He then pulled me up in a swift efficient motion. He smirked, knowing that I was blushing out of control. As soon as I looked up I saw that he had a distant look on his face. I quickly glanced around as no one saw what happened - they were too busy dancing themselves. When I looked back up. Zach looked strained, like he was fighting an inner battle. I looked over my should to see if he was staring at someone, but when I looked back Zach was gone.

He disappeared out of thin air.

"ZACH KISSED YOU?" I shrunk a little bit as I told Mace what happened. She always knew what boys were doing or what they were thinking. She was my boy teacher I guess.

"Yeah," I quietly replied. She started pacing around.

"What happened after that?" she quickly got out. She stopped, leaned on my desk, then fixed her gaze on me.

"Uh, he pulled me up. Then he got a distant look, and then turned into a strained look. I looked back to see if he was looking at someone and turned back around and he was gone."

"You didn't feel him remove his arms?"

I blushed before replying, "No." She sighed as she paced around again.

"He likes you."

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Mace. He told me that before."

"But he left."

"Should we call you Captain Obvious?"

"He looked… distracted."

"To say the least."

"Cammie, SHUT UP."

I sat and stared at Macey as she pondered what happened. I guess it wasn't like normal boy cases. She sighed then walked out of the room. I sat there, stupidly, like a duck sitting on a pond. After about ten minutes she came back.

"Go to sleep while I figure this out."

And that's exactly what I did.

I got to school and everything was normal. Or as normal as things could be after the dance. The bell rang and I was off to first period. Gym. Fun business. Gym was equivalent to Zach. Again, fun business. I got in the gym and made a beeline for the locker rooms. So far only Mace knew about the kiss, and I didn't want anyone else to know.

I got out and made sure to avoid Zach.

That was the game plan I played for the next two weeks.

It was Friday morning. Somehow I was able to avoid Zach for the past few weeks. AMAZINGLY.

I walked in the gym, only to be surprised. Like REALLY surprised. Kyle was sitting on the bleachers. First of all that was weird. He was usually pretty good about going to class. But surely he wasn't… IN this class. The thing that really surprised me? The person who was standing next to him.

Margaret Kaitlin Carter.

I ran, no sprinted over to them. I didn't even know I could go that fast, but I was flying at an impossible speed. I slammed into MK, sort of using her as my break. She stumbled a little bit but surprisingly stayed steady.

"Whoa, hello to you too, Cammie," MK spoke out. I laughed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"The team was stopping by," she simply stated, but from my stupid/confused face she continued on. "We had to go down to Florida for some, err business, and now we're returning to Lake Placid." I still stared at her dumbly. I was definitely missing something. "Winter Olympics?" THAT'S RIGHT! MK was on the U21 girls Olympic team!

"Oh," was my stunning reply. She just laughed at my great reply.

"So are you doing a winter sport?" MK asked.

"Yeah! I'm doing alpine ski!" She gave me a weird look before shaking it off.

"Sorry. They started a stupid snowball fight before we left," she stated before looking far off. She looked back and saw that I was giving her the 'elaborate' look. "Well snow fell on some Canadian's drink and knocked it out of his hand. Then they blamed it on the near by Swedish who were only having a good time. Then we evolved into a huge snowball fight. Don't get me wrong, it was fun… but totally unnecessary." She sighed and then looked at me.

"I hope you're having a good time," she laughed. I smiled. I was having fun.

"I am. I've gotten pretty good," I semi-bragged. I didn't like to brag but considering it was my first year I had it down pretty good. I had gotten third place already.

"You're just athletic," MK rolled her eyes.

"So you play hockey right," Kyle spoke up. Whoa, I totally forgot he was even here!

"Yep. Pretty damn proud of it too," she said with a huge grin. It made me want to laugh. Her being around made me so carefree. It was nice to kick back and relax for a while. Just for the day. The classes flew by with MK 'shadowing' me. She followed me around to all of my classes talking about what was new with her or about things she wanted to talk about or even just rant.

I told her about my race tonight. It was in Maryland and the race was on Saturday (since everyone was going in on Friday). I told her about everything basically. I might have even let a little talk about Zach slip out.

"HE KISSED YOU?"

"MK, SHUT UP," I hissed as some people looked over. I blended in the crowd so they wouldn't see who she was talking too. After a while I let her catch up with me.

"I should punch him. I'm going to. Next time I see that kid-"

"MK. Really."

Mk sighed and shot me a worried glance. "Do you like Kyle?" I froze. Why would she ask that.

"Yeah, why?"

