. The real me…with a fake boyfriend and a fake smile masking my hurt. I would show them I didn't need them and that they hadn't broken me. I would be happy and carefree and enjoy myself.

I hoped.

My phone buzzed on the side table as I was searching through all the new clothes in my closet for something to wear.

Zach: Pick u up in the a.m., C

My stomach dropped at the sight of the C, and I felt cold. That was the name Josh would always try to call me. I hated it when we were together, and I still hated it after we'd broken up. How had I not mentioned it to Zach before, after we spent every day of the last week together?

It was weird how easily Zach and I got along. Most days when I was working, he'd happily come and hang out with Lizzie and I or read quietly on the sofa. Lizzie knows about our plan but she said she thinks it's a great idea to get revenge. She's even taken me to the side an unnecessary amount of times to tell me she approves of my fake boyfriend choice. Liz was just as surprised when she found out that bad boy Zach wasn't actually bad after all, but after spending lots of time with him, he gradually proved to us he's a decent human being. When we'd finish work and Lizzie went home, I would join him on the sofa. We didn't need to fill the silence with useless chatter, and it was never uncomfortable. It was nice.

Me: Ok. Don't call me C. I hate it.

I winced as I typed the "C" and hoped that would be the end of the conversation. It wasn't.

Zach: Why? I need a nickname 4 u. It's what happens in relationships, right?

I laughed at him having to question what happened in relationships, like I knew any better than he did. My last one was my first, and it didn't end well.

Zach: How about Gallagher Girl?

Me: Where did u get that name from haha

Zach: Well u work in Gallagher Bookstore and ur a girl. Logic.

I smiled at his way of thinking.

Me: How are they going to understand what that name means?

Zach: Hmm ur right. Sorry, C. ;) Suck it up. I'm still calling u that. Imagine how pissed he's gonna b when when u let me use his nickname and like it. At least in front of them.

I could imagine the devious grin on Zach's face as he typed that response. Zach clearly had no problems ignoring my request or feelings. I groaned, knowing he was right. It would drive Josh crazy to hear Zach call me C, but I still didn't like it. I knew I was making a big deal out of it, but it wasn't my name. If my mother wanted to call me C, that's what would be on my birth certificate, not Cammie. Maybe we could compromise.

Me: Grrrr, you win, only when he's around though, then it's Cammie.

I agreed begrudgingly.

Zach: I can live with that, Gallagher Girl. C u 2moro. We will make a big entrance. ;)

An entrance? Ah god. I didn't want attention, but if we were making a big entrance, we would certainly gain the attention of the entire school. Zach always had the attention of the whole school. There would be enough focus on us as a couple as it was. We didn't need to draw any more attention to ourselves. Why did I agree to a fake relationship with Zach?

I finished picking out my outfit for the next day and set my alarm for the morning, needing to get up a little bit earlier to wash and style my hair. Calling out good night to my mother, I slipped my pajamas on and climbed into bed. I pulled my psychedelic printed comforter up to my chin and buried my face in my pillows.

It turned out that my style was a little more bohemian chic then smart preppy, along with being a little edgy and cool. My room no longer looked like a Harvard dorm room but now fit in with the rest of my homely, normal house.

I was awake in the morning before my alarm went off, a feeling of dread settling in my stomach at the thought of the day ahead. Quickly climbing out of bed, I made my way into the bathroom to shower, the hot water relaxing the muscles and easing the tension in my neck immediately. I spent time drying and lightly curling my hair so it sat in long waves down my back. I kept my makeup simple but lined my eyes with kohl to make the brown pop. I wanted to look as different from Dee Dee as possible. Sliding on a blue maxi dress and sandals, I was almost ready to go when I heard a car horn outside. I stuck my hand out the window, signalling to Zach to give me two minutes. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. My mum stopped me on the way out the door with an apple in her hand, eyeing my outfit.

"Isn't that a little casual for school?" She raised her eyebrow at me, but I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Compared to what I used to wear, yes, it was very casual. And I liked it.

"No, it's fine. You know I updated my wardrobe, and I feel more comfortable in this than pleated skirts and polo shirts."

"Who's outside?" she asked, completely ignoring my reply and handing me the apple.

"Uhm, just a friend from school. Zach." I fiddled with the straps on my bag nervously. I hadn't mentioned Zach or our fake relationship to her all summer. Not because I was embarrassed or ashamed, but because I didn't know how to explain to her that I was fake dating the school's player in a pathetic attempt to get back at Josh.

