Author's Note: I seriously completely forgot about this fanfic, I'm SO SORRY for the almost 3 weeks wait. Hope I'm forgiven! :) Well here's chapter 9! Those of you who have a Tumblr, please follow me Droptopping|Tumblr. Enjoy!

""Spying on me, are you now, Cammie?"

I looked up into his green eyes. The funny thing is? I wasn't surprised that he caught me.

I scoff pathetically as I stood up, brushing my knees.

"Spying?" I replied, my voice sarcastically cold, "I was observing," He chuckles.

"Observing what?" He crosses his arms, tucking the black phone inside his jean pocket, "Or should I say, observing who?" There goes that annoying smirk.

"The carpet," I replied, I could feel myself begin to smile, "It's ridiculously filthy," He smiles at me, and I smile back. "So who was that you were with on the phone?" His smile flashed off of his face, snap! just like that. He shifts his feet and jams his hands into his pocket.

"No one," he snaps, his voice cold and harsh, "None of your business,"

They were lost. Incredibly helpless. I was so amused, hysterical even, watching Maracelle's posse. They were scared, like a bunch of deer in a crowd of lions, with Maracelle around, everyone respected them, complimented them, and always smiled and said hi. But Maracelle wasn't here. People were pushing them, bumping into them, yelling at them to move faster in line. Whatever, they were hopeless, and even though I know it's cold, I enjoyed every second of it. The 6 six girls sat in next to the center table. Usually, they OWNED the center table, nobody dared to sit there without their permission.

A crowd 2nd graders took their spot, glared at them to beat it. Andrea grabbed her lunch and finally sat with them. There was a safe feeling within them, relieved to have Andrea to protect them.

It was lunch, the cafeteria was awfully quieter than it usually was. I sat in the far table in the corner next to five other 3rd graders who probably didn't even know I was there.

I stab my chicken nugget with my plastic spork [combination between a fork and a spoon] and

dipped it in my ketchup, popping it into my mouth. I looked around the cafeteria. Surprisingly? It was peaceful. Where was Maracelle today? She was here earlier. I looked around for Zach, he wasn't here also.

I don't know why, but sitting in class, watching Maracelle's empty chair made me kind of, nerve-racked. Maracelle had the perfect attendance. She was never absent, never late, and never had to go home early. Something was up, and Zach was involved.

"Oh Dear Lord," Mrs. Wieber said aloud, "Where's Maracelle?" She looked around the class, hoping someone to reply to her.

"I don't know," Andrea replied, as everyone looked at her, "I haven't seen her since we went to lunch."

Mrs. Wieber looked awfully troubled. Her skin turned paler than it already was, and eyes started to blink faster than normal.

"And where is Zachary?" Mrs. Wieber said again, as she saw his empty chair. She looked at me. AT ME, as if I was responsible for him!

I just shrugged at her, and could feel my stomach starting to go queasy. Mrs. Wieber paced back and forth, and picked up the classroom phone. She punched in some numbers, and the whole class waited in silence.

"Hello?" Mrs. Wieber said into the handset, "Hi, it's Julie here, we have two missing students, Zachary Goode and Maracelle Langsdorf, have they already been excused home yet?" Another death pause as Mrs. Wieber's eyes bulged out of her sockets, "Okay, okay. Thank-you, please call me if-," She stopped herself and looked at us, "if anything happens," She slams the headset down and her whole body began to shake.

"Mrs. Wieber?" Diana called out. Diana was Andrea's second best friend, who was also, unfortunately, another Maracelle follower, "Are you okay?"

Mrs. Wieber barely nods her head,

"Is Zach and Maracelle okay?" Diana said again.

Mrs. Wieber snapped out of the trance she was in, as if a switch was turned, she sat up straighter, her smile spreading once more, and said, "Of course! They're both fine!" It was slightly scary.

Even through the bright, loving smile of my teacher, I knew she was lying. Something was definitely up, and I got a bad feeling about this.

He was just there. I'm not even kidding.

After much ruckus in the school building, including phone calls to the office, to the parents and guardian of Maracelle and Zach, and then finally to the police; it felt like forever until afternoon recess. I'm sitting on the swings by myself, rocking it back and forth with my leg, when suddenly, somebody grabs my swing seat and starts to push. My natural instinct was to flip over and body slam them into the woodchips, but the way the strong hands grabbed it, made the hair on my neck stand up on its ends and I was completely paralyzed.

"Hey there, Cammie," a soft voice whispers in my ear, making my stomach twist insanely. I spun around, hopping off of the swing, pushing him away from me, hard. He stumbled back a couple steps, but then catches himself, and he's laughing through it all, laughing!

"Where were you Zachary Goode?" I looked deep into his hysterical eyes, "You got us worried sick!" The moment the words escaped my lips, I wish I never said them.

His eyebrows raised, his eyes sparkled, and a bright glint popped on his face.

"Us?" He repeats me, "Us?" He pauses, "Oh, you were worried about me?" He says mockingly, stepping towards me. I step back. He steps forward, I step back.

Scoffing, I said sarcastically, "Worried? About you?" I fake a careless laugh, "I was more worried about Maracelle!" I cock my hips at him, "You know, her little posse is very, very, lost without her, I'm dearly worried about them," I gesture to the group, sitting on the picnic bench, hunched together like lost puppies in a cardboard box.

Zach's smile disappeared instantly, for a second, I thought he was actually offended. "Cammie, I need to talk to you," He looks at me, straight in the eye, his face suddenly serious.

I bite my bottom lip, "Um… okay," I reply, shifting my weight, looking down at my shoes awkwardly.

After a moment of silence, I finally look up at him.

"Cammie," He says, his voice shaky, "I need your help,"

I look at him sideways, his blue T-shirt and baggy jeans really brings out the colors of his eyes…. Oh yea… what were we talking about? I suddenly snapped back into reality, just in time to hear him say,

"Maracelle's been kidnapped,"