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Chapter 17: C&A, Dancing, and a Promise
Time: 9:45 a.m.
Location: Girls' Locker Room, North Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
We were walking towards the girls' locker room, as Bex opens the thick, metal door, I thought back to Zach. I understood that he wanted to compliment me more, though. (at least…I think he wanted to). Zach seemed like a nice guy, I guess he could be a good friend…I just need to make sure it doesn't go too far. I pulled off my white t-shirt and started buttoning up my blouse, my skirt was already on and I had my school shoes on too.
I was putting on my blue sweater when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Bex and three of my other sisters (Kim Lee, Courtney Bauer, and Mick Morrison). There was only five Gallagher girls in this class…who'd come here? It could be Mr. Campbell…boy, would that be AWKWARD! I guess I was the one that was going to find out since, my sisters were only half-dressed. I pulled the handle of the steel door. The first thing I saw was a white tank top and a black cardigan…Ms. Jordon. She never liked to dress in uptight clothes, she always dressed casual.
"Hey Chameleon, you guys may need these for a while," Ms. Jordon pulled a black, leather bag from behind her and walks in, her black, sensible wedges clacking against the pale salmon-colored tiles (the floor, kind of, looked like a bathroom's floor). I followed her in, Ms. Jordon gently tosses the leather bag in the center of us. She turns on her heel and walks back towards the entrance; stopping in the doorway to add one more comment,
"Oh, and make sure to grab the right one, girls," she added and left, the door swung back into place with a soft clicking sound. When I turned around, I saw the four girls already pawing through the bag as if they were stuck in the Sahara Desert for 3 days without food, and the bag was like a buffet. I sighed, they aren't the most patient friends…
"Cammie! Come look at this!" Bex cries from behind Mick. All the girls' eyes were huge with awe and excitement, What's the deal? I thought as I walked towards the girls, I assumed since it was from Ms. Jordon it would be recon equipment or something…that's when I saw them…I was off…WAY off…
There in the leather bag were five black dress, each a different style, different sizes, and from the fancy designer names, different prices too. I looked closer and saw that they came with shoes…shoes! You know, those ones with the tall heels! What's Dana thinking?!
I saw Bex pull out a sleek, black dress, it was made out of that soft, stretchy material that never wrinkles, it went down below her knees with a strapped back; that would SO show off her muscles. I smiled at her as she walked up to the full-length mirror on the wall as Bex placed the dress in front of her; she was nodding her head approvingly. It was obvious why Dana and Joe cancelled class now…they went into town (Or wherever!) to get these dresses for us…but why? I was pulled out of my thoughts as Bex holds up a black dress in my face.
"This is yours, Cam, you'd look amazing in this!" Bex told me enthusiastically. I took the dress into my hands…I gave Bex a skeptic look, There is no way I could pull this off, Liz would sooner become a retard (YEAH! Like that's gonna happen!) than me looking good in this dress, I thought.
The dress was beautiful, it was a black floor-length dress with a halter straps, it was tight from the waist and up, and the rest just flowed towards the ground like a waterfall. I shook my head, this dress would suit someone like Macey, not me (may I remind you that I'm the Chameleon). A black jogging suit would have fit me more. I told Bex this and she frowned at me.
"That's ridiculous Cam, you're gorgeous, don't you see that?!" Bex scolded me, I knew it was a major compliment when a girl with the looks of an Egyptian goddess says you're "gorgeous" but, still…I looked at the fancy heels (that I could probably use to kill a man…that is, if they didn't kill me when I walk in them) and then back at the dress (which is something that wasn't made for pavement artist…what's Dana thinking?)…this is going to harder than any other mission yet…
Time: 9:52 a.m.
Location: Boys' Locker Room, North Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
…You sure are unpredictable, Solomon, I thought as I looked into the bag...
I was looking into the dark leather bag, I reached in, feeling fabric brushing against my calloused hand. Well, that rules out any type of weapons or equipments, I thought. I pulled my hand back, and hanging from it was a black tuxedo…What the hell? I pulled it completely up now, there was a tag on it, it read "Corey 'The Coach' Baker". I tossed it to a half-naked Corey, his back was turned to me and the suit landed on his bronze-colored hair.
