CHAPTER 3
Cammie POV
We got to the house, which was basically a very BIG house but it looked like all the others on the street, big and for rich people. I practically ran inside, dumped my bags in the master bedroom and helped Zach sweep for bugs. When we finished, I ran to the bed and threw myself onto it. I sighed and closed my eyes.
"Tired, Gallagher Girl?" someone said behind me.
"You have no idea, Blackthorne Boy," I replied with a yawn. Then something occurred to me.
"Um, Zach? Where are you sleeping?" I asked, kind of curious of his response. I knew we had to 'share' the master suite 'cause Bex and her partner and Macey and her partner needed a room. I watched as he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
"Well… depends on what you want," he mumbled. I smiled. He was cute.
"You can have that side of the bed," I said pointing to the other side of the bed, I watched as his expression changed from embarrassed to amazed, what, did he think I was the type to tell guys to sleep on the floor?
"Just remember, if you wake me up, you'll never wake up again," I threatened and closed my eyes. But then I stopped.
"Um Zach?" I said, a little hesitant. He looked around when he heard my tone of uncertainty.
"If I'm, um, doing the plane thing, could you wake me up?" I asked not meeting his eye.
"Sure Gallagher Girl," I looked up to see his watching me, kind of puzzled and wondered.
"Thanks…" I mumbled and before he replied I was already asleep.
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Zach POV
I watched as Cammie slept on the bed, her breathing even and soft. I climbed onto the bed quietly not wanting to wake her up (I took her threat seriously, I really wanted to live up to 25) and not wanting to disturb the look of utter peace on her small angelic face. I thought back to the plane where she had tensed and thrashed and I knew that someone, or something had done something to her, and in that moment the thing I hated most in the world was the person that made my Gallagher Girl suffer.
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I woke up with the sun streaming on my face, eyes still groggy from sleep. I looked over at Cammie and found her much closer than last night, we were almost touching. Almost. I got up and took a quick shower and then I swallowed a rising fear. I had to go wake Cammie up.
"Cammie," I shook her gently, "wake up!" I stood back in fear and wondered if she was going to kill me.
"Why, did you wake me up?" she moaned under the covers, her hair covered parts of her face as she tried to block me out and go back to sleep.
"We need to go pick up um," I looked down at the sheet of paper in my hand, "Rebecca Baxter, Grant Newman, Macey McHenry and Nick Cross." She threw off the covers and shrieked in happiness. Then she stopped. She had a look of horror on her face.
"Oh my god," she said, her face white and terrified, "what are I going to wear?" she frantically started looking through her suitcase, looking for something to wear. I couldn't help it. I laughed. She whirled on me.
"I suggest you wear something acceptable too, Zachary," she said, narrowing her eyes, "unless you want to be put in a coma with a mascara wand by Macey McHenry." I stopped laughing abruptly and started flipping through my suitcase. Cammie smirked.
"I thought so."