Final chapter in this Three Shot! No, no sequels. Don't ask. Lol! Just enjoy! If you want more of my stories, just check out Wake Up, another story of mine. So… yea! Final chapter, switching POVs.

I don't own Gallagher Girls.

You're Not Sorry

Cammie POV

Oh hell no.

They did not just spy on us.

I couldn't believe it! Were they really here? Was it really… Zach? I was gonna kill them. Or unleash Bex on them. Oh, she would go totally apeshit on those poor Blackthorne boys. Well, maybe Bex is too much of a punishment. Ugh, stupid internal conflicts!

I quickly exited the stage, Bex, Macey and Liz following in pursuit. I blushed as I replayed what just happened in my head. Oh my goodness, if Zach saw me do that, he would never let me hear the end of it! What were they doing here anyway? I felt my cheeks burn violently.

"Cam, what's wrong?" Liz panted. I weaved my way through the crowd, my girls struggling to follow. "Cam!" snapped Macey. I ignored them, frantically pushing my way through. Finally we were at the back exit where I had seen the boys leave through. That's when I turned around and looked at the annoyed faces of my friends.

"The boys are here," I said gravely. Their faces twisted into confusion.

"You mean Josh and his douche friends? Well duh…" Bex rolled her eyes. Liz nodded in oblivious agreement. Only Macey seemed to finally understand.

"You guys, I don't think she means those boys," Macey explained slowly. Her electric blue eyes never left mine. Only she understood the crucial aspect of this.

"The Blackthorne boys." I finished flatly, tearing my gaze away from Macey. Bex and Liz's eyes widened, both showing signs of distress. Suddenly, Bex turned red and clenched her fists.

"I'm going to murder their bloody arses! Let's go find those bastards!" she snarled. We all felt the same, so we just nodded, and exited the club.

They must have gotten a significant distance away from the restaurant, and if they had a car, we had no hope of catching them. So we quietly wandered the street searching for a likely spot they would be, until Bex grabbed my arm rashly.

"Cam! I see Grant!" she yelped. Our gazes snapped into a mini café where sure enough we saw a giant towering Grant hunched over the counter pointing at some muffins. And sure enough in the corner were Zach and Jonas looking very pissed off. It was obvious Grant was complaining about something stupid, because Jonas was twiddling his thumbs nervously and Zach was pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

I nodded to Macey and she entered the café quietly. Meanwhile, Bex, Liz and I hid in the shadows, blocking off any escape to the guys.

As the door swung open slightly from Macey's entrance, I heard Grant wail, "What do ya mean you don't sell blueberry muffins past nine o'clock? This is not fair!" the lady behind the counter looked aggravated as she attempted to explain again why they were out of blueberry muffins. I stifled a giggle as Bex facepalmed.

"That bloody idiot. I'm gonna chop off his balls, I swear!" she muttered under her breath. I barely heard her death threat before I saw Macey cock her hip and grin evilly. She said something and Zach and Jonas's eyes snapped towards her.

Nothing could do the look they had on their faces justice. It was pure terror. It was almost cruel that we had sent Macey to do this.I saw Zach's eyes flicker outside looking for the rest of us, but since we were well hidden in the darkness, he didn't spot us. I grinned and shook my head. Nah, not too cruel at all. Not one bit.

Jonas broke out into cold sweat, his large glasses slightly fogging. Liz giggled next to me. Aww nerd love.

Suddenly, Macey took a napkin dispenser and threw it at Grant's head. The giant boy barely noticed until he heard the metal clanging of the dispenser. Although we could barely hear what was going on, we knew he had just shrieked like a little girl. The lady behind the counter took advantage of Grant's divided attention and slipped out through the back door, flashing Macey a grateful glance.

I smiled as the dark haired girl snatched Zach and Grant's hairs tightly before dragging them outside. Jonas, looking like he was about to piss his pants followed meekly in pursuit.

When Macey finally dragged the boys outside, I immediately heard the last part of her lecture. "-Have no respect for women's privacy, you stupid assholes! Now you're going to pay big time," and with that she tossed Grant and Zach into our waiting arms.