I continued going on like that, tossing tuxedos in the foggy locker room…"Rich 'The Charmer' Sharma"…"John 'The Samurai; Takahashi"…so far, almost all of them looked exactly the same (except the size)…next up, "Grant 'The Duke' Newman" his tuxedo had a bow-tie with it; a dark maroon tie. I passed it to him and he caught it…just with his face (remember, he had his icepack…Bex showed no mercy whatsoever!), I laughed at him. I reached for the next tuxedo…
I felt like an elf helping Santa deliver his presents…and that "Santa" is Mr. Solomon…the thought of a fat, jolly, red-suited Mr. Solomon crossed my mind, despite the humid mist floating around me, I shuddered like I was standing outside in swim trunks right then. I pulled out the next suit…I frowned at the name…"Logan 'The Hawk' Hawkson"…his suit was like Grant's, except his bow-tie looked like the color of steel and sky blue put together.
I saw him talking to Mitchell Black, the back of his head (which is the size of a blimp) looked like a target to me…if only I had a gun, or at least a rubber band and a pen (that could've done the same amount of damage, if used right at least)…instead I rolled the tuxedo up into a ball and threw it as hard as I could (which means HARD) at Logan. The impact was so great that it knocked him over into Mitchell, both of them falling over.
"Whoa! Man, Logan, I don't like you like that," Mitchell jokes as Logan collapses onto him. The guys start cracking up, I smirked at the angry Logan. He glared at me, You're lucky that I didn't smash your idiotic head, yet, I thought; sending him the message, he understood (COMPLETE SHOCK) and looked bitterly away. I smirked even more, I took out the last tuxedo…mine. It was black and expensive-looking, the dress shirt was the color of new snow, I had an actual tie instead of a bow-tie, it was forest green and was made out of satin.
"Do you guys know why we have suits?" asked the curious Samurai. I looked at him, he was holding his black tux with a black bow-tie. All the guys shrugged and muttered, "I don't know". I looked at the different suits and thought back to what could possible have us wear formal clothes. That's when it hit me, and I cursed my stupidity, CULTURE. AND. ASSIMILATION. I told the guys this, Rich's dark chocolate eyes grew big,
"How'd you figure that out, Zach?" He asked, I smirked at him and the rest of my brothers,
"Spy," I said, pointing my finger at myself, some guys groaned (Corey), some just rolled their eyes (Logan), and some just shrugged (Rich). I smirked; I love the annoyance I could spread! I folded the tux back up and carried it out of the locker room, I went through a short cut that brought me to the West Wing in 4 minutes and 22 seconds (all I'm going to say is that it connected the use of: half of a gum wrapper, a certain section of a Blackthorne wall, and my school tie). I walked into my room and placed the tuxedo in my closet.
I heard my internal clock ticking louder and louder, ordering me to get back to the girls' locker room and to escort the lovely Cammie Morgan to COW class with Mr. Nguyen. As I was using the other half of the gum wrapper on my "short cut" I let my wander back to my dream…the kiss (or maybe make-out session would have been more accurate…) it had taken place in that classroom…I sighed, I hope she'd pop that question from my dream…if she wouldn't, I'd be happy to do it myself…I smirked, She'll be mine, I'll make sure of it…
Time: 10:01 a.m.
Location: Outside of Girls' Locker Room, North Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
I was leaning on a stone wall outside of the locker rooms, waiting for Zach to show up. Bex and Grant had left already; going to World Language with Professor Peter Hendricks. Where's Zach? We're going to be late, I thought; annoyed, I didn't want to be tardy on my first day, plus GALLAGHER GIRLS are never late. NEVER. (well…the exception is Dana Jordon). I heard a pair of footsteps around the corner, my head shot up and I turned; getting ready to tell Zach off,
"About time Blackthor--" I was going to say Blackthorne Boy, but the thing was, it wasn't Zach. I looked up to expect those deep emerald-green eyes, but instead I was met with a dull shade of steely-blue. Instead of that silky, wavy brown hair, I saw a messy blur of the Champagne. Logan. Shit.
