Disclaimer: My long time crush Zach Goode is not my own creation, that would be kind of sad...Ally is the owner of both Zach and the Gallagher Girls, sad but true!

Author's Note: Hellooooo fine people of fanfiction. It's me again! I hoped you liked the last chapter as much as I did, and I hope you like this one even more! Can I just say again, thank you so much for reviewing, following and favouriting my story, it means a lot! Without the reviews I probably wouldn't post, so when I say you guys are my reason for carrying on writing, I really mean it! So, without further ado...I give you chapter 6 :)

I always told myself that I had to be the best no matter what. Now in this last month leading up to the musical, I started to realise the sacrificed I've had to make to get where I am, the top. I am a champion, and I'm not being self-centred or snobby when I say this, it is just a fact. I train the hardest, the most hours; I am constantly going through dance steps in my head, even when I lie there in bed at night, pretending to be asleep.

I have pushed Bex and Liz away, only communicating with them when necessary. The bare essentials of an acquaintanceship, a 'Good morning' if I happen to bump into one of them on my way to the shower in the morning (which is very rare since I get up at 5.30am) and a simple 'Night' if we're in the same room when I go to bed. At lunch, I would sit with Macey and the other dancers, just because there was more dance related talk, which was my only concern at the moment. I was turning into a snob, like every other rich dancer at this school. The difference is, I'm not rich, and I'm not – well, I never used to be a snob. I have to change this before it gets out of hand; I know it's the right thing to do.

As I walked into my dorm room, I saw that Bex was on her bed reading a Vogue magazine, and Liz was tapping away on her laptop like a mad woman (I guess some things never change). They both momentarily glanced up at the sound of my entrance, but quickly went back to what they were doing, barely acknowledging my presence.

"Hi," I said, the tense and awkward silence eventually becoming too much for me. With a small nod of their heads, they went back to pretending I wasn't there. "Any new projects I could help you on?" I asked, trying to get a real response out of them. "Okay guys, I know we haven't spoken much lately, and I'm sorry, I really am, you have to believe me. I was just so focused with dance training that I forgot about the other big part of my life...You guys. I know I have been an utter moron, but I just want things to go back to the way they were," I said pleadingly now, trying to get them to understand how sorry and full of regret I really was.

Slowly, Bex and Liz looked up, smiles spreading across their faces. "We forgive you," they said together, and got up to give me a warm hug.

"I missed you guys so much!" I said.

"We missed you more!" cried Bex and Liz, squeezing me a little tighter.

Just after we had settled down, Macey came in, smiled, and said "Finally, I thought you guys would never kiss and make up!"

We decided to pull an all nighter, which meant a 'Bourne' marathon and lots of gossiping. We managed to get caught up to speed with what had happened in the last month of each others' lives. Apparently Bex now had a boyfriend called Grant, also an artist, who she described as 'insanely hot and muscley'. On the other hand, Liz also had a love interest, and although they weren't official or anything, this so called 'Jonas' was her 'perfect match'. He was a musician, supposedly in a band with none other than Zachary Goode. Unfortunately, on my part there wasn't much to tell about my month, just readying myself for the dance solo and learning lines. Although I had one of the main parts, acting was the least of my worries, dance always my number one priority.

A week later, I was rushing down the south side of campus, arms full of books, when I banged into what felt like a brick wall. As readied myself for the impact of hitting the ground, I realised I wasn't falling, and this apparent brick wall's arms were wrapped around my waist in an attempt to steady me. I looked up see Zach staring at me harshly. I was acutely aware of his arms around me, and evidently so was he, because as soon as I opened my mouth to apologize for bashing in to him, he rapidly dropped his arms as if he's been shocked.

"Watch where you're going," he sneered, then stormed off. As I turned to watch him go, I noticed that he had a guitar on his back, meaning he probably was friends with my best friend's soon to be boyfriend. Great, just what I needed, more time around the moody musician who always makes me so confused.

Shaking my head, I carried on my way to the recording studio. I found Liz sat there waiting for me; she was going to help me compose some new music for my solo. After a few hours of playing the piano and messing about, Liz said she had to leave, as she'd promised to meet Jonas.

"Awwww, young love!" I said teasingly.

She just stuck her tongue out at me and rolled her eyes, saying, "Oh shut up Cam. Anyway, here are the keys, I was meant to lock up tonight, but you can stay for a little while if you like." She chucked the keys to me and a caught them in one hand, thanking her and telling her I'd see her in the dorm room later.

After Liz had left, I went back into the recording booth, not bothering to turn the microphones off. I figured nobody would come here at 10.30 at night, nobody would hear me play. I sat down on the stool in front of the piano, and let my fingers slide along the keys smoothly. Playing the piano, and various other instruments, had always come naturally to me. As I played, I sang whatever came into my head, random thoughts, lyrics, memories all put into a melodic tune. Usually when I did this, I sang about my sister, and today was no different. I couldn't help it; I just missed her so much. Tears came to my eyes as I sang, the memory of her still sore to think about.

