Hello everyone! I am so sorry I haven't been able to update this fanfiction in a while! I have been super busy with school, and homework, and dance...And whatnot. It's just prohibited me from doing much else, and I've been trying so hard to keep up with the four fanfiction stories I'm writing at the moment, but it's been much!
I am back now, and hopefully things should ease up a bit in my life and I'll hopefully be able to update 1-2 times a week! That's my goal! So without further ado, here is the next chapter, which takes place a month after the incident for those wondering.
Enjoy! :D
Macey's P.O.V.
"Wakey, wakey sleepyhead..." a peppy voice shouted in my ear, causing me to jolt out of bed, which sent an immense pain shooting down my back. Ever since the incident it's been rough to really move around because of the extreme blood loss I had. I thought people were going to respect that, but apparently Liz was overexcited about our first day back in classes. I carefully flopped back into my fluffy mattress, my squishy pillow fluffing up around my head as it collapsed into it. I allowed to hands to flail wherever they happened to go, but when I felt it connected against flesh, and then heard a soft "ow", I realized Liz was right at my side.
"Go away." I hissed, still refusing to open my eyes.
"You're late. We have to be in breakfast in ten minutes. That only gives you approximately 5 minutes and 43 seconds to get your makeup done and get in your uniform, so we have enough time to get our books together and make it to the dining hall in time." Liz spoke. Sometimes I hated the nerdy side of her, as useful as it was, for sometimes she used her knowledge of everything in an arrogant matter.
"Fine, you win. But I'm only getting up because I have to straighten my hair." I growled, and pulled myself out of bed, my eyes squinting while they adjusting to the flooding amount of light pouring into our room.
"Where's Cam and Bex?" I asked, peeking over into the bathroom to see that Liz had already plugged my straightening iron in for me. There's the Liz I know.
"They snuck off to the tunnel next to our room. I set up a laptop in the tunnel so they could video chat the guys without getting caught. You know, since-" I cut Liz off, and she awkwardly peeked down at her feet in embarrassment.
"Let's try to stay off that topic. Let's put that past us." I spoke sternly, and only after Liz's eyelids began to pool with water did I realize I was glaring with her.
"Liz-I'm so sorry. I know it's rough to think about. But I feel like putting it behind us is the best thing." I spoke, hoping to cheer her up. I gently wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a soft hug, avoiding squeezing her abdomen.
"It's only been a month since the incident, Macey. Studies suggest that in order to move on from trauma, one must fully embrace it and dismiss it. We need therapy." Liz explained, as I began to pull back from the hug and make my way into the bathroom. Her feet remained planted in the same spot, but she awkwardly scooted to face me, which I could see in the mirror. I began to hastily straighten my hair, only focusing on the top layers because it was all I had time for. It took two minutes and twenty-seven seconds, and I quickly flicked off the iron, threw it in my cosmetic basket and moved on to applying makeup. The whole time Liz just stared creepily at me without saying anything. I didn't want to upset her anymore, so I didn't say anything. I didn't fight with her about therapy for now. I decided to save it for another time when she didn't seem so fragile.
"30 seconds." Liz finally piped up, and I sprinted back into the main room and ripped my pajamas off and threw my uniform on, forgetting to tuck in my shirt. Madame Dabney would scold me for this, but I figured I would fix it on my way towards the dining hall. As I began to shuffle out the room, Liz tossed me my backpack which landed perfectly on my left forearm. With a swift motion, I flicked the strap onto my shoulder and began to make my way down the hallway, Liz keeping up with me. In front of me, I could make out the faint image of Cammie and Bex, both were dusting cobwebs off of themselves in a rush. I was so nervous that I didn't even check the sign to the front of the dining hall to see what language we were speaking in. When greeted with an "Bonjour! Je suis si heureux de vous voir debout. [Hello! I'm so glad to see you up and about." from Tina Walters, I realized today was an easy day, French. I guess Mrs. Morgan didn't want to pressure us with too hard of a language on our first day back. I hadn't seen Tina since she visited me in the hospital, showing off the small, hot pink cast that was plastered to her right wrist. She'd gotten away with a mere broken wrist, yet felt the need to brag of her great injury. Everybody found it quite amusing that she tried to make light of the situation.
"Oh, hé. Je vais vous parler plus tard, d'accord? [Oh, hey. I'll talk to you later, okay?]" I responded, dismissing her with a slight wave before catching up with Liz who'd sprinted up to catch up with Cammie and Bex. They sat in their normal table in the far left corner of their room, and as I scooted into the last chair at the table, Chef Louis made his way towards our table, a huge smile planted upon his face as he brought heaping plates of waffles and sunny side-up eggs. He pushed a plate in front of all of us and finished with a, "Bon appetite!" before shuffling away to serve the rest of the girls.
"Comment vous sentez-vous, Cam? [How are you feeling, Cam?]" Liz asked, furiously trying to rip open the casing to one of her pills. Bex snatched it from her hands and peeled the foil apart with ease, handing it back to Liz with a smirk planted upon her face. Liz peeked down at her feet in embarrassment before slipping the pill in her mouth and taking a small swig of orange juice to wash it down.
