A/N: So here's the chapter we've all been waiting for (I think). Sorry for the wait, my life has just been so crazy. Well; enjoy the chapter! And, as always, Reviewssss.

Recap: RANDOM THIRD PERSON'S VIEW

The night guard in the tower watched as the plane rolled down the runway. Talking into his comms unit he stated, "The subject is here. Do you copy?" Slight static filled the silent night before a clear voice cut through it. "Understood. Is everything set?" The night guard watched as two large figures supported a slumped girl in their arms, walking up to the main building. "All set," the night guard "See you in two Duchess." Then, the night guard walked back through the tower door, and picked up her Gucci bag that had been personally designed for her at the top of the stairs before walking down towards the main building the two men had just been walking towards. Her bag had been adorned with exotic peacock feathers.

My head felt heavy as I woke up, and physically, I felt as if I had been run over by a cement truck and then been danced on by people with high heels; I felt terrible. Wiggling my toes slightly, I shifted my body around, pulling the warm covers closer to my chest. However, when the covers began to move, I began to suspect that they weren't actually covers. Opening my eyes, I realized that I was being carried as a large (male) shape walked towards a large building. We seemed to be at some type of airplane terminal, for there was a long expanse of a road with special signs painted on the floor that I knew were used in flight manuals.

Realizing that my so called "covers" had been the flaps of a boy's sweatshirt, who, on closer inspections, turned out to be, Matt, I blushed heatedly. I could still see him grinning down at me because of the moonlight, however limited my view was. I tried to jump out of his grasp, but he held on tightly. I sighed; I was never going to get myself out of this mess. Coming to the edge of the pavement, the echoes of Matt's shoes stopped, and we stepped onto grass which muffled his footsteps.

As a small gust of wind danced through us, and I tried to suppress a shiver, but it was pointless. I felt exposed in my strapless, floor length, silver gown, and with good reason. Being in the fetal position, the slit that had come up to my mid-thigh was ebbing dangerously high towards my upper upper thigh, and I could feel the top part slipping down. Just my luck.

We came closer and closer to the looming building ahead, before we finally reached the door. I felt Matt smoothly slip one hand out from underneath me and grab his security card to allow access. Although I was not a hippo in weight, I was definitely as light as Liz, so it must have token a lot of strength to easily hold me with one arm. Grasping the door handle, Matt pulled it open and together, with him carrying me, we stepped inside.

There was a fork of hallways stemming out from the front foyer, and we took the outer left one, walking in silence. The hallways were dimly lit, giving off an eerie glow as we passed by. I didn't even bother to ask questions, for I knew he wouldn't answer them. Perhaps this was the headquarters for something? Nearing the end of the narrow hallway, there was a pair of double oak doors standing in front of us. In one fluid motion. Matt slipped me out of his arms, and set me on the floor, while, at the same time, binding my arms behind my back with some sort of rubber tie. I could easily break out of it, but I reasoned that I should probably wait for an opportunity where Matt was not standing directly next to me.

Reaching behind his back, he produced a long piece of black fabric, and tied it around my eyes. I flinched when he first began to tie it, for he had caught some of my hair in the know. Undoing it, he softly whispered in my ear, "sorry, let me fix it." Redoing the knot, minus my hair, Matt took me by the shoulders, and guided me to wherever we were going.

My attempts to peer through the blackness of the blindfold were futile, and I could barely see the cloth; let alone where we were going. As we proceeded forward, I could hear the hollow slam of the massive oak door as it echoed throughout, what seemed to be, a very large, empty room. Suddenly, we stopped, and I could feel myself lurch forward before matt caught my arm, and pulled me back. I could hear a quick giggle from somewhere in the room, and frowned to myself. Where had they brought me? Was I going to be ridiculed and tortured in this room? I decided I would rather have my attempt to escape then to lay myself down and give myself up easily. Pulling my hands apart as far as I could, I began stretching the rope, trying to make it long enough to slip my hands out.

Hot breath tickled my ear, as Matt's voice spilled throughout my ear canals. "Cammie," he whispered, "There's no point. It's over now anyway." He then began to shout quite loudly to, what I presumed, was the empty room, "3…" as he yelled, I finally felt my bonds give way. "2…." I prepared to yank my hands out. "1…!" The cloth was yanked off my eyes at the same time that I pulled my hands out from the rope. I could only blink at the brightness, as I saw a hundred familiar faces peering back at me. In seconds, an ear splitting scream of "CAMMIE!" echoed throughout the hall, as the hoard of people began to close in on me. "SURPRISE!" they all shouted. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

I stood in place, shell shocked, as I watched my mom make her way over to my. I couldn't even find a voice to speak, as she beamed at me.

"Were you surprised, Cammie?" my mom questioned.

"Of course she was surprised Rachel," a voice emerged from besides her. "Did you see her expression? It was priceless." the woman laughed deeply. Aunt Abby? I squealed as things began to sink in. Crushing my mom and Abby in a hug, my mouth smiled so big, that it began to hurt. Almost as suddenly as Abby appeared, Tina, Anna, and several other girls as well as other Blackthorne seniors came by to wish me a happy birthday. It all seemed surreal, and it took several minutes to greet and thank everyone in the room.