"I've never heard of him. I thought you were avoiding your friends."

"I am. He's new. I mean a new friend. He comes to the bookstore. I gotta go. I'm going to be late." I kissed her cheek and turned to the door.

"Okay, sweetheart. Have a good day. Try not to let them get you down." She smiled at me and closed the door when I stepped out. I quickly threw the apple out the fence into the neighbour's rose bushes, feeling too nervous and sick to eat. It could fertilise the garden or something.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to see Zach staring at me through the windscreen of his early model muscle car. Walking slowly toward the car, I couldn't stop the nerves. My hands were shaking, and I felt like I was going to pass out or throw up or something equally embarrassing. I paused for a moment and closed my eyes, trying to rid my mind of unwanted thoughts before opening the car door and sliding in beside him.

"Hi," I said, my voice a whisper as I avoided looking at him.

"Ah, hey." He cleared his throat, but his voice sounded all gravelly as he backed his car out of my driveway. Was he sick? He didn't look sick. He seemed fine the other day when I saw him. Maybe he was nervous too. Ha! Who was I kidding? This was Zach. He didn't get nervous.

"You look hot. Josh is gonna kick himself when he sees you." He smirked at me and began chewing on his lip.

"Uhm, thanks." I was twisting my hands nervously in my lap, wondering if the whole plan was a bad idea. Maybe I should have just changed schools instead. No, that was ridiculous. I could do it. I could walk into that school with Zach with not a care in the world. I had to do it.

"We are going to make a huge entrance. You ready for that?" He grinned, but I shook my head at his question. No way was I ready for that. I wanted to tell him to take me back home, but that would have been stupid. I had to get it over with. It would be like ripping off a Band-Aid. Once it was done, I would wonder why I ever freaked out.

I hoped.

"It will be okay. Trust me. I got our class schedules already, and we have homeroom with both of them," he said. How did he get our schedules? We didn't usually get them 'til we got to school.

"How did you manage that?" I asked him.

"I charmed the administration lady early this morning. She gave me yours, mine, and both of theirs." Of course he charmed the admin lady. He could charm anyone. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't want anyone to see me yet. I hunted around in my bag for my sunglasses. They would at least shield part of my face from the stares I was bound to get. I needed to pull myself together.

Zach pulled into the parking lot, the engine rumbling. Everyone stopped to stare at him like always. You'd think he was a freaking celebrity, the way the girls drooled and the guys glared. Feeling self-conscious, I put my head down and willed myself not to throw up. Zach rubbed a comforting hand over my back as I moaned into my hands.

He pulled into the parking spot reserved for him by the front gate and told me to wait in the car. The spot wasn't officially reserved for him, but everyone knew it was Zach's spot. You only parked there if you wanted your tyres slashed or something. I waited in the car while Zach got out, unsure of what he had planned and hoping that it was nothing too crazy. I could feel people staring and trying to sneak a peek while I kept my face as hidden as possible. My fears were confirmed. Everyone was staring and pointing and whispering. I was grateful for the tinted windows and my new makeover because it seemed no one was quite sure who I was yet. I suddenly wished it was still the summer holidays and I'd had more time to prepare for this. All that time Zach and I spent together in the store didn't seem like enough. I wasn't even sure I could act like his girlfriend.

I was yanked out of my thoughts when my door opened and Zach leant in to see me. "Ready?" He smiled softly and brushed a curl out of his face.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly dragged my eyes up to meet his. They were sparkling with what was unmistakably mischief.

"Come on, Cammie. I got you. Let's teach that little bitch a lesson he deserves."

I still didn't understand why he wanted to do this. To help me? No, I didn't think so. Well, not entirely. For his own selfish reasons? Yeah, probably. But surely there must be a better way for Zach to get back at Josh than pretending to be my boyfriend? I just didn't get why he would go to the trouble.

"Come on. Just get out the car. We'll wait until everyone has gone in before we go in, okay? Just get out of the car." He held his hand out to me politely, but he was anything but. Hesitantly, I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me out of the car, bringing me to his chest. He pressed me against the car and put his hands on either side of my body, caging me in but also blocking half the school's view of me.

"Thank you," I whispered as I leant my head on his chest, hiding further and trying to control my breathing, which was now coming out in gasps. I was beginning to panic again. My chest felt tight, and I couldn't see properly. Oh God. I felt like I was about to pass out.

"Hey, it's okay. What's wrong with you?" Zach asked, leaning in to speak quietly in my ear.