"Nevermind. So where is your race today?" We went on to talk about sports and everything. Once we got to my locker I paused and thought what class I had next. Usually it was so automatic. That was when I realized that it was time to go home. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying not to laugh. I spun around and gave her the death glare. That's what put her over the edge. She just cracked up.

"At least I got through the day!" She just laughed even more. We went to the gym and found Kyle shooting baskets, as usual.

"Hey Kyle!"

Before I knew it Kyle had pulled me into playing lightning with him. We were at it for about fifteen minutes before MK got tired of it.

"Can you guys be done?"

"MC, what's up with you? You usually don't mind," Kyle flashed her a smile before he shot.

"I finish what I start," I replied back.

"Well I taught you how to play hockey and you still haven't learned!" Kyle understood it and he cracked up for about five minutes straight with MK while I got to take the insult.

"I don't play hockey," I simply replied.

"Don't you have to get ready for your race?" MK suddenly asked. Then I remembered that the bus left in (I had to glace at the clock), fifteen minutes.

"SHIT!" I yelled and ran out. I heard their laughter and byes. I ran home. It took me about five minutes. Then I had to get ready and packed and ready to go. Another five minutes. I got Grant to give me a ride and I made it just in time.

"Morgan! Your stuff was here but you weren't!" Mr. Thompson told me.

"Yeah, sorry. Sorry. Lost track of time," I smoothly replied. I walked onto the stage coach and looked around and saw the only seat that was open was next to Zach. Who was staring out the window. I made my way over and sat next to him. I saw him glance over, not moving his head once, before returning to looking out the window. The past few weeks. We haven't really talked. It was almost as if he was avoiding me too. When we had to talk it was all cryptic. Like he was messing with me. He almost never gave me a straight answer, and if he did it was a yes or no question. Whenever I would get sick of his stupid messages and ask him why he wouldn't tell me straight, he simply replied 'You're a Gallagher girl. You're smart.' Finally I got sick of the silence.

"Why are you so cryptic?"

"I'm like a magician, Gallager Girl. I know all, see all, and DON'T share secrets."

"But you're sneaky." He didn't reply so I took it as a sign to go on. "You're more like a spy."

Finally he looked over at me, with a smirk on his face. I tried really hard not to blush, but I'm pretty sure I failed at that. Miserably. Then he went back to staring out the window. Just like that. He didn't even say anything after he smirked. It wasn't him, he wasn't acting normal.

"Zach, what's wrong?"

He didn't reply. Instead I felt one of his hands mess up my hair. "Zach," I pressed in a more demanding voice.

"Nothing you have to worry about," he quietly replied. That was ride. Yeah, those few lines up there? That's ALL we said. He wouldn't speak or even look at me. After about two hours I started to get tired. I gave in. I needed all the energy for tonight. Then I let the sleep over take me.

I woke up and it was dark. I was pretty sure that it was 'sleeping' time. The shades were drawn and the lights were turned off. A couple of lights were on, but the three or four were scattered throughout the whole bus. A chill went down my spine and I tugged at the blanket and pulled it to me closer.

Hold up, blanket?

I drowsily looked up to find a blanket around me, along with the person across the aisle sleeping against the aisle. That's when I realized I wasn't facing the seat. I sat up a little straighter and something moved by my leg. I resisted the urge to scream and tried to think straight. Suddenly I heard I small groan near my ear and I instantly knew that I was sleeping with Zach.

Again.

I put my head back and my head rolled into his neck. His body radiation was super warm and it made me want to move closer on the semi-warm bus. I slowly relaxed into his body and I felt a constricting on my stomach. Great, that probably meant that his arms were wrapped around me. I tried to pull my arms up but I felt an arm in the way. Definitely cleared that up.

My eye lids started to get heavy and I was getting tired again. I relaxed into Zach and fell asleep once again.

Zach P.O.V.

I was staring out the window. Where was she? She's never late. She was probably with MC and Kyle. My stomach coiled as I thought his name. God, is this what jealously feels like? Because I want out. Now.

"Morgan! Your stuff was here but you weren't!" I heard Mr. Thompson say in a . . . Strong voice.

"Yeah, sorry. Sorry. Lost track of time," I heard her make up some flimsy excuse. I knew that was a lie. She must have been hanging out with them. I stared out the window, determined not to talk to her.

I heard her light footsteps reach the aisle of the bus. The bus roared to life as she stood at the front. After a while I heard her footsteps come closer and closer. Then I felt the seat next to me sink. Damn. She sat next to me. I stared out the window, even more determined not to talk to her. But then she decided to speak.

