A/N: Many many many many thanks to PotatoesAndDragons for helping me edit, give suggestions, and for being my beta (but much more) Thanks for all those amazing reviews! I really really REALLY appreciate it! (^w^) R & R!

Also, my uncle is French. Now you're all like what? why'd she put that? XD you'll see

THE PERFECT SONG THEME FOR GALLAGHER GIRLS- more for Out of Sight, Out of Time: (are you ready kids? Aye aye Captain!) Running Out of Time by Barlowgirl IT'S AMAZING ONE OF THE BEST SONGS EVER!

Disclaimer: I'm getting really tired of doing this all the time XP I own nothing but the plot. For Gallagher Girls and for Ally!

Zach POV

I kept my eye out for her throughout the day. I didn't even find out the girl's name. It's pathetic, I know. I couldn't help myself though. I wanted to know why she had a panicked expression and I wanted to help. Maybe that was just big of me but she seemed so different from all the other girls.

My advanced French teacher, Madame Dabney, was suddenly standing in front of me, posture perfect, glaring at me. Actually everyone was staring at me, some were snickering. "Zach, tu m'écoutes? Quelle est la réponse à la question 18?" (Translation: Zach, are you listening? What is the answer to question 18?)

I quickly glanced at the whiteboard. It read: Qui est l'actuel président de l'Afrique du Sud? (Who is the current president of South Africa?)

"L'actuel président de l'Afrique du Sud Jacob Zuma." I state. (The current president of South Africa is Jacob Zuma.)

Madame Dabney nods. "La prochaine fois, je vous conseille de payer plus d'attention si vous souhaitez passer cette classe." (Next time I advise you to pay more attention if you wish to pass this class.) She walked off and continued on with her lesson.

I spotted her signature bag and slowly crept behind my favorite blonde. When she slammed her locker shut, I wrapped one arm around her and covered her eyes with the other.

"Guess who?" I said with a mock French accent. She giggled.

"Zach!" She sung out, just like a little kid- like old times.

I grin. "That's my name! You ready to go?"

"Yeah. I have to get home early because Mr. Mosckowitz assigned this essay on the government of Slovenia and that junk." Together we walked out to my old blue Nissan.

When we were at a red light at the corner of the Abrams's Pharmacy, she spoke up. "Hey can you drop me off here for a sec? I need to pick up the eye drops I ordered and get some zit cream, too." I raise my eyebrow.

"Why do you need zit cream? Your skin's flawless." I say, making a turn and stop in front of the building.

"Well...erm...my friend didn't want to be seen holding a tube of cream so uh she asked me to help her buy some...well, thanks!" She calls to me while slamming the passenger door. "I'll just be, like, fifteen minutes!"

She's probably there to see Jimmy. I grip the wheel tighter and circle around the small parking lot for a space. This could take a while.

A smiling Dee Dee holds a small brown paper bag in her hand and opens the door. Yup. It was definitely Jimmy.

"How's Jimmy?" The light changes and I zoom forward.

"He's fine." Dee Dee says quietly.

After a second of silence. I remember the girl.

"Do you know...how do I ask this..." I pause and search for the right words. "Do you know this girl...she has dirty blonde hair and these eyes that change colors like every second and I never seen her before and she's probably a senior too and she looks familiar but I don't know and she's kind of actually pretty but she's not gorgeous and she actually looks kind of normal too and-" I was rambling so I cut myself off for some air and glanced at Dee Dee. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and she was looking off somewhere.

"That doesn't give me much to work with Zach..." She giggled and I inwardly sighed. For a second I thought she was angry. "But narrowing it down..." I perked up.

"The girl you're describing- narrowed down- would be Skylar, Christa, Ally, Shellie, Jessica, Jules, Emma, Olivia, Charlotte, Avery, Katie, Sophia, Grace, Evelyn, Zoey, Natalie, Riley, Aubrey, Zoe, Scarlett,..." I was really regretting asking Dee Dee. I tuned her out and nodded my head once in awhile.

I was about to nod my head for the seventh time when I realized she had paused and was biting her bottom lip, looking indecisive. All were signs that she was close to spilling something. On the edge.

"What?" I turned into our street.

"Cameron!" She blurted loudly. I admit that kind of freaked me out a little because it was so sudden and I almost hit a trash can. Luckily, it was our trash can. Unluckily, I actually did hit it.

"Merde!" Stupid French is getting to my head.

"Sorry!" She squeaked.

"Yeah, yeah. Just help me pick up the bags." She wrinkled her nose and reluctantly leaned down.

"You were saying?" I tossed two more bags into the can.

She sighed. "I think the girl you're looking for could possibly be Cameron Morgan, if she were popular, you would know her name." Not really...but I didn't tell her that.

"She's also the principal's daughter." Dee Dee continued as she pinched a burger wrapper and dropped it into the bin.

Oh. "I'll tell Grant not to mess with her then. Do you know who she has for homeroom?"

"Solomon. B24." She closed the lid and I pulled the trash can back to it's original position. Then we headed inside.

When I turned the handle and pushed open the door, Dee Dee shrieked, "I call the shower first!" and I watched my favorite blonde dash up the stairs. Maybe she won't be my favorite blonde anymore...

Q & A

Q: Wait...isn't Jimmy-er -Josh at school?

A: You'll see... ;D