I felt Zach's hard chest crash into mine as I caught him. Dang, Macey was strong. Obviously Zach was thinking the same thing as he rubbed his head dolefully. I frowned internally. I didn't want him messing with his hair. It was so soft the way it was. I felt his firm abs and his hard biceps as I gently pushed him off me and held on to him by his wrist. Must… not… think about… muscles.

"I'll be in the café. Don't kill them. They want your babies" Macey said briskly. Bex, Liz and I snorted in a way Madame Dabny would smack us in the face with a fan for. While opening the door, she looked over her shoulder at Bex and Grant frowning. "Grant, you need to actually condition. Seriously, your hair is a rat's nest." And with that, my best friend disappeared into the café. I felt a little bad for her being the only one without a 'boyfriend'. But she seemed okay with being the only single one in the group.

Abandoning my thoughts on Macey, I looked at a smirking Zach. Da fuck? How did he get from looking like he was gonna shit his pants to smirking?

I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled him further away from Bex, Liz, Jonas and Grant. He followed willingly; I barely had to drag him.

"Ooh!" he smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows at Grant. I snarled under my breath and ignored him. I braced myself for whatever kind of trick he was going to use to get out of trouble.

Once we were a good distance away from the rest of the group (or at least far away so his screams wouldn't be heard) I spun on him and smacked his head. He whined in protest and rubbed his head in protest.

"Come on Gallagher Girl, I just got hair abused by Macey. You don't need to add on to that." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms finally letting him go. It doesn't matter, he was cornered into a wall anyway. He couldn't escape me.

"What are you doing here Zach?" I demanded. I struggled to keep my fury inside. It's been months since the last exchange at Gallagher with Blackthorne. Taking a good look at Zach, I realized that nothing much had really changed about him, except his muscles got bigger (mehhh. 0.0) and his hair was a bit longer. It fell slightly over his eyes, shielding the green I loved so much. Oh my goodness, shut up Cammie. He smirked, obviously able to tell what I was thinking. My eye twitched.

"It's rude to stare," he acknowledged cockily. He shifted his position so that he was leaning against the brick wall, his hands in his pockets. I narrowed my eyes and balled my fists. I felt the blood rushing to my face as I glared daggers at him.

"Don't avoid the question! What the hell are you doing here?" I barked. It was quite dark out, but I could still tell that his smirk broadened, and I wrung my hands together to keep from beating his face in. I felt a sense of satisfaction as his gaze fleetingly flickered to my hands then came back to my face.

"You don't have to deny it Gallagher Girl," he teased. Eye twitch. He leaned forward, slightly, his tone suddenly serious. "Maybe I was checking you out too." I took a step back, but made sure he was still cornered. My heart started to pound. Was he really checking me out? I pushed away my internal conflict and glowered.

"Zach, I'm not gonna ask you again," I warned. He raised his eyebrows and pulled his hands out of his pockets and set them by his sides. "I'm here to see you of course," he said matter-of-factly. "No crossed fingers!" I looked at him skeptically. His pulse was steady and his eyes didn't dilate. He didn't show any signs of lying, but I still didn't believe him.

"Nope. Try again," I laughed humorlessly. In the distance, I heard Grant yelp. Bex. I sighed, knowing that I would have to get information out of Zach the hard way sooner or later. The dark haired boy in front of me seemed completely oblivious to his best friend's squeal. He was too focused on me.

"I'm not lying Cam, it's the truth."he said shaking his head. Zach looked so sincere, so I just narrowed my eyes even more. I must have looked super menacing right now. Yay me.

"Fine," I snapped. "You're not going to tell me? Whatever. But seriously Zach, leave. because I'm not in the mood for this. I want to have a great time out with my friends the one time Gallagher lets us out with no mission in mind. And guess what? You. Are. Ruining. It." I sounded like a spoiled brat, I know but can you blame me? This boy is hard headed and annoying the crap out of me!

He looked taken aback for a second, but then quickly regained his composure. Zach swallowed and gazed at me. I felt my heart melt at his expression, but I forced myself to keep a stony face. Focus Cammie, focus!

