This chapter have a little more Zach/Cammie in it. I hope you enjoy! :) Tell me if you like it, love it. Also, tell me if you want to read stuff with more Zach and Cammie. Maybe in the next chapter, they'll have a full-blown make-out session without interruptions. ;)

Song I listened to while writing this chapter:

Song: Wouldn't change a thing

Artists: Joe Jonas & Demi Lovato

~ C

Roof

Cammie's POV:

We returned back to our room after dinner. I was deliberately trying to avoid Zach - to no prevail. He grabbed my wrist the second I stepped out the dinning room. I swiveled around and glared at him. I heard Macey whispered, 'Oh he is so dead.'

Damn right he is.

"What?" I snapped, jerking my wrist out of his grasp.

"...How are you?" He finally asked.

My temper flared. "Y-you seriously have the nerve to ask me that?" I cried in disbelief.

"Moron." Liz smirked.

"I-I don't but I like to know." He stuttered. His eyes glimmered with great depths of sorrow and adoration. I adverted my gaze. Five years and the power his eyes have over me is still unbelievable.

"Well you don't have the right to know." I growled, whipping around and headed for the grand staircase.

He reached out and grabbed my forearm. "Hey, I wanna say something."

I clenched my fist and the muscles in my forearm bulged. "Let. Go. Of. Me." I enunciated, spitting out the words.

"Not until you talk to me!" He was getting frustrated now. Like I give a damn. "Can you give us a minute?" He asked my friends.

"Oh hell no. We are not leaving you with her." Bex said harshly.

"Please."

Macey spoke up, voice oozing with unhappiness. "Fine. Five minutes. Got it? And if we come back to see her crying, I swear to God, I will break off your limps and burn them." She snarled.

I saw Zach gulped. "You are becoming more and more like a spy, Mace." He complimented, regaining his composure.

Macey flashed him a dangerous smile. "Isn't that what I'm trained for?" She glanced at me then repeated. "Five minutes."

Zach nodded appreciatively. "Thanks."

"Oh don't thank me yet." Macey sneered and waltz away with Bex and Liz following her, keeping their eyes trained on us.

"What?" I asked for the second time that night.

His eyes roamed my body and a light blush crept up my neck. "What do you want?" I snapped, drawing his attention away from my curvy form.

"I wanna say sorry. For a lot of things." He begins.

"Apology not accepted." I spun around and stalked off.

He stopped in front of me. "Let me finish." He urged.

I shrugged.

"You wanna know why I haven't contact you?" He asked lowly.

I shrugged again. "Not really. Honestly, I don't really care." That was a lie. A bad one. If any of the girls were here, they be shooting me disbelieving looks. I wanted desperately to know why. But if I said yes in any way, it'll show weakness and one thing we were trained at Gallagher is to never show weakness.

He caught on my lie. "It's because I can't."

"Oh that explains so much." I retorted sarcastically.

"Do you even know why I'm having this stupid wedding?" He said angrily.

"Because you found your soul mate." I rolled my eyes. "Of course I know."

"Then you know why I haven't...contacted you." He finished.

I waited. Was that the punch line? I was waiting for a punch line to this ridiculous joke. "Right because calling the person you kissed five years ago is so belowyou." I grounded out. My anger was boiling now. How the hell can he tell me he couldn't afford to call me? That's like the worst thing you can tell a girl! Well, besides, 'you're ugly' but I'd rather have him say that than what he did. "I went through hell the last five years." I stomped over to him and got in his face, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. "I cried myself to sleep for months! I looked like hell!" I paused, letting that sink in. "And what the hell were you doing while my heart was slowing dissolving? You knew that incident with Josh left me hollow and yet you were willing to play with my heart." I yelled, the tears streaming down my face freely.

"I-"

"No. Zach. You didn't know what I was going through. All you cared about was yourself. You were off flirting with probably a billion girls. I bet you never once thought about poor little Cammie. You thought I was just going to wait around until you showed signs that you wanted a serious relationship. And I fell for it." My cries turned to heart-wracking sobs. "You kept me on the line - the Rebound - for whenever your other relationships ended. I wasn't worth your time was I?" I smiled gruesomely.