"Why are you so cryptic?" I sat, pondering whether to answer her or not. Then I thought it would be mean not to talk to her for the whole ride. Might as well get it out of the way now.

"I'm like a magician, Gallager Girl. I know all, see all, and DON'T share secrets."

"But you're sneaky," she replied. She sat a moment, probably waiting for me to interject something. I didn't though. I was sneaky. I was selfish. I wanted her to like me. "You're more like a spy."

I looked at her. She thought I was a spy? I smirked. I thought of laughing but thought better of it. Just as quickly as I flashed my signature smirk I looked away. I knew she was blushing, but I didn't tell her that.

"Zach, what's wrong?" she asked after a while. I didn't reply. Why was she pressing me so much? I wasn't liking it. But I guess it wasn't about me liking it. I rubbed her head, hoping she would get a clue. Instead she said, "Zach," more forcefully.

I gave a quiet sigh before replying, "Nothing you have to worry about." After that I didn't say a single word. I just stared out the window. It was horrible. Two hours of just letting my mind wander about things I didn't want to think about. Why two hours? After two hours, I felt motion to my left. I quickly glanced over and I saw Cammie starting to fade. Her eyelids were half draped, and she was starting to slump. Then her eyelids completely shut and she breathed peacefully. Her body rose up and down in a fluid motion, confirming she was sleeping.

"Hey, Carly," I softly called. The girl across the aisle blushed and looked up. She was your normal girl, who no one would probably see unless they were her friend. She was like Cammie, except Cammie was WAY prettier. WAY. WAY. WAY. Prettier. Did I emphasis WAY?

"Yeah, Zach," she blurted out in a soft voice. People around us were starting to sleep also and I knew that soon everyone was going to be sleeping.

"Can you do me a favor and pull out my pillow and blanket from the-" she was already up and giving me my pillow and blanket. "Eeer, thanks I guess," I quickly thanked her and she went back to her seat and looked the other way. Awwwwkkkkwwwarrrd.

I put the pillow behind me and leaned back onto the window. I was a little hot still (I was wearing an Under Armor turtleneck, two sweatshirts, and the coat I just shredded off) and I was about to put the blanket down when I saw Cam visibly shiver. By then the lights were all off and the shades were all drawn. I sighed as I draped the blanket over Cammie. As I did so I saw her slide. 'Please not towards me, please not towards me.'

God just didn't want to listen to me today.

Or maybe it was Aphrodite that was messing things up.

That didn't matter though. My current problem was Cammie sound asleep on my chest. I let out frustrated sigh as I let her get comfortable. Her back was faced toward me and her head was on my chest. She clutched the blanket tighter to her as she pushed closer to my body. I shut my eyes, praying for sleep. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so bad about it. This time God knows who listened to me.

I was asleep in no time.

I woke up from a little movement. I looked down and saw Cammie fluttering open her eyes. Damn. I had no part in this what-so-ever. Then I realized that my arms had wound themselves around Cammie's torso. Well so much for acting innocent. She pulled the blanket closer to her, or shrugging it, or however you say it. Basically she covered her neck.

She then took in her surroundings and then straightened a little bit. She jarred my leg (that had somehow found itself under her legs) so I moved it to rid the pain. She immediately froze. Slowly she calmed down and she started to get comfortable, by moving around on me. She jammed her hand down on my gut as she was about to reposition herself. What could I do? It was painful. I let out a small and quick groan unable to control it. She tensed for a millisecond before relaxing again.

She put her head in the crook of my neck and cuddled - yes cuddled - on top of me. I knew that it had something to do with the cold bus though. By the looks of it she was only wearing a sweatshirt and her coat. Besides her shirt I mean.

I'll shut up.

She slowly relaxed into my body and I held her closer to me. She put a little pressure on my arms, as if she were trying to raise hers, but I kept my arms right where they were. I heard her yawn and then I felt her completely relax. Then I heard her steady breathing. She was asleep, once again.

I was tired too, and was about to fall asleep when I felt Cammie shift on top of me again. This time she made it quick and she turned her whole body around. She rested her head on the other side of my neck now and her steady breathing came back. Finally I thought I wouldn't be disrupted if I tried to sleep. My eye lids were closed but I felt her arm move. 'PLEASE not again'.

Instead I felt her small hand clutch my sweatshirt.

She… me… My arms pulled her much closer to my body and I buried my face in her hair.

God, why did I have to love her so much?

I love her.

I love Cammie Morgan.

Ha ha h. Like how I incorporated the coca cola snowball fight commercial? I like that commercial. :)

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