Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls, but trust me, if I could, I would!

Author's note: Hey y'all how are you on this fine day? I really hope you liked my last chapter, your reviews were, as always, very kind! Can we just take a minute to have a little fanfiction party to celebrate having over 40 reviews?! Really, you guys are the best! Here is chapter 9, I hope you love it :)

Here's the thing about being a kid in a wheelchair, not only do your arms ache like hell, but people treat you like a 2 year old who can't tie their shoelaces. By the end of my morning classes, I must have cussed at nearly 20 people (in my head of course, out loud would be mean!) They constantly wanted to know if I would like help with my books or needed to be pushed to my next class. One person even asked if I needed help writing (I know right, can you see my aggravation?)

This afternoon I had the pleasure of trying out art and then music, but with a free study period in between. I was hoping to get Bex and Liz as my mentors who would 'show me the ropes'. At least then it would be a bit fun. As I rolled myself towards the art department and saw Bex standing there, I started to think that luck was finally on my side.

"Hello stranger," Bex said jokingly, her British accent strong, which always happened when she got excited. I guess us both being in an art lesson together was much more appealing to her than it was for me.

"Hi Bex," I replied with an easy smile.

"So, guess who your mentor for art is?" she asked me happily, as if I didn't know (she was stood right in front of me!)

I tapped my chin, pretending to ponder my answer, but she just rolled my eyes at the theatrics and said, "Come on, we're already 10 minutes late," then grabbed my chair and rolled me inside.

We were given one hour to pain a still life picture using the objects given in front of us. The most I had managed to do by the end of the lesson was arrange the objects into various different positions. My painting attempt was more than pathetic, and when everybody was showing off their amazing artwork I was trying to hide my single pink line on my A3 piece of paper. Once the lesson was over and we were dismissed, I said my goodbyes to Bex and made my way to the library for my free study.

As I was pushing myself along the sidewalk, I heard a, "Hey Cammie! Wait up!" being called from behind me. I turned around to see Josh, one of the Blackthorne boys I had met over their stay here. I didn't know him well, so I was rather confused as to why he was even talking to me.

"Hey Josh," I replied with a slightly questioning tone to my voice.

"You have a free now right? I was just wondering if you wanted me to help push you there, since we're...you know...in the same class," he asked awkwardly.

"Sure," I said back, not wanting to be rude. After a minute of uncomfortable silence I asked, "So Josh, what's the real reason you came over and spoke to me. We've barely talked all year...so why now?" I didn't want to be unkind, but it was kind of strange.

He cleared his throat as if he was nervous and then said, "Well actually, I came over here to ask you if you maybe wanted to go to dinner with me during the week?"

As I sat there speechless, I heard laughter to the right of me. It was Zach walking with his friends; they were also in the same class as me. We made eye contact, and as he walked past me, he said with a mocking tone, "Jimmy? Really Gallagher girl, you'd choose him over me? Oh well, your loss" and then walked away snickering.

Josh just rolled his eyes, then looked at me expectantly. I just sighed and said, "Sorry Josh, you seem like a really nice guy. I'm just not looking for a relationship right now, I'm already stressed enough as it is with the injuries. Maybe some other time though," or maybe not, I thought in my head.

He replied with a sarcastic, "Riiight, not looking for a relationship? Or just not looking for a relationship with me? You shouldn't waste your time on Goode you know? He may act like some sort of 'gentleman' but at least if you went out with me I'd be able to show you a good time. But you're to innocent for that, aren't you Cammie, you're frigid. Saving yourself for the one? Well trust me, with those bruises and scars on your face you shouldn't expect to 'get some' for a looong time," and with that, he stormed off, leaving me feeling sadder and uglier than I did when I looked (and smashed) into the mirror yesterday. A few tears slid down my face, but I had gotten them under control soon enough.