I saw Logan give me a cocky grin…it wasn't anything like Zach's grin; Zach's grin was warm, mysterious, and it made my insides melt like butter in a fireplace…(did I just say that about Zach?…so much for being friends…). Logan's grin was creepy and made my tanned skin crawl, it was like being alone in a ghost town on Halloween or something…it made me sick.
"Aw, waiting for me, babe?" He cooed, giving me a wink, he continued to advance forward; coming closer. I immediately started backing up, bad thing, VERY bad thing…I was in a corner now, Logan didn't stop, he didn't even slow down, if anything, it looked like he was walking faster.
"I'm not waiting for you," I sneered; hoping I could summon my inner Macey (if I had one at all). He didn't seem to get it and continued moving closer until he was so close it would have looked like we were making out or something. I shoved him as hard as I could, Logan didn't budge.
He pinned me to the wall, his eyes were zeroed in on my scowling lips. He started lowering his head towards mine, I opened my mouth to scream (hoping it would make him back up…one of the pro's of having the lungs of a singer, you can have a loud voice), but was beat to it…Logan backed up, well, more like fell back when an large hand punched him in the face.
I looked up at those familiar emerald green eyes…those eyes were showing complete hatred and rage…and something else…jealousy?…no. No, that couldn't be…someone like Zach Goode wouldn't like me, maybe I just imagined it…maybe I just thought it was jealousy because his eyes are green (you guys heard of the green monster).
That's when a small voice in my head spoke…telling me the truth that was unbelievable…Maybe he loves you. I shook the impossible thought away. God, I have such a headache. I placed my hand to my throbbing head, I was shocked to feel another hand on my head… I looked up to the hypnotic, and now concerned, green eyes of Zach.
"You alright, Cam? He didn't hurt you or anything, right?" I think that was the first time he's called me by my name (other than the CoveOps mission). His hand was now gently feeling for any injuries; it was caring…it was the same steel hand that just demolished Logan too (which I am grateful for). I looked up at him, I felt blood rush to my cheeks, I immediately looked down, shaking my head…I didn't need to look back up to know that he had that cocky I-know-something-you-don't smile. Why do I have to be a blusher? Why can't I think straight when he's around?! I thought, the last question was meant to be rhetorical, but that small voice answered…the voice that told me that Zachary Goode loved me…You love him back…could it be true?…
Time: 10:58 a.m.
Location: COW classroom, South Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
COW class was almost done, it passed in a blur…a very informative, historical blur (Professor Nguyen is cool, but his class periods tend to get a little boring). He was rambling on about how members of tribes could be identified when it began to snow. My mind went back to the dream…everything looked exactly like the dream, Cammie was next to me too; she was taking notes. I thought back to when I saw Logan forcing himself on Cammie, my grip on my pen tightened (it tightened so much some ink started dripping out!). I really wished I could've beaten him more, but I getting expelled would probably lower my chances of being Cammie's boyfriend…(even if it might mean some extra credit points for P&E too)
I checked the clock on the wall by the door (I don't need to but I might was well use it if it's there), 1 minute and 16 seconds …15...14...13...I was so bored. The bell finally rang and I bent down to pick up my books (like the dream…), I noticed the same tanned, skinny legs at the foot of the desk (JUST LIKE THE DREAM). I looked up to a smiling Cammie, I smirked, Might as well try to make this as close to the dream as possible…
"What do you think you're doing, Gallagher Girl?" I asked; repeating the quote I said in my little fantasy. She tilted her head a little to the side (she's just TOO cute), obviously confused.
"I'm waiting for you, you're my guide, remember?" She said, she laughed a little, I have to say, I was kind of embarrassed, but did I show? Nope. It only took me a second to come up with a comeback.
"Well, I've showed you the Dining Hall already, so I assumed you could find your way around," I told her, she was silent. I smirked, she rolled her eyes.
"Com'on we've gotta get going," I heard her mumble, I smiled and laughed and got up.
