We'll Never Change

by Aliviababe5

Zach and Cammie have been friends since the beginning. They went to the same grade school. They hang out everyday together and are inseperable. They both know they will make it into Gallagher and Blackthorne. Now there's something about Zach that will put Cammie in danger and change their friendship. No matter what danger, one things stands. They'll never change.

16. Trying To Help

I stood outside of Gallagher with my arms wrapped around my waist.

Zach's hoodie hung loosely from my small frame but it still kept me warm.

Christmas was just around the corner and we were going on a mission to make sure the girls of Gallagher were still around to see Christmas. Strong warm arms slid around me adding warmth and I leaned my head back against the strong rock hard chest.

"No one would blame you if you stayed Cammie," Zach mumbled in my ear.

I shook my head.

"Everyone would blame me if I did."

"No. No they wouldn't."

"Yes Zach they would."

"How so?" I turned in his arms and turned to face him.

"I am the girl who brought all this trouble to Gallagher Zach.

If any of those seventh graders get hurt because of me…," I trailed off. "Cammie," he brushed the stray hairs that were being blown by the wind, "you didn't bring this trouble to Gallagher. Being at Gallagher brought it to you. No one is going to get hurt because of you."

I shivered; the cold was starting to seep through the hoodie. I turned away and pulled out of his arms. "Only time will tell Zach."

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We traveled in a van for three hours and fifty six minutes.

During that time I had been slept on, drooled on, and even sneezed on (Zach slept on me, Bex drooled on me, and Grant intentionally sneezed on me) (it wasn't a real sneeze).

I honestly hated car rides.

Just when I started getting car sick, Abby stopped the car and we all piled out (I climbed over everyone and jumped out).

"Where are we," Bex asked, her accent was thick with sleep.

Grant slid his hand into hers and then said "I believe we are on a runway for jets dear."

Bex was obviously awake enough to elbow him in the stomach.

"We're taking a jet," Liz asked, her semi-fear of heights. Jonas slid his fingers through hers (everyone seemed to be holding hands at this point except Zach and I; Zach was staying away so I wouldn't throw up on him.)

"It's the fastest way to get there without being traced," Abby explained.

In front of us stood a giant jet.

I squinted up at it and figured it was probably the only effective way to get somewhere.

Zach touched my waist and then walked up to the jet. It opened as soon as we came close to it.

"Are you guys coming," he asked cockily and then walked on. I hurried after him just to get out of the cold.