Sorry I haven't updated in a really long time. I'm just very occupied with water polo. I'm trying to get a spot on varsity and we just got a new psycho coach, so I have been busting my ass off. If your religious, I'd appreciate some prayers on this because I have been working for this ever since I was in sixth grade and I kind of got screwed over when my old coach left (I was his only player that he had coached before high school). Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Cammie's Point of View

Zach grabs my hand as we walk through down town. I smile, Zach's hand was warm in strong. Although it was only September, the evening had a slight chill to it, indicating that fall was fast approaching.

"So I take it as a yes, you trust me?" Zach smirks.

"Don't prove me wrong, Goode." I say lightly, but on the inside I was afraid. I was taught to never trust anyone.

Zach clears his throat. At that point we had stopped walking. He shifts his foot from the left to the right uneasily. I feel a pang in my heart, clear signs that something was up.

"Gallagher Girl, there's something I need to tell you."

I knew he was too good to be true. I mentally kick myself for being so stupid to trust him, "What is it Zach?"

He takes a deep breath and pauses for a second. His green eyes looking as if they were searching for the truth. The pause seemed to last for an eternity, "I have a major addiction to pancakes. Can we go to this Denny's?" He gestures to the diner across the street.

I nod, "Let's go." Zach's hand is still in mine as we run across the street looking like two love-struck college students.

But as we sit down, the stabbing feeling in my heart that materialized a few moments ago when Zach told me about his "secret" did not disappear. Uncle Joe always taught me to trust that feeling. But, Uncle Joe also taught me to use my knowledge. If Zach was keeping something from me, why would he take that long to lie about it? Even the 7th graders at Gallagher Academy were able to come up with a lie without a moment's hesitation. But what if he was throwing me off?

"I'm going to get the all you can eat pancakes," Zach says over his menu, "What are you going to get?"

I realize that I was staring at my menu without even comprehending what was on it, "I think I'm going to get the salad." I push aside the suspicions that I had of Zach as he scoffs at my decision.

"Who goes to Denny's and orders a salad? That's like going to a donut shop and ordering a bagel that's 2 weeks old and soggy and burnt."

I laugh, "Wow...your pretty passionate about your Denny's."

"I'm passionate about everything, Gallagher Girl." Zach says in a mock seductive voice.

"Oooookay, Mr. Passionate, what do you recommend me to eat? Since you are such an expert at what to get here."

"The Grand Slam, and I call dibs on your bacon."

"Bloody hell you're eating my bacon!"

Zach smirks, "Bloody hell? Looks like somebody's been hanging out with Bex a little too much."

He was right, with my strictly enforced restrictions, Bex was the outlet for human interaction for me. "Grounded remember?"

"Oh...right." He chuckles, "We better not get caught. I don't want to be on the First Agent's hated list."

Our meal comes and we eat it quickly. Zach ate about 8 pancakes.

"So you ready to go back to jail?"

I groan, "Do we have to go now?" I was having too much fun to return back to hell.

"Well...there is a fair down the road."

I break out into a wide grin, "Let's go!"

Kind of short, but this took me a while to write. So what do you think? Should she trust Zach? What is is that he is hiding? Review!