Just to let you know, this is going to be mostly Zammie because i love them and do nothing else with my life except for re read the gallagher girls. (i'm lying don't worry) but ya. thanks for reading! you guys rock!

Chapter Two

When I got back from the hospital the next day, everyone stared. I had heard some pretty embarrassing rumors about what me and Zach were doing, (I assure you we weren't.) But when Bex, Macey, and Liz bombarded me in the dorm, I felt my face start to flush. Of course I now had to explain what exactly we were doing at 3 o'clock in the morning in my third favorite secret passage way, and why Zach had carried me out.

"No, no, no! Just listen, okay?"

After I had explained that Zach and I were just talking, they all seemed to relax a bit. Of course I kept everything we said to myself. They're Zach's secrets to tell, not mine. But then I explained how Zach was holding my hand, and it broke.

"Ok, just, wait one second. Your boyfriend broke your hand."

Macey McHenry was supposed to scare me, who knows how. But I just rolled my eyes.

"First of all, he's not my boyfriend. Second of all, he just-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whatdoya mean, 'he's not my boyfriend'?!"

It was Bex's turn to evaluate.

"You kiss, you rendezvous, you talk until 3 o'clock in the morning in a secret passageway, you like him, but he's not your boyfriend." Bex looked taken aback. It was hard to explain it to someone who probably has never loved a guy in her entire life. Not that I'm biased or something against girls who haven't told someone that you love them. Then I'd be biased against myself until 24 hours ago. (Exactly. 24 hours. They kept me up until 3 o'clock in the morning.)

"You guys. It's seriously 3 o'clock in the morning."

I tried to use the best 'girl with a broken hand' voice I could. But they just rolled their eyes. I knew they wouldn't buy it. I had once pushed through a rather tough job in Venice with a broken collarbone, cracked rib, and a concussion.

"You didn't seem to mind it when you were with Zach. And shall I remind you of Venice?"

I sighed.

"Zach is a great kisser. Zach loves me. I love Zach."

The girl's jaws dropped open, and I put my hand over my mouth, just realizing what I had confessed.

I guess the happiness had just built up inside of me. I knew it was going to come out. But for it to come out like this. They probably thought I was bragging about it, but instead, Macey just looked at me with twinkling eyes. I've never seen her like this. She looked, proud...of me.

"He said it? You said it? Who said it first?"

She looked like a little kid in a candy store. Oh no... here goes.

"Well, technically he said it first."

"Ok, wait, I'm confused. What are we talking about? Said what first?" Poor Liz. For being the smartest girl at The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, she wasn't very smart. Bex filled her in while Macey continued to interrogate me.

"Oh, phew. If you forget everything I teach you, remember, guys always say it first. Always."

"Macey, I really don't think Zach would mind if-"

*Knock, knock.*

Macey turned to me with her eyes wide, probably thinking it was Zach. I rolled my eyes. Please, Zach wouldn't give up sleep for Beyonce.

"I'll get it." Bex finally said. She opened the door dramatically. "Well, well, well. Look who it is. The man of the hour."

Everyone turned to look at me, wriggling their eyebrows profusely.

Bex looked back, and said in her perfect accent. "I'm only joking. Its just Zach."

Sometimes I just don't know about the British.

ahahahaha *cliffhanger*

sorry it was so short.. i still have to figure out what zach's doing there!

oh ya, and sorry if i offended any British people.. ( I LOVE YOU BRITISH PEOPLE I"M JUST SECRETLY JEALOUS BECAUSE OF HOW EPICALLY COOL YOUR ACCENTS ARE AND HOW LESS OF AN OBESE COUNTRY YOU ARE COMPARED TO AMERICA !)