We made our way to the Dining Hall, lunch went by pretty fast (A/N: I'm skipping some stuff so you guys can get that Zammie boost sooner~). I sat with Grant and Jonas like always, Cammie went with her girls. It was now time for my first Culture and Assimilation class (I think Cammie called it 'C&A')…this should be a breeze…I brought the tuxedo with me, as I was walking with Cammie I noticed that she was carrying a book bag, I was able to get a glimpse inside all I saw was black clothes…
"Today, Ladies…and Gentlemen, we will be learning the art of dance!" Madame Dabney exclaimed to the class, it was obvious she hadn't taught boys before. I looked around the room as she told us about different types of dances and their origins, the room looked so…different now…the tall, thin windows' glass was now replaced with stained and tie-dyed glass; it looked like a church.
There were red satin curtains flowing from the top all the way to the bottom, it looked like it was half a mile long! I looked down at the floor, the plain steel was replaced with black granite and white marble with intricate patterns of lace engraved into it, my eyes trailed from the floor to the long tables across the room. The tables had ruby red table clothes (matching the curtains), with expensive-looking wooden chairs, lined up…it looked like a head table, with the porcelain plates and shining silverware, it was so neat it would have made the president's dining room look like a fast food joint.
I looked at Grant, he was studying the room too…we weren't really used to this type of stuff, I switched my gaze to Jonas; he was taking notes (same with Liz), I saw Bex leaned down to Liz's ear and whisper,
"Liz…you know you don't have to take notes, right? We're going to learn how to dance and I don't think Madame Dabney will give you a passing grade if you're holding your note cards with you,"
"But…" Liz's southern accent was objecting, Bex gave her a simple look. Liz put down her blue pen, but then leaned closer to Jonas,
"Could I borrow your notes after class?" I smirked, Jonas was going to have some personal time with Liz…which explains his red cheeks. I heard a soft giggle, I looked over at Cammie, she had a small smile on her face as she looked at her best friend and mine.
"I trust that Ms. Jordon and Mr. Solomon have already given you the appropriate clothing, now all of you go into the back rooms and change, but remember everyone! These are for practicing only," She told us, I took out my tux and went across the life-size chessboard flooring. I fingered the silky green tie…this should be interesting…
I stepped out of the changing rooms, black tux, green tie, dance shoes and all. I saw Jonas tugging at his black bow-tie, Grant had his bow untied and just lazily hanging around his neck (he didn't do it just to look cool…he honestly didn't know how to tie it). I looked at the girls' closed door, it was made out of dark mahogany with a new glossy brass doorknob attached to it.
"Why's it take girls longer to change?" Grant asked me, I saw from my peripherals that Madame Dabney was shaking her head disappointingly at Grant's posture and well…bow-tying skills (more accurately his lack of bow-tying skills though). I heard a wooden door opened up, from behind me. I turned around and saw the six Gallagher girls in this class…but only one that caught my attention, only one made my eyes budge out of their sockets, and only one made my jaw hit the smooth granite and marble floor…
Cammie was in a black floor length dress that showed off her curves. It was elegant, charming, and suited her really well. Her hair looked smoother than silk as it lightly swayed back and forth, the light of the room caught her gorgeous face, making her look more like an angel than ever (well…an angel in black). I could feel my lungs stop functioning…it was official, Cameron Ann Morgan took breathtaking to a completely other level (an almost dangerous level).
Cammie's cobalt blue eyes shimmered like the sea the color originated from, I could feel myself staring at her…but I didn't care. That's when I noticed she was staring at me with her intent ultramarine eyes. I smirked as she looked at me, her velvety-smooth cheeks turning the adorable shade of rosy-pink. I restrained myself from either swooning or contently sighing, hey, I may be in love (deeply, deeply, in love) but I am not--I repeat NOT-- going to swoon; guys just don't do that!…But when Cammie gave me that dazzling smile, my theory about guy swoonage…was almost proven wrong.