"Je vais bien. Pourquoi tout le monde me demande ça? [I'm fine. Why does everyone keep asking me that?]" Cammie snapped, angrily stabbing her fork into the waffle that remained on her plate. She began to lift it up before realizing she hadn't even cut it. She slid it off her fork with her fingers and hastily grabbed the knife to her left, cutting the waffle up into bite-size pieces. She seemed to be preoccupied with other thoughts. Perhaps school, or Zach? I was unsure, but didn't want to ask her as she's been acting odd for the past three weeks. She's been keeping to herself most of the time, refusing to even discuss anything about the bombing. Most of the time spent back at Gallagher Academy has been in her bed, just staring aimlessly up at the ceiling for hours at a time. Nobody has an idea what is bothering her. Not Zach, not even her mother.
"Désolé, c'est juste que- [Sorry, it's just that-]" Liz began, but was cut off by Bex, who said nothing but gave her a stern look as if to say, "just drop it".
"Quoi qu'il en soit, comment Zach et Grant? [Anyways, how are Zach and Grant?]" I asked, hoping to change the subject without a war breaking out in the dining hall at our table. Neither Bex nor Cammie responded so I just began to stare at my plate of food, my appetite slowly easing away. Instead of forcing the food down my throat, I angrily pushed the plate towards the middle of the table and scooted my chair back without even realizing it.
"Souhaitez vous deux morfondre arrêt et être social? Les choses sont finalement revenir à la normale mais vous les gars sont juste assis et ne rien faire! Au moins répondre à ma question pour l'amour. [Would you two stop moping and be social? Things are finally getting back to normal yet you guys are just sitting and doing nothing! At least answer my question for sake.]" I hissed, not even realizing that my voice was raised and my hands were clenched into tight fists until everyone's head began to turn towards our table. Mrs. Morgan, who sat at the faculty table near the head of the room even turned her head, a concerned expression painted on her face. Cammie rose to her feet, slapping her hands against the table, seething with anger.
"You know what, Macey? You need to understand that the Circle of Cavan planted a bomb in our prom a month ago! Someone was killed, and most of us were badly injured...And this is all my fault! I am putting you all in so much danger, and I feel a shit-load of guilty for it. Every day it feels like there are one-thousand pound weights being placed on my shoulders, as if the weight of the world is on me! The Circle is only after me, and they are putting you all in danger because of me. So no, things are never going to be the same as they were before that day of the prom, and you need to get used to that!" Cammie screamed, so angry that she didn't even bother to speak in French. Gasps erupted around the room, and Mrs. Morgan quickly rose to her feet to address Cammie, but Cammie flew out of the room in the blink of an eye. Liz, Bex, and I stood there absolutely speechless, in complete shock. We had no idea Cammie had felt this way, and we all knew that she shouldn't, because it's not her fault. The Circle isn't just after her, they're after all of us. We know things they don't want us to know and they want us dead. I'm not sure how much convincing to Cammie it'll take, but I know we need to do something about this. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mrs. Morgan shuffling over to us, hushing everyone and ordering them to return back to their own business on her way over. I peeked over at Liz and Bex who were now at my sides, and they knew what I was thinking. We all quickly nodded to each other before heaving our hands under the table and flipping it over, disabling Mrs. Morgan from reaching us. And with that we sprinted out of the dining hall, hoping to catch up with Cammie. I could slowly feel myself fatiguing as I haven't done much physical activity since the incident, but with adrenaline running through my body and with the will to go find Cammie, it pushed me to keep running.
"She has to be in one of the tunnels!" Liz panted as she attempted to keep up with Bex and me. Her hands remained clutched at her side as she ran, and her breaths became more rapid with the second. She was struggling to keep going, but I wasn't going to tell her to stop because we needed her in order to find Cammie.
"But the question is...Which one?" I asked, craning my neck back to meet eyes with Bex and Liz, who both trailed right behind me. They frantically looked towards each other and shrugged, worried expressions etched across their now flushed faces.
"We cannot let her leave the grounds. We can't let her run away...We know that's what she's going to do." Bex panted out. I nodded in agreement, saving my breaths so I didn't completely pass out. If Cammie made it out of Gallagher Academy and ran off, there would probably be no way of finding her...She is the Chameleon. She's done it before. She has run off to keep us safe. But last time that happened, she almost died...We almost lost her permanently. We all knew we could not loose her again, and that thought was what pushed us, no matter how much our bodies wanted to give up and just collapse.
Oh no! I guess what Macey and Liz thought would be an easy day back just turned into a whole lot of trouble! Will Cammie run away, or will she decide to stay? I guess you will all have to wait and see, but I have a feeling her decision may cause a lot of you to gasp, possibly be really surprised! At least I hope it will...
Trust me, I've got some big works for this sequel in mind, and I hope you all stick around for this wild ride!
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So, until next time :] Ta ta for now!