In the far corner, a large table full of sparkling presents towered above us as well as a gigantic navy and white birthday cake. Hundreds of number 18 balloons floated around on the ceiling, and it was all so overwhelming. Looking back at my mom, I beamed at the three girls that stood beside her. Enveloping each one in a very long and meaningful hug, I couldn't even contain my emotions.

"Thank you so much. All of you!" I gushed. "I'm SO terribly sorry for even suspecting all of you for anything. In my heart, I know you guys would never betray me. I'm just so grateful; I can't even put it into words."

"Oh, It's no problem." Stated Bex, "It was nothing. You're our best friend."

Macey smiled softly, "It was all Bex and Liz."

"No!" protested Liz. "It was you who organized it all. I mean; who can throw a better party than Macey McHenry?"

Macey beamed at her comment, and waved her hand, as if to say, it was nothing. "It really was nothing. Liz helped me get all this stuff online, and distract you while Bex and I did the setup work."

"And, on top of that, this is like some unknown island in the Caribbean that can only be accessed by top government officials, and Liz, our in house genius, was able to hack the government databases, and reserve this place for the entire week!"

My eyes widened. "The whole week?"

"Yep." Bex grinned back at me. "This is like our Gallagher spring break. Everyone gets to stay on this remote island in the middle of nowhere with awesome food and amenities for a whole week! Isn't that so cool?"

I squished Bex into another deep hug. I loved these girls. I turned as Liz pulled me to the side. "You know." Commented Liz, softly. "this was his idea."

Looking towards where Liz was looking, I saw Zach, standing, his back away from me, peering out towards the terrace. Feeling Macey nudge me in the back with her knee, I stumbled forward slightly. "Go." She commanded. And, before I could protest, the thee of them walked back into the crowd, their beautiful dresses swishing behind them, as they danced to some popular Katy Perry song. I grinned at their backs before heading over towards where Zach stood.

I studied him from behind as I walked to him. He cut a handsome figure in his full suit, and his body looked…amazing. Hearing me approach, he turned around to face me. Speaking softly, he didn't meet my eyes as he spoke. "Well, you look nice Gallagher Girl."

"Thanks," I whispered back. "You don't look half bad yourself."

My comment brought a small smile from him, and I took a chance on the moment. This could be my only chance to fix what I had done. "Wanna go for a walk with me?" I asked. Zach nodded, and I slipped my hand into his as we walked towards the door. I could tell he was surprised because he tensed up as he felt my hand in his, but he accepted my movement without a comment, and for that, I was grateful.

Strolling out to the terrace, I looked up at the sky. The deep black permeated through my vision, and the stars seemed radiant as the surrounded the moon. Looking back at Zach, I motioned for him to sit on the copper bench on the side of the terrace, and he obliged. Sitting across from him, I stared into his deep green eyes and began to talk.

"So, I'm just going to talk for a little, and I just want you to listen. Okay?"

Zach nodded, and I continued.

"So," I took a very deep, ragged breath. "I made a mistake. A very BIG mistake. I loved you Zach. I loved you so much that I thought it would be better to push you away. To protect myself from something that wasn't even there. And. I am so so sorry for that. I'm-" I shuddered, blinking back the tears. "I guess it's just been hard for me to trust, and what scared me was the fact that I loved you so much, that I was willing to let you have all of me. I was scared of what would happen if you left, and that I would be let broken. So I thought that it would have been better if I had left before you left-" I tried to suppress a sob.

"Cammie-"started Zach. "No-"I cut in. "Let me finish. I have to finish."

"But. Now I realize that when I left, I was really just more broken then I was before. I guess- what I'm trying to say.-" I faltered slightly. "I just love you so much, and I understand if you don't feel the same way, because of what I did to you. That was terrible. But if you could have it in your heart to forgive me? I love you so much Zach. Do- do you still love me too?"

Zach stared at me intently, for a moment not even speaking. His actions telling me what his words did not, my heart fell, and I turned away, not wanting him to see the tears falling from my face. Zach reached for me, and pulled my face straight, so it was in line with his. "Look at me Cammie." He instructed, "Look at me straight in the eyes so you know that I am telling you the truth. I love you so much Cammie. I thought my heart had broken when you ended it, and I just love you Cammie. I would never cheat on you. Ever. Do you understand?"

I nodded through the tears and I tried to smile back at Zach. "Cameron Ann Morgan," Zach whispered seriously, "will you be my girlfriend; again?" I grinned blindly, blinking away the tears, as Zach pulled me into a deep hug. "Yes." I choked out. "I love you so much Zach." Drawing close to my ear, Zach's warm breath tickling its outside, I heard Zach faintly whisper. "I love you too Gallagher Girl." Before drawing me into a deep, passionate kiss. I could barely even think, as I gave into him, lying besides him on the hard, metal bench. I didn't even care about anything but Zach at the moment. It was perfect.

A/N : So. Hope that wasn't to cliché. I know a lot of people guessed this from several chapters ago, but I hope I executed it alright. Let me know what you think in the reviews. I love reading them!