Madame Dabney were announcing the partners, I was praying that I'd get Cammie, apparently god was in that room at the moment…because when I heard, "Cameron and Zachary," I knew that my prayers had been answered (all I needed was a hallelujah chorus for this miracle). I heard a lot of things after that. I heard the stereo system roar to life; playing Beethoven. I heard Grant's happy "yes!" as the teacher announced "Grant and Rebecca,". I heard the nervous stuttering of the two class geniuses as they blushed when Dabney said, "Elizabeth and Jonas," (you really don't even have to look at them to see if Jonas's face was a tomato and Liz's face was cotton candy). But the voice I heard the loudest and clearest was hers…"Let's dance,"
Time: 11:38 a.m.
Location: (New) Culture and Assimilation Classroom (C&A), East Wing
P.O.V: Cameron Ann Morgan
As I stepped out of the freshly painted changing rooms with my chic, black, and two and a half inches high heels (which were surprisingly comfortable, thank you Dana!), I looked at the tuxedo-clad Blackthorne Boys…one in particular made me fix my gaze on him. I couldn't help but stare, Zach's tuxedo showed off his built body, his wavy hair was so soft I actually wished that I could run my fingers through it (FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHAT'S HE DOING TO ME?!). The green tie brought out the already bright, glowing, emerald color of his alluring eyes. His clean-cut, handsome face looked so much more sophisticated…the point?…he was hot.
I hadn't realized that we were both staring at each other when he had that annoying (which really isn't getting that annoying anymore…) know-it-all smile, I felt the heat radiating from my cheeks. I felt Bex give a small pat on my back as she made her way to Grant, it gave me a small (probably the size of the molecules we've studied back at Gallagher) boost of confidence, Beethoven had started bouncing off the walls of the room. I tried to make most of the moment and gave him a smile…I wasn't sure if I fantasized it but I was almost sure that Zach's breathing pattern had gone haywire, as in; unbalanced, as in; berserk, as in; NOT steady (you get my point)…what could it mean?!…I internally sighed, Where's the boy-to-English translator when you need it?
Time: 11:42 a.m.
Location: C&A Classroom, East Wing
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
Madame Dabney had just talked us through the dance steps and we began dancing. I already knew how to dance before this, so it was easy for me. How did I learn to dance? My mom taught me…remember when I said she wanted me to be "fashionable", well, she wanted me to have dance moves too…my dad always said, "Sarah? Could you not feminize Zach so much? I would still like to keep my son," or "I think having a Zach is better than having a Zoey, Sarah," I felt my grin convert into a grim smile at the thought of my parents…my eyes looked down; meeting the pair of beryl-colored eyes that drove me crazy…I mentally slapped myself, the love of my life was in my arms; dancing and I can't come up with a decent smile!
"Hey Zach, how'd you learn to be such a good dancer?" Cammie asked, her voice was curious, I felt a stab at my chest…but the words came out easily…still smooth, still steady…I felt the tone change though…the vulnerability seeped out of it, like the blood of my bleeding heart…
"My mom taught me, she was a really great dancer, she wanted me to be one too," I said, hoping she wouldn't notice my different tone. I expected her to move off the topic, mumble 'sorry', and stop talking…but she didn't. Instead, she gave me a soft, caring smile that felt like a bandage was being put over the wound in my heart, and said,
"She would've been proud, you're really good," Cammie's voice was like a comforting caress, as I twirled her, I took in the details; her hair flew gracefully as she spun; a beautiful blend of gold, chocolate, and black and placed in the middle of it all were the blazing sapphire eyes. I saw inside of those eyes were understanding…that's when I remembered, Cammie had lost a parent too…. As I pulled her back into my arms I smiled gratefully at her, she returned it with a grin and nod. We continued on like that, just staring into each other's eyes; silent, as we moved to the sound of Beethoven.
The rest of the day just flew by…I showed Cammie to the Codes Lab with Mr. Watkins and that she should be careful if she was going to sit up front, or that she should bring an umbrella…Mr. Watkins never could control or grasp the saying, "Say it, don't spray it." After 45 minutes of lecturing (very, very wet lecturing…I was surprised he didn't fry his computer yet). I lead Cammie to World Language, we had a small test on living a French legend with Hendricks, we were off to Chemistry after all the "Monsieur this, and Mademoiselle that,".