All of a sudden I heard loud clapping outside of the booth, breaking me out of my reverie. So much for being alone. I kept my head bowed, not wanting to see the person who had witnessed my somewhat secret musical talents.

As soon as I heard a voice say, "That was amazing, you must be the new kid," I knew that my music being heard was the least of my problems. It was Zach's voice. Even worse, he didn't recognise me; he thought I was the 'new kid'. He's going to get a big surprise when he sees me sat here and not some new musical prodigy.

I peeked up from the curtain of hair shrouding my face to see him standing there outside the booth with a friendly smile (something I have never seen before) on his face. I definitely didn't want to have to explain my music playing to Zach of all people. I hated the fact that the ending to this situation was inevitable, Zach would see me and get angry, just like every other time he sees me. This time it was worse though, because we were truly alone, meaning he doesn't have to hold back his insults or unkindness, there are no witnesses.

He made his way into the booth, and once he was inside said, "That was really great, you'll fit right in with the music department. I'm Zach by the way."

I finally looked up, and his expression went from awe-struck to shocked, which quickly turned into a glare filled with anger, hatred and disgust.

"What the hell do you think you are doing in here?" he growled.

I quickly stood up, stepping away from the piano, and managed to get out a weak, "I'm s-s-sorry, I was j-just about to leave."

"Yeah, well don't think about coming back. The recording studio is a place for lowly musicians, not high and mighty stuck up dancers who manage to claim everything else at this school. Now get out" he sneered nastily.

I rushed out of the recording booth, both stunned and frightened from his outburst. Then I stopped and turned around to face him. No way was I going to let him call me stuck up! I was not like every other bitchy rich girl at this school. How dare he?!

"I am not stuck up!" I exclaimed, angry now.

"Yeah you are, don't even try to deny it," he said, with every word taking a step towards me. "You and all the other dancers think you can just boss everyone around. You don't give a shit about how unequal everyone else in this school is treated. You're just a shallow bitch who uses her talent to get everything she wants. You're all the same. You disgust me!" he was shouting now.

By this point, he had cornered me, and tears were streaming down my face. I started hyperventilating, having flashbacks of my mum. She was beating me, abusing me, calling me a 'worthless bitch'. She forced me to train to become a pro-dancer, just like my sister was before she died, otherwise she wouldn't feed me. I remember her screaming, "One of you idiots have already failed in carrying on the family success. Don't expect anything from me until you're the dancer your sister never could be!" I felt her punches, slaps and kicks as if she were here. I started to shout, "Get away from me mum, stop, it hurts!"

Then I heard Zach's voice say, "Gallagher girl, stop, it's okay. I won't hurt you. Calm down Cam!" I realised my mum wasn't here. Zach wasn't my mother. I needed to stop struggling, to stop letting him see me like this. The flashbacks left as quickly as they had come, leaving a startled and shocked looking Zach in front of me. I couldn't help it, I let out all of my tears, breaking down into sobs. He just watched me for a moment, before coming and awkwardly rubbing my back, trying to make me feel better.

After I'd calmed down a bit, Zach stood up and held out his hand for me to take without saying a word, his face now expressionless. I took his hand, and he hauled me up, then said, "I should probably take you back to your dorm," not mentioning my little 'episode'. I just nodded my head and kept my eyes focused on the ground.

We reached my room after five minutes of a very awkward silence. I turned to thank Zach for walking me back, and unexpectedly he pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were just as soft as the first time I felt them, but under the circumstances it felt wrong. When we pulled away and I looked to him for some sort of explanation, he just looked at me with the same stony expression from before.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of pure anger. How dare he say all of those horrible things to me, kiss me, and then act like nothing happened?! Before I knew it, my hand was stinging and there was a red mark on his face. I had slapped him...Whoa, I didn't even know I had that in me! "You don't know me Zachary Goode. I am not stuck up, I am not shallow and I certainly am not a bitch. You can't just treat people like this you know? You kiss me twice and act like it was nothing, and then treat me like some shit you just stepped in. God, what is wrong with you?" it burst out of me, and I didn't expect a reply. Nor did I get one, he was utterly speechless, mouth hanging open and everything. I gave him a sarcastic smile, patted his cheek (the one I slapped) and said, "Close your mouth Zach, you'll catch flies," and with that I turned and went into my room.

I went straight to bed, not even bothering to get changed. None of my roommates were in, since it was only 11pm and curfew is 12am on a Friday night. I broke down in tears again, thankfully time nobody was here to witness it.

AN: Hey everybody, I hope you liked this chapter! I know it was a bit heavy and serious, but I promise that this isn't a dark story about abuse or anything! It was mainly just this flashback, I wanted to show a bit of Cammie's past and the reason she is the way she is. And don't worry, Zach will be back to his cocky self soon enough, just bare with me. Originally I didn't write in the kiss in the ending, but I thought that there should be at least a little Zammie to keep you happy. There will be more as the chapters go on though! Once again, please review, follow and favourite the story, it means so much to me hearing what you think! Also, don't be afraid to tell me things you don't like, I appreciate any constructive criticism so that I can improve. For now it's adios from me, I promise I'll update soon though, love ya! ~XOXO