Chapter 2
Can you believe it? Zachary Goode, standing right next to me, smirking the 'I-know-something-you-don't-know' smirk.
"Ok, I get it." I said.
"If you don't get it Gallagher Girl. I can explain it to you." He smiled.
"Alright." I sat down. "Explain."
"Well," He sat next to me. "We are having a little makeover at Blackthorne." He replied.
"Seeing is believing." I crossed my arms.
"Don't believe me?" He said.
"Not a word." I said.
"I don't get it." He said as ran his hand in his hair.
"What's not to get? Want to hear something?" I asked.
"I don't know… Alright, go ahead." He replied.
"If you won't tell me the truth, I will either ask my mom or Dr. Steve." I said.
"As if they will tell you. After all, Bex said you always figure things out at the last minute."
"How did you know that Bex said that?" I asked.
He pointed to himself. "Spy."
Here we go again with the 'pointing to himself and saying spy'. I stood up and starting walking towards my mom. Zach stood up and blocked my path.
"Hey where are you going?" Zach asked.
"What does it look like to you, I'm going to ask my mom." I replied and tried to walk past him. I managed but he grabbed my hand.
"Gallagher Girl wait." Zach said.
A lot of girls saw us and started the 'ooh he's holding her hand' stuff. Big deal, as if this was the first time he ever did that.
"What? Like you said, it's a makeover, what's the big deal?" I asked.
"If you believe that, why are you still going that *direction*?" Zach asked. *(AnimePriestessKikyan's thought: When I wrote (typed) that, I thought about One Direction! LOL)* Sorry back to the story!
"Well, I want to make sure." I said. "Trust me, I want to make sure of everything."
"Well, don't." He said too quickly.
"Zach what's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing is wrong Cammie." He laughed nervously.
Some was already wrong. He called me Cammie. Hey! Not that it's wrong, but it's rare for him to call me Cammie. He would usually say that when he's either serious or want me to believe that he's serious so I won't bother him anymore about the subject.
"Zach, tell me what's wrong?" I said calmly.
"Nothing's wrong okay?" He said.
"I know when something is wrong, now tell me." I urged him to talk to me. He wasn't nervous when he showed up. He was all smirk-y like when he walked towards me. Was it because I kind of asked about Blackthorne? Nahh… But there is a small chance yes. And a small chance no… What is he hiding? Sometimes, I hate it when people leave you on a cliffhanger. I want things here and now. Not cliffhanger and later.
"Listen, this is not the time okay?" Zach asked.
Yeah, he looked kind of serious. But something's wrong, and I want to help him. After all, he helped me a lot of times. Like the time when he showed up at the dangerous point of my life. He also was concerned for me a lot of times. Like when we were dancing and my bra from my strapless red dress became unhooked and started sliding down… Ok that's a little too personal. Let's forget about that…
"Zach…?" I said slowly.
"Listen Cam, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Zach said, and he walked out the Grand Hall doors.