"Panic attack," I gasped.

"You'll be okay. Just relax, Gallagher Girl." Zach brought his hand up and cupped my face, making me look at him while rubbing soothing circles on my cheek with his thumb. "Just breathe, Cammie."

I began to relax at his gentle touch and words, taking deep breaths in and out. "See, it's not so bad, is it?" he asked. I shook my head, letting it fall to his chest again.

"I don't like the attention. So many people are staring," I mumbled into his chest. He surprised me by letting out a loud laugh.

"Of course they are. You are the smoking hot mystery girl who just showed up to school in my car. Everyone wants to know who I'm screwing." He smiled momentarily while I cringed at the thought of people assuming we were sleeping together. I didn't want people to think that I was just another one of Zach's girls. Suddenly his body stiffened.

"Damn, here they come," he mumbled. They who? They them? Oh no. I couldn't do it yet. I still wasn't ready to see them. My breathing started quickening again, and the queasy feeling in my stomach returned. I didn't want to see them. I should have just told Zach to take me home.

"Zach?" I looked up at him and was about to ask through my erratic breathing when he caught me off guard and captured my face between his hands pressing his lips to mine. I froze for a second, not knowing what to do. Why was he kissing me? Was I supposed to kiss him back? Of course I was. I was his fake girlfriend, and I should act like it. I moulded my lips to his and moved them in sync. I could feel his smile as I slowly relaxed into him and the kiss, my breathing suddenly evening out. Zach's hands travelled down my sides and came to rest on my hips. He pushed me back against the car. I began to panic that people could see me, so I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck to keep my face hidden a bit longer.

Zach's tongue traced along my lips slowly, making me gasp in surprise, allowing him in. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was kissing Zach Goode. That was the one thing the entire female population- and some of the male- of this school dreamed about. Zach's lips pressed harder against mine. His tongue slowly began exploring my mouth, and I'm sure I heard him groan. All thoughts and sounds of the crowd surrounding us were lost. I was kissing Zach.

His fingertips traced a line from my hips around my lower back and then back across my stomach, leaving a burning trail in their wake. My heartbeat picked up, and I was sure he could feel it. Who knew kissing could feel like this? I tried not to think about how many other girls had felt his lips against theirs or his hands across their skin. We pulled apart when we heard the bell signal the beginning of class. Wow..

"Whoa!" Zach smirked at me and licked his lips. "That was…"

"Terrible? I'm sorry. You caught me off guard," I apologised and put my head down again, too embarrassed to look in his eyes knowing I was a terrible kisser.

"No. I was gonna say that was hot. Feel free to kiss me like that whenever you want. I can't wait to get you into my bed." He chuckled at my obvious discomfort, my face heating up again. I slapped his chest, making him laugh harder.

"You're a perv. Why did you kiss me anyway? Some warning would have been nice." I brought my hands back down to my sides, and he leant against the car, blocking me from the view of a few students who were dragging behind.

"I'm your boyfriend. I can kiss you whenever or wherever I want. Plus they were walking towards us. Just wait until they realise it was you I had pressed up against my car." He laughed again.

The final bell sounded. Zach looked around to see if the coast was clear.

"Let's roll," he said, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the doors.

"We are going to be so late. I've never been late before," I told him as we hurried down the corridor toward our homeroom, our feet pounding on the beige tiles. Honestly, what were the chances we would all get the same homeroom? I just hoped that I had no other classes with them.

"Better late than never. Come on. Run!" he said, pulling my hand harder. I stumbled along after him, laughing at nothing. I think my nerves had finally got the best of me. I was losing my mind. Zach pulled me through a door and quickly came to a stop, which I was not expecting. I ran straight into his back, making him chuckle and me laugh even more.

I only stopped laughing because I heard someone clear their throat. We had just burst into a class full of students who were now staring at us. I squeezed the hand Zach currently had wrapped around my own and reached up to grab his arm with my free hand for support. Oh God! Everyone was looking and whispering.

"Mister Goode!" the teacher called out in a stern voice. I pressed closer to Zach. "Is there a reason why you and Miss Morgan are late and causing such a disruption?"She knew who I was straight away, even with new hair and sunglasses covering my face. The entire classroom turned to look at us. So that was Zach's big entrance- gaining everyone's attention. No more hiding I guess.

