Cammie POV
After class I changed into jean shorts (not too short) and a plain black tank top. Wherever Zach was taking me was mostly likely going to be a hidden passageway or possibly a secret tunnel leading to the P&E barn.
I jogged down the steps and down into the foyer. Zach stood in the center, which was almost empty except for a few 7th graders.
"Are you ready," he asked, taking my hand and giving my forehead a light kiss.
I nodded.
We walked back up the stairs (much to my dismay) and turned to the left. After five minutes of complete silence I asked "Where are we going Zach?"
He smirked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
I groaned but continued to walk with him.
Two minutes later, we were at two double glass doors that were shut tightly.
Zach let go of my hand, placed it on the doorknob, twisted it and lowered his shoulder. He pushed his shoulder into the door and it made a sound of breaking glass but opened just fine.
"What's so special about-," I opened my eyes against the bright sunlight and gasped.
The view from the balcony was breathtaking.
The sky was a dark red and orange color with puffs of pink here and there. Birds flew over head of all different colors and when you looked down a focused you could see the grass blow in the wind. A slight breeze floated over us, carrying Zach's cologne over to me.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled.
It reminded me of when Zach used to come and push me on the swing in front of my house.
The memories were so powerful, tears came to my eyes.
"It's beautiful Zach," I whispered.
"Do you know what's more beautiful," he asked, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me to him.
"What," I asked, loosing myself in his eyes.
"You," he whispered and leaned down.
As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt myself start to melt. Zach's arms tightened around me and held me up against him. Our lips moved in sync and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I couldn't get enough of his lips! I had waited fourteen years for the feel of Zach's lips on mine. That was fourteen years I had to make up for.
Finally I pulled back, only so I could catch some breath.
Zach didn't give me three seconds before he kissed me again.
"Zach," I pulled back, "I can't breathe."
He chuckled and whispered "Hurry up and take a breath then."
He kissed me softly, my lips tender from our last kiss.
Our foreheads pressed against each other and I found myself staring into his eyes.
"I love you Cameron," he whispered, "I've loved you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
I bit my lip and held back the tears.
"I love you too Zach, so much."
He hugged me to him, running his hand up and down my back.
"I'll always be here for you Cammie, no matter what happens. I will try to be there for you and hold you and love you always," he whispered. I slid me arms around his neck and said "As long as you always stay with me, I will always be there for you Z."
He hugged me to his body tighter, his abs pressing against my own flat, toned stomach, distracting me slightly but I never moved my eyes from his.
"So Cammie…there's something I have to ask you."
"Yeah Zach?"
He got a nervous look (which I have never seen on Zachary Goode ever in my life) and cleared his throat.
"Will you…go out with me?"
I laughed and kissed him softly.
"You didn't even have to ask."
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We lay on the balcony; fingers locked together, bodies pressed together.
The stars had started to come out now and they illuminated Zach's eyes.
They were so gorgeous.
Every time I looked at them I felt butterflies flutter in my belly.
Zach let go of my hand and turned on his side.
He rested his hand on my hip and smiled at me.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful under the stars?"
I grinned and said "Since when did Zachary Goode become poetic?"
"What else is a guy to do at Blackthorne besides shoot guns and poison our teachers?" I laughed. "Don't guys usually talk about girls?"
His face got serious.
"Only guys who want only a girl's body."
I cast my eyes down.
"Don't worry Cam; your body is absolutely perfect, especially for me. But I want you to hold, kiss, and love. I want you to be my best friend, the person I can tell anything to," he lifted his hand up and ran his fingers through my hair.
"I just want to love you," he whispered and then smirked, "pretty, young thing."
I laughed at the stolen song lyrics and kissed his nose.
"You're poetic and a Michael Jackson."
He smirked that patented Zachary Goode smirk.
"Admit it, I'm Goode baby."