A/N: SO I realize I haven't updated in like, literally forever. Well, anyway, here's the next chapter. I'm really sorry for the wait, I've been really busy lately, and I haven't found time to update. So, once again I apologise. I hope this chapter is okay. Let me know when you review this chapter
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Although people have always told me that waking morning after is extremely awkward, to me, waking up in Zach's arms, with his warm breath cascading over my face, and one of my hands intertwined with his was something so perfect that I wouldn't be able to even begin to describe it in words. After hanging out on the patio together for quite some time, Macey came outside to scold me for being a terrible host, which was kinda ironic, as she was the one who had made me go outside in the first place. Nevertheless, I parted from Zach, and we agreed to meet up again at the end of the party.
I was then whisked around the entire room by, whom else but Macey McHenry. As "host", I felt compelled to speak to everyone and thank them for their contributions towards making this night so special. I was still somewhat in shock by the fact that everyone had worked so hard to do this for me. At the same time, my ego had taken a major beating because I had failed to notice all the signs that had pointed to something that big.
After walking around, talking with hundreds of people, many of whom, I hadn't seen in years, the faces began to blur, and I realized that I was exhausted. I knew I had promised to leave with Zach, but after an initial quick scan revealed that he wasn't in the ballroom, I decided to go to bed and apologise to him later. I was frankly too tired to even think up a good enough excuse for my exit, so I just slipped out the rear exit doors. I almost had a heart attack as I left, for Zach, who had apparently been lurking in the shadows, grabbed me and dragged me, not unwillingly, to his room. I guess you could say the rest was history, because there was definitely no self control allowed in that room after we had closed the door.
Grinning at me, Zach tapped my nose with his free hand, and I squirmed away, giggling as he tickled me. After a while, I surrendered. My chest hurt too much from laughing so hard, so I tried to lie still, breathing heavily, as Zach traced circles around me collarbone with thumb. Shivering, I realized how cold I was. I tried to pull up the covers with one hand, but Zach only smirked at my pathetic efforts.
Begrudgingly, I allowed him to kiss me, and soon I felt myself enveloped by his body. I sighed as I glanced at the clock; we only had about twenty five minutes until breakfast was over, so I pushed Zach off of me, and ignored his protests. The girls would kill me if I missed breakfast, so I slipped into the bathroom to take a quick (10 min) shower. After coming out, I pulled on Zach's bathrobe, and allowed him to take his shower. I felt myself blush as I surveyed the state of Zach's room. My silver dress lay in a rumpled heap on the floor, and I could only find one shoe that was sticking out from under the bed. On top of that, I saw a small lamp lying in shards at the foot of the night stand. Fun stuff. I scanned the room before I noticed my second heel under the bureau. Reaching down to grab both shoes, I sighed. Unfortunately, there were no other footwear options as Zach's feet were about three times bigger then mine. Okay, that was probably an exaggeration, but you get the idea.
Gathering up my underwear and bra from underneath the sheets of the bed, I rummaged through Zach's suitcase that was at the foot of the large, mahogany bed. Pulling out a white cotton T shirt and a pair of loose grey sweats, I pulled them on along with a large pullover Blackthorne sweatshirt. I wished that I had a chance to stop by my own room to grab some regular clothes, but I knew that there was no way that it was going to happen.
As Zach stepped out of the shower, a cloud of steam followed him, and for a moment, my eyes misted up from the humidity. Dressed in a pair of lacrosse shorts with the Blackthorne logo and a loose white T shirt similar to the one I was wearing, Zach smirked at me as he saw my attire.
"Don't even start." I warned him.
He seemed to suppress a laugh at my comment, but I just rolled my eyes in response.
"Not to discredit you fashion abilities, but you do realize that we're on a tropical island…right?" questioned Zach. "Where it is over eighty degrees every day?"
Blinking, I replied, "oh." I had forgotten where we were for a moment. Digging into his suitcase, Zach pulled out another pair of identical lacrosse shorts and tossed them to me. Peeling off the pair of heavy sweats, I pulled on the lacrosse shorts and accepted Zach's outstretched hand before following him through the door.
As we made our way down the hallway, I was finally able to admire the beautifully painted walls, and ornately decorated chandeliers. Being in a rush last night, I wasn't exactly able to look at the passing scenery. The hallway ended with a spiral staircase that opened to a large dining room with long tables of buffet style bowels that contained hundreds of breakfast options.
I stumbled on one of the steps, nearly catapulting myself into the room head first, but Zach grabbed my shoulders before I could get very far.
"Thanks." I whispered to him, hoping no one had seen my momentary misstep.
"No problem." Replied Zach, "Don't worry Gallagher Girl. Your secret that you're extremely clu8msy is safe with me."
Rolling my eyes in response, I lightly slapped his shoulder before dragging him off towards a table that held Liz, Jonas, Macey, Nick, Bex, and Grant. Sitting down, I ignored the raised eyebrows from Bex and Macey, and reached across the table to snag a piece of Macey's untouched toast.
"Hey!" she complained.
"Like you were going to eat it Macey."
She made a face at me, but said nothing more because she knew that I was right.
"So, did you guys enjoy the party last night? I just wanted to thank you all again for putting it all together for me."
"Oh, yes," replied Bex, drawing out the final word. "It was so much fun…although, probably not as much fun as you had last night afterwards."
I blushed as she looked at me knowingly.
"Don't try to hide it from us," taunted Macey. "We know you didn't return to your room last night."
"Well, it's not like any of you did either." I retorted hotly.
Now it was their turn to blush. Apparently I wasn't the only one who hadn't slept in their own bed last night. However, it seems that I was the only one that didn't bring their luggage to their new room. Darn. Hoping no one would notice what I was wearing; my hopes were crushed as Liz so eloquently pointed out that very fact.
"Well at least we're wearing our own clothes. " Turning away from the peels of laughter, I grabbed my plate from the table and stalked off towards the breakfast bar. As much as I loved my friends, they could be very embarrassing sometimes.
After heaping my plate high with delicious smelling oatmeal and some fruit salad as well as a couple waffles for Zach, I made my way back to the table.
"I brought your breakfast Zach." I told him.
"Thanks so much Cammie; you saved me a trip up there."
After giving me a quick peck on the side of my head, we both began to eat. After the conversation about Zach and I had died down, we discussed what we were going to do. While Liz and Jonas wanted to read science books on the beach, Bex and Grant wanted to actually swim in the water at the beach. Macey said that she'd do whatever we all wanted to do, and as usual, Nick agreed with her, so I agreed to go to the beach also.
"So, let's just go to our room and change, and then meet at the lobby in like twenty minutes." Stated Macey. As she spoke, I could feel her gaze on me as she said the word change. I blushed furiously. Before everyone could leave however, I heard someone coming up behind me.
"Has anyone seen Cammie? I haven't seen her since last night, and she never returned to her-." I turned around as soon as I heard my mother's voice. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything, I saw my mother's eyes widen. "Cameron Ann Morgan. What in the world are you wearing?"
A/N: That's it. Sorry for such a long wait. I'll update soon!