"Ah, sorry, ma'm. Couldn't keep my hands off my girl. I mean, look at her." Smug bastard. He dragged me out from behind his back and threw his arm around my neck, pulling me close and pressing a kiss to the side of my head. There were a few murmurs of "hot" and "damn" and other stuff I couldn't make out. I could feel my cheeks getting warm, and I wanted nothing more than to press myself into Zach's back again and hide. I thought I would die from embarrassment.

"Well, in future, I'd appreciate it if you could keep your hands to yourselves during school hours. Sit down, now!" Professor Buckingham pointed to an empty table.

I clutched at the front of Zach's short-sleeved plaid shirt, which, by the way, had never looked better on anyone, especially when paired with his skinny jeans. When I looked up at him, too afraid to look at anyone else, I was expecting him to lead us over to the table Professor Buckingham had told us to sit at, but instead, he directed us to a table directly in front of them.

I didn't want to see anyone's reactions, and I knew they were still staring, so I began fidgeting and focusing on the buttons of his shirt, not looking at anyone. A boy was sitting there already, but with one look from Zach, he switched tables. I reluctantly took a seat next to Zach, who immediately threw his arm back around my neck and pulled me close so he could whisper in my ear.

"Don't look so nervous. Relax. Hold my hand and let the fun begin," he said quietly so no one could hear. I was a little worried about his idea of fun, but still I reached up to his hand hanging over my shoulder dangerously close to my chest and interlaced our fingers.

Zach started absentmindedly tracing patterns on my leg with his other hand while the teacher called the attendance roll. I focused on the movements of his fingers so I could block out the whispers surrounding us. We were certainly going to be the most popular subject for the day.

I could feel Josh and Dee Dee's glares from behind us almost burning hole into our backs.

The bell rang, and Zach jumped out of his seat. Everyone seemed to be watching and waiting to see what he or we would do next.

"Come on, C. I'll walk you to class. It's on my way." He smirked and held out his hand for me to take. I heard someone behind me gasp and someone else curse as I tried not to cringe at my nickname. It was them.

The morning passed slowly and uncomfortably. I felt like the main attraction at a zoo. Everyone was staring and pointing and coming up to me, harassing me. At least the focus was mainly on Zach and me and not about them. I tried to be polite and tried not to let the nasty comments get to me, but it was hard. I didn't want to explain any of my actions to anyone, nor did I think I had to.

Unfortunately, the only class I had with Zach was homeroom. Fortunately, it was also the only class I had with them. Every time I'd see either Josh or Dee Dee in the hall, they'd glare at me like I'd done something terrible. Josh didn't look like his usual smiling self, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because I was fake dating Zach. Dee Dee, on the other hand, didn't seem to have a care in the world except when someone would approach me and question me about what was going on with Zach. That was when she glared daggers at me, at us, which was a lot. Dee Dee always had to be the centre of attention. But today, it was all about Zach and I; Zammie as we had started to become known as.

It seemed that becoming Zach Goode's girlfriend instantly made me famous, hated, and desired all at once. I couldn't take three steps down the hall without someone stopping me. I was grateful when the bell rang for lunch. I hoped I could escape the madness for little while. Lizzie was busy doing extra credit and I hadn't seen her all day. That peace all changed when I walked into the cafeteria and heard the dreaded call. Not that I was dreading hearing him calling out to me, but it was more what he called out.

"Hey, C! Over here," Zach shouted over the noise of everyone talking and laughing. Trying not to let it show how much it bothered me and trying to ignore the fact that the entire cafeteria fell silent when he called out to me, I made my way over to where he was standing in line for food. An undeniably beautiful smile stretched across his face. I could almost see his eyes light up as I approached. Almost. He was that good at faking this relationship. And I was just awkward.

As soon as I reached him, he gripped my waist with one hand and the back of my neck with the other. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulled my face close, our lips almost touching.

"Everyone is watching," I whispered as my breathing began to shallow out and pick up the pace again. I was aware people were standing too close to be considered comfortable. It was making me nervous, and I had the sudden urge to throw up again.

"I know. Let's give them something to watch." He grinned, pulling my body against his. I didn't want to. I wanted to crawl into a dark hole and not come out. But I was dating Zach, after all, and he did have somewhat of a reputation, so I reached up and threaded my fingers though his thick curly hair.

"Your hair's getting long," I said, trying to distract myself from the thoughts of being the centre of attention and gain control of my increasing panic. I never received as much attention when I was with Josh.

"I know. I'll shave it soon."

He couldn't shave it. I liked his curls.