"I saw you tonight. At the club." He said quietly. I felt my cheeks enflame, and I knew I was blushing violently. Ugh, where was confident Cammie now, huh? I stood frozen on the spot, not able to speak at all, while an incredibly hot guy stared at me. Can you say deja vu? I felt that really uncomfortable burning sensation in my chest, you know the one you get when you're in big trouble or seriously scared? I winced slightly at the feeling and shifted quietly. Zach must have noticed my discomfort because he started to make his way towards me, but obviously thought better of it and stopped.

He stood back awkwardly and looked intently at me. "Why don't you be like that at school? You seemed happy back there. It's the happiest I've ever seen you. Why don't you be like that?" I felt a pang of hurt at his words, and it must have showed on my face, because he blanched and quickly corrected himself.

"I mean, if you liked being like that, why don't you be that kind of person all the time? You obviously felt like you were on top of the world right there. Why not have that feeling all the time?" I blinked and shrugged, looking away. I let my guard down, because honestly, right now I actually wanted him gone. I didn't want answers anymore, I just wanted to disappear. Suddenly, I faced him, knowing the answer to his question.

"Because it's not me," I blurted out. He looked skeptical for a moment, so I rushed on. No turning back now.

"I'm not used to being in the middle of crowds, or the center of attention, or anything like that. Sure I was happy up there, but it's a one-time thing to be honest. I don't think I could ever do something like that on a whim again. I'm a pavement artist for crying out loud! Can you really see me doing that everyday?" I felt a surge of empowerment at my little speech. I realized I had backed away so that I was now far away from the street light and in the darkness again. I chuckled slightly at the metaphoric sense in that.

Zach looked thoughtful for a moment then smiled. Yes, actually smiled! I stood in shock as he walked over. Soon, he was a foot away from me, and even in the dim light, I could see the colors in his eyes. I was sure he could see mine too.

"Sorry I spied on you," he said teasingly. His pupils dilated and his pulse quickened. Maybe the pulse quickening was from the way I smirked his smirk and crossed my arms leaning against the brick wall. I then realized I was in the same position Zach was in just moments ago.

I snickered before saying, "You're not sorry Zach." He shrugged and stepped forwards. I gasped slightly. For a second, he looked like he wanted to kiss me. But why didn't he? Did I want to kiss him?

Then I cracked. Deciding to take a leap of faith, I grabbed his soft brown hair in my hands and pulled his head towards mine. I felt his breathing hitch as I pulled him close. Then, I kissed him.

I closed my eyes I felt his lips envelope mine. He started kissing me back immediately. I felt him smirk slightly under my lips and I sighed, making a mental note of making him pay for that later.

I tangled my fingers into his silky hair and pushed myself closer to him. He responded by looping his arm around my back and holding me tight. I drifted one hand down his chest and over his muscles, light as a feather. I hummed appreciatively and deepened the kiss.

I don't know how long we stood kissing each other which is probably bad, considering I'm a spy and we're supposed to notice things. Oh well, I doubt Zach really paid attention to anything else as well, because when I pulled away, gasping for breath, he leaned his forehead against mine, panting. He continued to hold me, and my fingers remained laced in his hair. Finally I dragged back my head and spoke.

"I should go. Find the girls and get back to Gallagher," I breathed. I felt his grip around me tighten, as if he didn't want me to go. He probably didn't anyway. I reached behind me and pulled his arm away from me. Then I stepped back, gave him one last smile and walked away, no one the wiser.

Confident, vixen Cammie wasn't gone. Neither was Cammie the Chameleon. I was the same as I always was except now, I carried a little bit of my… well, alter ego in my pocket. I felt her there, waiting patiently.

She's ready to strike.

That was the end of this Three Shot! No more chapters, so please don't ask. IF you want more of my writing, I have one more Gallagher Girls story, called Wake Up. It's about what I think would happen when Cammie came back from that summer with no recollection of what she had done. Here's the summary;

Wake Up; Cammie has night terrors. Like legit. She won't sleep. She can't. It's a new year now, and the Blackthorne boys are back. Cammie is now faced with a mission that lies outside of Gallagher's walls. It's time to face her fears. It's time to wake up.

There ya go! And fyi, I won't be updating for at least 2 weeks. My orchestra is taking a trip to EUROPE on Tuesday and I won't be back for a while. So don't expect anything, and don't assume I died or whatever. Okay, thanks!

Love, Swanie