As we were talking about molecular regeneration (again!) I saw from the corner of my eye that Cammie was fingering a bracelet, I looked at it, it was silver and pretty thin. The charms were small. Cammie was absentmindedly playing with a tiny, silver teddy bear. I smiled a bit, Cammie had a dreamy and dazed expression on her face (how can someone be that cute) as our teacher; Renaldo Gomez droned on and on about Macular Degeneration. The bell rang and I saw Cammie and Liz walk out the door, I turned to Jonas and we made our way to our rooms.
Time: 8:27 a.m.
Location: Covert Operation Class, Sublevel 1
P.O.V: Joseph Solomon
I was in Sublevel 1, getting ready for today's lesson. I saw that some of my students weren't here yet…and neither was my assistant teacher. I smiled to myself, I should've expected that Dana would be late. I looked at the steel door that opened up, Mr. Goode, Mr. Newman, Ms. Baxter, and Cam came walking in. That was it, everyone was here, beside Dana. I decided to start the lesson, Dana would know where we were when she comes in.
"Lies," I said abruptly "We tell them to our enemies. And eventually…we tell them to ourselves," I looked around the room, making sure I had their attention.
"Class, there are three different physical symptoms that shows someone is lying, name them!" I said. They automatically answered as one,
"Dilated pupils, increased pulse, and atypical mannerism," I continued on, I didn't say "well done" because it isn't outstanding to get that right, it was something I expected them to know, if they didn't, they aren't cut out for the Field. "Spies tell lies, ladies and gentlemen, but that's not what today is about. Today," I started, but was interrupted.
"Today, is about spotting them," Dana's voiced finished. I saw her leaning on the steel door frame. I looked and saw that her fashion sense had stayed the same as her tardiness did, she was in dark wash skinny jeans, a Juicy Couture black hooded vest (and if you're wondering how I knew it was designer…may I refer you to my 18--almost 19 years of spy work, you see some things that surprise you…), with black leather ankle boots. Her eyes looked brighter and lighter from the contrast of the black. You could never get that girl in a suit (sometimes even for mission reasons). I smiled and sent her a playful glare.
"You guys way need these," She pulled out a small paper bag from her pocket, inside revealing the rings. I smiled, as Dana passed the rings around, she came prepared.
"I borrowed these from Dr. Fibs back at GA, they are modified mood rings, it's only a prototype. So it still has the effects of a mood ring. These are voice-stressed analyzers, it can pick up on lies, but only if the Subject is close. If it is a lie, you will feel a soft vibration," She stopped in front of Mr. Williams's desk.
"These rings can be fooled, if the agent is good enough. Like, so. Reporter, ask me something," Dana said. Tim pondered on what to say for a second or two, he then smiled, slipped on the ring and asked,
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I bit back a laugh, most of the class was laughing and Rebecca and Cam looked at each other with knowing smiles growing on their faces. All Dana did was raise her eyebrows and answered,
"Yep, I do," Mr. Williams's round eyes had practically glued themselves to the ring on his middle finger. My eyes and ears were intent on Dana (I had to say, I was glad Mr. Williams asked, actually…but I wouldn't tell anyone that, even under torturous interrogation), I didn't see or hear anything, Dana was always one of the best liars.
"The ring didn't do anything…so you're single?" he said the last part in a hopeful tone that made me scoff a little, the class didn't hear it (they haven't been to Sublevel Three yet), but Dana (who has been to Sublevel Three) looked back at me with a smug look in her beautiful, liquid caramel eyes.
"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not, ask again," She told the class, a mysterious tone that made everyone sit at the edge of their seat (everyone, Mr. Goode, Cam, and Ms. Baxter).
"Uh, okay, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Nope, I don't," she popped the 'p' (like she usually does) in the word, I saw Mr. Williams look at the ring with a confused expression; he shook his hand, as if the ring were broken. I saw Dana smile.