"No, don't. I kind li…" I began to say, but he cut me off by pressing a finger to my lips. His eyes flickered somewhere above my head, and I knew immediately that he had seen them.

"Shut up and kiss me already, C," he said, closing the miniscule distance between us. The moment our lips met, all thoughts and worries were forgotten, and all I could focus on was Zach's mouth on mine. I barely noticed when the cafeteria erupted into catcalls, whistles, and some crude remarks. Zach pulled back after a minute and pressed his forehead to mine.

"Well, that was fun. I think I'm going to like having a girlfriend." He bit his lip in that way he does, and I began to wish I could too.

"You wanna keep moving? Some of us are here to eat, not suck face." I flinched at the venom in the voice coming from behind me. Zach automatically put his arm around me and placed himself between me and the angry voice.

"Calm down, Josh. The line's not moving far," Zach said over his shoulder, protectively tightening his arm around me. I knew it was just for show. Staking his claim, but I was grateful I had his support.

"I don't want to see you two going at it in the lunch line. Ruins my appetite," Josh spat back. The whole cafeteria was watching again.

It was like a reality TV Show around the school, and I just wanted to cry. Josh being so close hurt. All I could do was replay the image of him and Dee Dee kissing that day. I bit my lip to stop it from trembling. I wouldn't cry. Not in front of him. I just wished the line would move faster so I could escape.

"Then get lost somewhere else." Zach's arm dropped to my waist, and he began rubbing gentle circles on my hip to relax me, whispering in my ear. "It's okay. Breathe."

"You gonna let him speak to me like that, C?"

I tensed when I realised Josh was talking to me. I slowly turned to see Dee Dee joining our little unfriendly interaction, wrapping her arms around Josh's waist. Why not just stab me in the back and twist the knife while you're at it?

"He can speak to you however he damn well pleases. Don't call me C. You know I don't like it." I tried to sound firm like my heart wasn't breaking all over again as I looked into his clear blue eyes, but my voice gave me away, quivering slightly at the end. I couldn't believe I was speaking to Josh, the main reason for my hurt and heartbreak.

"Why not? Zach called you C." Dee Dee challenged me, her lips pursed together, making her look like a duck. I was aware of people moving closer again, trying to listen to our conversation. I wished they'd all get a life. I didn't need this many people to witness my breakdown. At this rate, I knew it would happen soon.

I focused on Zach and only him. His warm hands on my hands, his body pressed against my side, the light kiss he placed just below my ear. I started to relax again. How did he do that to me? Calm me down with a simple touch? I took a deep breath and tried not to think too hard about what I was about to say. It would make Josh even madder and, I hoped, a little jealous. It was completely out of character for me, but I guess that was the point of reinventing myself and moving on.

"Yeah, but coming from those lips…" I reached up and dragged my thumb across Zach's bottom lip. "Everything sounds good coming from this mouth," I said, staring at Zach's mouth as it curved into a smirk. I couldn't look at anyone else or I'd begin to freak out again. I couldn't believe I'd said it.

"Damn, C," Zach breathed before crashing his lips to mine, immediately tightening his grip on my waist. "I'm not hungry anymore. Let's get out of here," he mumbled into my mouth.

I found myself nodding in agreement, happy to get away from them. Zach grabbed my hand and started leading me away when Josh stopped him. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked, gripping Zach's arm so tight it was sure to leave bruises.

"Taking my girl away from here. Back off." Zach glared down at Josh's hand on his arm. Dee Dee tried to get Josh's attention but failed miserably, and I was just left standing there staring between my fake boyfriend and my ex-boyfriend, wondering who would throw the first punch. My money was on Zach if Josh didn't let him go soon.

"Josh, baby, let them go. It's not worth it. Why do you care anyway?" Dee Dee pleaded with him, but he ignored her. I couldn't help but feel a little smug that he was brushing her off. Zach was right. Josh was jealous. And it made me smile.

"You're not leaving with him." Josh turned to me, dropping Zach's arm. "Come on, C. You're smarter than that," he said, reaching out to me instantly. I stepped back. I didn't want him touching me. Before I could respond, Zach had moved in front of me. His shoulders were hunched, and his back was tense. If he screwed his hands any tighter into fists, he would draw blood. I could feel the tension in the room. Everyone was watching with bated breath.

"Get lost, Josh. Don't you dare touch her. She told you not to call her that. She's my girlfriend, not yours, and we're leaving." Zach glared at Josh, tilting his head to the side as if he were challenging him.