He shook his head. Tears were also streaming down his face. I admit, that surprised me. I've never seen Zachary Goode cry about anything. "You are worth it." He whispered. "I just couldn't..."

"That's total BS!" I screamed. "I was just your toy for that three months, weren't I? You never wanted to have a relationship with me. All those moments were lies."

"How are you going to tell me that my feelings - my own feelings - for you were lies?" He growled. "How would you know anything about what I'm feeling? How did you think I felt, Cammie? Not being able to talk to you, to hear you voice, to see your face was worse than death for me! Now you're here and you're ripping my head off for something I can't control."

My temper flared. How dare he make it sound like it's myfault? "Oh, it's always me. I'm so fucking guilty while Zachary Goode is innocent. Newsflash, bastard, you left me. Do not make it sound like it's my fault. 'Cause it's not."

He got that wild look in his eyes and I felt like I crossed the line. It was true, I didn't know how the last five years felt to him. I didn't know what was going on in his life. But it wasn't my fault. It never was. When I first met him, he was always the guy that kisses girls and run off. He had that vibe coming off him in waves. And now, here he was, telling me that not being able to hear my voice and see my face was worse than death. Psh. I doubt it.

"What are you going to do, Zach?" I asked. "Hit me? Slap me? You'll be unconscious if you try." I threatened.

He grabbed both my arms, slammed me against the wall; keeping me prisoner and...

Kissed me.

My breath caught and I struggled but that only tightened his grip. I relented and felt myself melt into his embrace - his touch. It was the moment that felt - seemed - the most real in the last five years. Against my better judgement (and I can tell you that I wasn't thinking straight because ohmigod Zach's kissing me and damn his lips feel so damn soft!), my arms went around his neck and pulled him tighter to me, almost crushing my body against the wall.

A moan escaped his lips and my knees shook.

"Holy,"

"Shit."

"What the hell?"

Three voices cried out at once. I pushed Zach off me and wiped my swollen lips against my sleeves.

"Okay, next time you decide to have a major make-out session, please do it in private." Macey smirked. "I do not enjoy watching my friend and her...man eat each others' faces."

I scowled. "He is not my man!"

"Sure he isn't Hun." Macey crooned, slinging her arms around my shoulders. "Say bye to Zachey now cause we have to get to bed."

I shrug off her arm.

"Cammie," Zach whispered and when I turned around, his signature smirk was plastered on his face. My scowl deepened. "Meet me on the roof tonight."

"I don't know where the roof is." I reminded him. "Remember, I'm not a student here."

"Right. Uh, go through that door," He pointed to a door on the left that was marked Private. "take a left then a right then straight ahead to another door and there's another set of stairs leading to the roof." He instructed.

I rolled my eyes. "Or I can use the elevator." I distinctly remember the elevator having a roof button.

He sighed. "Fine, if you wanna use the hard way."

"What's so hard about that?" Macey screeched. That girl just spoke my mind.

"Nevermind. So, see you tonight?" He asked me hopefully.

"Maybe."

"Good enough for me." He paused. "You'll be there right?"

A small smile crossed my lips. "Yeah."

Grinning, he waved to the girls and jogged off.

"A secret date." Liz sighed dramatically.

"Not so secret anymore." I laughed.

"Holy crap, did Cameron Morgan laughed for the first time in five years?" Bex said, feigning shock.

"You guys are soo stupid." I grinned, taking the stairs two at a time.

"You gonna go?" Macey asked.

"Go where?"

"The roof with your mannn." She drawled out the word man. I laughed again.

"I said yes didn't I?"

"Oh, I thought that was to throw him off."

"Nah," I shook my head. "I gotta figure out what's the deal with the whole I-couldn't-call-you crap."

"Well in that case, we're gonna help you."

"With what?"

"Your appearance." Macey smiled brightly.

"It's just the roof."

"Regardless, you need to look so hot that Zach won't be able to keep his hands off you." She grinned evilly.

"So what you're saying is that you want the guy who kissed me then left me without any communication for the last five years to grope me?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah pretty much."

I stared at Macey.

She burst out laughing. "I'm kidding."

We climbed a few more steps.

"Or am I?" She whispered mysteriously.