"It's not broken, Reporter, it's just not as good of scanning lies as I'm good at telling them," she shrugged, and moved on. I was about to take control of the class when I saw Mr. Baker raise his hand,
"Yes, Coach?" Dana said, as she paced back and forth in front of the classroom.
"Does that mean you have a boyfriend or not?" Mr. Baker asked, Dana let out a soft laugh and her eyes looked at me for a fleeting second, she eyes then settled on Mr. Baker
"Classified," Dana said again with her mysterious tone again, Mr. Baker and most of the class seemed to have deflated, like taking the wind out of a tornado. I could feel a smirk break out on my face, that's when I turned to the class,
"Your partner is the person across from you,"
Time: 8:49 a.m.
Location: Covert Operations Class, Sublevel 1
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
I was partners with Cammie, I had the truth ring (that looked the mood rings from the 60's) slipped around my index finger. Cammie had hers on her middle finger. I smirked at her and she just simply rolled her eyes, she lean forward a bit and started asking questions.
"What's your full name?"
"That's a pretty boring question, Gallagher Girl," I said, I smirked as she got annoyed again.
"Zach!"
"Yep, that's my name," I reached out and lifted her small hand in front of her face, "See--not lying." I didn't realize I was starting to trace circles on her hand…I didn't know I was still holding her hand!…it just seemed so…natural….I snapped back to reality as she asked another question,
"Why do you keep calling me 'Gallagher Girl'?"
"You go to Gallagher don't you?" I answered her question with another question, I called her 'Gallagher Girl' because she was the first student I heard from Gallagher…and it was kind of a compliment too, I mean, Gallagher Girls are supposed to be one of the best, right? But…nope, I didn't say that. I also liked teasing her, (don't boyfriends usually have nicknames for their girlfriends? At least mine for Cammie sounds cool…and not something mushy) When I looked her in the eyes, I saw that same understanding when I wanted to compliment her too. She laughed a little. I smiled, I leaned forward farther so I was closer to her.
"My turn," I felt my grin grow larger, "Did you like dancing with me?" I asked, I was curious about that, we were silent most of the time we were dancing.
"I don't think that's the kind of question, Mr. Solomon or Ms. Jord--" I cut her off,
"I'll take that as a yes," I could see from her cute, blushing face that she was embarrassed to admit it, I felt my grin turn a little flirty (okay, A LOT flirty) as I saw her eyes looking at her hand with the ring (which I was still refusing to let go of). From our jointed hands, I didn't feel any vibration (I didn't need the ring, but to go by the book…). She blushed even more, but went back to normal when she countered me,
"Did you like dancing with me?" Cammie asked, a tiny smirk of her own was planted her on her gorgeous face, I've been feeling like all my thoughts about Cammie lately were about how cute she was (even though she is completely adorable, or how mom would say it, "darling").
"Maybe," was my cryptic answer. I felt my own voice go a bit higher, and Cammie smiled and called me, "liar".
"Spy" I pointed to myself, she rolled her eyes but still had that triumphant smile.
"How about your parents?" I felt my blood freeze when she asked me that…I loosened my grip on her hand, but when I didn't answer she squeezed it.
"I understand," she said after what felt like a few centuries than a few seconds. I looked at my ring and didn't feel the subtle vibration. That's when the bell rang, I started to take off the black plastic loop when Ms. Jordon's voice echoed in the metal room,
"You all may keep the rings, my treat," I put the mood/truth ring back on…my melancholy mood was back and I half expected the ring on my right hand to turn a depressing, cloudy blue.
"Zach" I turned around to feel Cammie peck me on the cheek, "You're not alone…I'll be here, promise." after that, Cammie went and walked up to Ms. Jordon. I felt warmth glow off my cheeks and I looked at the modified mood ring, the "truth" part of it wasn't vibrating…and the "mood" part of it…turned pink…matching my face at the moment. I immediately turned and went straight to the North Wing, hoping my face would cool down…I may have look irritated but…I was felt light and happy, I smiled to myself when I thought back to what Cammie had said,
"You're not alone…I'll be here, promise."
I'm not alone…am I?
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