"You had your chance, and you screwed it up for…that." Zach looked at Dee Dee, whose mouth fell open at his insult. He smiled before giving them a little wave and dragging me out the door before they could say anything else. The way he claimed me as his girlfriend made my stomach swirl. Even if it was for show, I liked hearing it.

Glancing over my shoulder as we walked through the door, I saw Dee Dee waving her arms around with her mouth moving hundred miles an hour. I could guarantee she was chewing Josh out for not standing up for her. Josh was trying to calm her down, but he seemed to be making things worse. It was impossible to reason with Dee Dee when she was furious.

I started laughing, a real honest laugh- not like the crazy, nervous laugh from that morning- and it felt good. I felt lighter. I couldn't believe that had happened. My life was a mess.

"Did you see his reaction? I thought he was gonna blow a gasket. And that comment you made about my lips, that was seriously sexy. You could see the steam coming out of the jerk's ears." Zach laughed as we got into his car. I laughed with him until I eventually broke down in tears. I'd held it in for as long as I could. That light, happy feeling faded as quickly as it came. I felt as though my chest had been ripped open. I thought I could face him, but I really couldn't understand why Josh cared so much about me being with Zach. Maybe he was jealous? And then there was Zach and the way he managed to make me calm down with a single touch. I didn't get it. I didn't get anything.

"Ah, crap. Cammie, are you okay? You did great in there. Don't cry. Don't let him get to you, all right?" Zach cringed at my tears but reached across and grabbed my hand to comfort me.

"Cammie. Hey, come here?" Zach was suddenly dragging me out of the car and into his arms. I hadn't even realised we'd left the school or pulled over on the side of the road. He held me and gently rubbed his hands up and down my back until the tears slowed. I was left wondering for the millionth time that day how he could manage to have that effect on me.

REVIEWS: THANKS TO ANYONE WHO REVIEWED/FAVOURITED/FOLLOWED. I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW HAPPY THE LOVE FOR THIS STORY MAKES ME!

GUEST REVIEWERS (inc. zammieotp, Fuzzzz, Squeakks, Liana, Fairy095, Rose, jenwarro and LLLSSSBBB964): Thanks you for all the love and support. I'm really glad you enjoy this. And all will be revealed with time mwahah (I love this power haha). You won't find out what Josh did to Zach until much later on sorry. So, for now, you'll have to think of any theories and review haha! xxx

GallagherGirlsEmbassyRowFan: Mmm i like the way you think but is it right or not? Haha you'll find out soon. But i will say, you should think about a future job as a mindreader ;) xxx

Smiles180: aha yay! I'm glad you liked it. Can't wait for you to update your story! xxx

bookslover777: I hope this Josh/Zach interaction was okay! Thank you. I'm glad you like it :) xxx

gallagher.04: Aww thank you haha. YES, I am definitely going to try and update regularly. I hate it when that happens and i'm going to do all i can to make sure I don't become that writer. I think I saw a review from you on one of my other stories, Eligible Bachelor? And just so you know I am definitely wanting to carry them on. They're just taking a little more time xxx

Miss. L 2OO2: I've been saving this review till last cuz it made me so happy and your my favourite haha. Here goes: Can we actually just start an I hate Josh fan club for anyone else who thinks Josh is an arse, dick, douche or any other profanity haha. Yeah she is a b**** and she gets what she deserves later on hehehe (that was meant to be an evil laugh if you didn't catch on). HAHA same, Zach is literally everything I want in a guy. Someone sweet, hot and can make you laugh. Paha i can so imagine that. Headliner: Mystery girl takes on poor douchebag high schooler. Awwww I LOVE YOU MORE (HEART HEART HEART). Yes! Me too! I thought it worked better to have Abby and Joe together and plus you don't see much of them together in the book, but I always liked the thought of them. I solemnly swear he will not intentionally play with your emotions aha. Maybe he is and you just don't know it yet ;) mmmm i love food. AH i know she is, trust me i'm just waiting for her to come into all of this. i think i'm going to have to make her appearance sooner rather than later cuz I love the four of them together. OH MY GOD HHAH I LOVED THAT PREDICTION SO MUCH I'm ACTUALLY CRYING! You should become the new future predictor for everyone. Aww haha, trust me you're just as amazing at writing. HAHA don't go waking up your neighbours. I KNOW! I WANT THIS! IT'S SO UNFAIR! Hmmm what is he up to :PPPP. LOTS OF LOVE XXX