Disclaimer: As you probably know by now, Ally is the mother of the Gallagher Girls series, just think of me as the babysitter, I look after and raise the Gallagher Girls my own way when Ally isn't there :P
AN: YOU GUYS ARE TOO KIND! Really, your reviews mean everything to me, I actually started tearing up! Every one of your reviews counts, even those who are guests! Since y'all are so great, I decided I am going to try and update as much as possible during the Easter Holidays before I go back to school and have to start some serious revision for my GCSEs coming up. I hope you guys love chapter 5, this one's for you ;)
By lunchtime word had spread about my kiss with Zach. Luckily for me, the Blackthorne boys had left before my onslaught of questions at the dinner table. That would have been just too embarrassing.
"Do you know him, like, you know, personally?"
"Was it nice?"
"Is it true that he is the father of your unborn child?"
"Are you planning to run away with him?"
"I heard you were eloping in Vegas with him, as long as you use protection and give me the juicy details, I don't really care!"
Yep, that definitely would have been embarrassing.
Soon enough, Blackthorne's visit had been forgotten about, much to my relief. In a girl's school, gossip spreads like wildfire. The only good thing is the certainty that the next day rumours about you will die down, and someone else will have to deal with the babbling hoard to teenage girls questioning you about made up 'facts'. Unfortunately, it is now only hours until the boys arrive and nobody can hide their excitement and anticipation of seeing them, having them join our lessons permanently. My roommates seem especially giddy, and had decided to give me a makeover to kill time before the boys arrived. Great, (not).
"No, I don't want a makeover! I don't see the point of trying to make a good impression; they will probably see us looking crap on our inevitable bad hair days. Why raise their expectations of female perfection just to have to shatter their dreams when they see us in our PJ's on the weekend, looking worse that rough after an all nighter?" I complain and whine as the girls tie me to a chair with Macey's designer scarves (and trust me, that girl has a lot of scarves). All of them glared at me in perfect unison, which was beyond scary, so I decided to shut up.
After an hour of trying various types of blush and foundation, plus other products I cannot try to pronounce, they were finished with me.
"Wow," was all Liz said.
"Cam...You look hot!" Bex exclaimed.
"Seriously Cammie, I would turn for you," Macey said emotionlessly, and just laughed at my blank expression.
I smiled at them and thanked them, not wanting to seem ungrateful. They spun me around in the chair to show me myself in the mirror. At first, I didn't recognize the girl looking back at me, her strangely coloured bluey green eyes standing out due to a subtle amount of eyeliner and mascara. Her skin was flawless, cheeks showing a hint of pink blush, lips cherry red. The girl oozed beauty, reminding me slightly of Snow White, whose face was white as snow, her lips red as blood. Then I realised I was seeing myself, my natural features just enhanced with a touch of Macey magic. I turned back to my girls, thanking them some more, whilst they just brushed it off, making it seem like it was nothing to have made an ordinary girl stand out for once.
I kept on smiling at them until Bex said, "Zach is sooooo going to drool over you!" which instantly switched my mood back to being irritated with them.
"Guys, I don't even like him. I met him once, and that was a bad, confusing and overall horrible experience. Just let it go," I said the last bit slowly, as if I was talking to 4 year olds.
Liz shot back, "That was not a horrible experience and you know it! Just because you got a little embarrassed, it doesn't mean it wasn't 'amazing', or the 'best kiss' of your life." At my shocked expression she just smiled slightly and said, "Yes, we have all heard you sleep-talking".
When I rolled my eyes and whined, "Guys!" they rolled their eyes back and gave non-committal sounds of agreements. I've been hearing a lot of 'whatever's and 'fine's around here lately when it comes to my insistent denial of love for Zachary Goode. As they gave me knowing glances, we left for the dining hall, ready for some breakfast. I tried to act oblivious to their antics the whole way, ignoring their snickers and giggles.
On the way, Macey said to me, "So, are you nervous? I mean, about the musical, we find out what parts we play today."
"No, not really. I don't care if I get a tiny acting role. It's all about the dance for me," I replied, hoping she wouldn't see that I was actually pissing myself (not literally!) with nervousness.
As we took out seats at the usual table, Mrs Buckingham made her way to the front of the hall. She definitely looked more cheerful than usual, which could only mean one thing...
"Good morning ladies. I know today is a big day for those who want to participate in the school musical. The lists of roles are up in all of the arts departments. And now, what I am sure you have all been waiting for, the arrival of The Blackthorne Academy of Music and Arts," and as soon as she said this, the doors burst open. In came nearly 100 boys wearing black trousers and blue shirts, with jumpers embroidered with the Gallagher crest on. There were boys ranging from freshman to senior, but only one stood out to me. He was the boy with the bright green eyes, looking (and smirking) directly at me. He winked at me, and started making his way over to our junior table, other boys mimicking him by branching off to their own year group's tables. I quickly turned around with my cheeks burning, staring at my breakfast in front of me. Mrs Buckingham carried on with her now boring speech, but I tuned it out.
I dug in to my bacon, beans, eggs and sausage, trying to ignore the burning bright green eyes I felt on me. I quickly asked Macey if she wanted to go and check the list for the musical, and she agreed. As I got up, I stumbled slightly, but managed to catch myself on my chair. Looking up, I was met with Zach's mesmerizing eyes.
"Careful," he said quietly, almost laughing at my clumsiness. I just rolled my eyes in return, and turned on my foot ready to leave. Zach's smooth voice made me halt, "Hey Cammie, I was wondering if you could give me a tour of Gallagher later on. We could maybe get to know each other a little better," he said the last part slyly, finishing with a wink.
I just replied by saying, "If you're lucky," and turned and strutted out of the hall with Macey by my side, silently laughing at my rosy red cheeks.
As we walked into dance studio 1, I was nervous to see if I got the dance solo, if any part at all.
Macey peered at the list and exclaimed, "Yes! I got the duet and you got the solo Cam, just like you wanted!"
I double and triple checked, not believing Macey or my own eyes, though the evidence was clear. Right there in black and white it said 'Cameron Morgan – Solo Dancer'. My face broke out into a smile, and I hugged Macey tightly, so proud of us both. I saw Tina across the room, mouthing the words 'You'll be sorry' towards me.
Not wanting to worry Macey, I just smiled at her tightly and said, "Come on, let's get to class."
As we walked out of the dance studio I saw Zach making his way out of the music block across campus. I smiled at him, giving a slight wave, but he returned my shy gesture with a glare, looking between me and the dance studio. Strange...I wonder what that's about?!
Macey and I walked into the drama hall and I noticed Zach sat in the second row. I went to take a seat next to him, but as I approached him, he turned in the opposite direction. When I asked if he still wanted a tour, he just ignored me, practically for the rest of class. What on Earth got his panties in a twist?!
As the day went on, I stopped trying to make an effort in befriending Zach. Each attempt ended with a blank look, a hard glare or the silent treatment. I guess I would just stick to my girls, who needed a guy in their life anyway? Bex said he was probably just nervous to talk to me, but really, when had Zach been nervous in his entire life. I couldn't help but feel pure hatred in the way he had so suddenly started treating me, and I needed to find out why.
AN: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed. Here in England it's a quarter to two in the morning, and my mum is yelling at me telling me to go to sleep! Since it is so late, and I am so tired, please forgive any mistakes. I just wanted to at least update today, I don't want to let any of you down! Remember to review for me, I really appreciate it. Love you guys, from here in England I would like to say Buenos noches (goode night ;P) and I hope you all have a happy Thursday! ~XOXO