When I rolled myself into the library, Josh and all his asshole friends started laughing in my direction. I wheeled past them angrily, and heard lots of wolf whistles and cat calls, obviously Josh had told them of our little encounter. I parked myself at the wooden desk at the back of the library, trying to tune everyone out. That was, until Zach came and sat in front of me.

"What do you want now Zach?" I asked with venom in my voice.

"What I want is to know why you are choosing Jimmy over me. I thought we were finally getting along," he asked angrily, like he had any right to be angry at me right now!

"Excuse me Zachary Goode, but I am not choosing that sleazebag Josh over you. I'm not even choosing you for God's sake. Why would I choose you when you judge me before you even know the full situation? And by the way Zach, you don't own me, so it wouldn't matter if I did decide to go on a date with him, or any other guy for that matter. Now can you please leave me alone," I finished, looking him in the eye harshly, making him flinch.

"Cammie...I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I don't care Zach, just go away," and with that, he left, looking annoyed and sorry at the same time.

The rest of the free period passed my quickly, thoughts of how to get back and dancing still swimming in my mind. I came up with only one solution, a poor one at that, but working hard in the gym to build up my strength and get better definitely out ruled wheelchair dancing.

When I finally reached the music department, I looked for Liz, but to my surprise (and disappointment) Zach was stood outside the entrance. I felt myself growing angrier as he made his way over to me (I had a right to as well!)

"Hi," he said, but I just nodded in acknowledgment, not bothering to waste my breath on him any longer. "We better get to class," he tried again, but I just looked at him blankly. You could practically taste the tension and awkwardness in the air.

He walked around behind me to push my chair, but I quickly wheeled out of the way before he could reach it. "I can push myself you know, I don't want or need your help," I snapped.

"Suit yourself," he mumbled, then set off, expecting me to follow him. Rude, I know (I still followed him though).

We eventually reached as small room; nobody else was there, which seemed strange. I looked at Zach expectantly, but all he said was, "Play it," and pointed to the piano in the corner of the room.

"What?" I asked dumbly, thinking I had heard him wrong.

"You heard me correctly. Since everyone else is off practicing an instrument or singing, I figured you may as well do something proactive," he said to me as if it should have been obvious.

"But I don't even play," I moaned.

"Sure you do, I heard you remember? You're great at singing and brilliant playing the piano. You just need a confidence boost. Really Cammie, you don't give yourself enough credit," he replied.

"What's the point in trying anyway? I'm going to be back dancing in a few days. I'll just be wasting my time."

It was like a switch had suddenly been flipped, instead of trying to be encouraging he was angry. He threw his hands in the air and shouted, "Cut the crap Gallagher girl. Get over it, you're not going to dance again, and even if you do, it won't be competitively. So what, you don't get your solo? Big deal! Not everybody gets what they want you know? You need to face the fact that you practically have two broken feet and cannot stand up, and you probably won't for another few months. I'm out of here, I would say see you around, but apparently you're too good to stick around in the music department and try something new," and then stormed out.

I could not believe he just said that to me! It's like one minute he's the hero, and the next he's the evil villain. His mood swings were giving me a headache and heartache, and quite frankly, at that moment, I wasn't sure what was worse. He just made me so angry. Feeling more than annoyed, I wheeled myself out and towards the girls' dorms with the intentions of getting some workout shorts and a vest top. I needed to go to the gym and regain my strength. I had to prove everyone wrong. I could dance and I would dance, nothing was going to stop me.

AN: I hope you guys liked the update! I tried to put a bit of happy Zammie in there, even though there was basically nothing! Don't worry though, the happy couple will be with us soon enough. Please don't forget to review for me, I know it's effort but it means so much to me, even those of you who don't have an account! In your reviews, if you could mention to me if you'd like a bit more of Grant or Jonas in the reviews, that would be great. I am happy to bring them in to this, but I wasn't sure if y'all wanted it to be a strictly Zammie story. Anyway, wherever you are in the world, I hope you have, or have had a lovely day. Love you guys more than apple pie ~XOXO