Hey guys! It's me again! Well, here's another chapter, sorry for the dodgy update pattern, I know I said this last time, but now I am SERIOUSLY going to update regularly! If you think I'm taking too long after this, PM me and tell me to get a move on!

Disclaimer: Seriously guys, I don't own any of this, if you thought I did then you seriously need to get your specs checked!

Present time

The building was further away than expected, and trying to do a sly, silent run/duck crawl can really take it out of you.

I kept to the shadows and dropped down when I heard anything.

Every time I stood on a stick or a thistle my heart jumped to throat, and once I swore I was being attacked by some sort of snare on the ground.

Turns out I was just tripping on my shoe lace.

They may not be the coolest of gear, but next time I buy trainers, I am definitely getting Velcro.

I reached the building just as the sun was coming up and ran around to the side.

It would be harder to blend in now.

A voice came from the front of the building "Marco, what the hell are you doing? Kate said we had to walk from here to the car."

I slammed myself against the grey stone wall -slicing my arm as I did so on a piece of sharp jutting out concrete.

Blood immediately started to soak into the sleeve of my jacket.

"Balls."

I whispered, sliding down against the wall until I reached the ground.

I took my jacket off and ripped a bit of my shirt to use as a tourniquet.

I'd been watching way too many adventure movies lately.

I looked round to see if anyone was coming.

The man 'Marco' I presume shouted his answer and I ran around to the back of the building. It looked so tiny, yet I knew for a fact that Grant, Nick, Jonas, Bex, Liz, Macey, Solomon and the rest of the teachers at Gallagher must be being held captive here.

Along with Cammie.

Why?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that if it involves my mother, it can't be good.

I walked closer and closer to the building. I could see no entrance anywhere.

There wasn't one at the front either.

I poked my head around the stone wall to see the other side.

Nothing.

Confused I slowly shuffled to the front of this doorless construction, probably making more noise than when I was just walking.

Satisfied the men had gone, I wandered over to where I thought the men had come out.

No opening in sight.

Not even a little window for me to get through.

Frustrated, I kicked the ground, hoping that it'd trigger some sort of device which would bring forth a door of some kind, y'know like they do in the movies (Told you I'd been watching too many).

But no such luck.

I pressed my hand against the wall to see if anything gave way – again, no such luck.

I heard a faraway cry of anger.

Oops... I guess they didn't have insurance after all.

Less than a week ago

"For God's sake Grant how much bloody room do you have to take? Move up!" Bex cried, shoving herself against the bus window in an effort to move away from Grant.

(Who in all fairness, was practically sat on top of her.)

"I don't get why I have to sit next to him anyway? I'd much rather sit near someone who isn't eating a cheese and salsa taco.

Wait.

How the hell did you get a flipping taco anyway?" She finished.

"Brought it with me." He replied, taking another bite.

"I must have seriously sinned in my past life." She sighed.

"Bex," I said shuffling around so I could get comfortable "You have to sit near Grant because you're supposed to be his girlfriend. You're also supposed to shy, not that you're really taking that into account." I smirked.

She glared at me, and I carried on regardless.

"Do you really think I want to sit near Cammie?"

Liz chuckled at this and started staring at my hands, which I'd covered in gloves, insisting that my hands were cold.

I wasn't taking any chances.

"No."

Liar.

"So just do what we're doing, me and Cammie –ignoring each other, Nick and Macey – Insulting each other's fashion sense, or Liz and Jonas… Playing noughts and crosses..."

"I'm winning!" Liz cried.

"...And stop moaning!"

"Fine" Bex huffed, and went back to practising her Irish accent.

Cammie leant over to me. "You do realise, that Bex being quiet will probably last... Oh I don't know? Thirty seconds?"

I nodded. "That's what I thought." She smiled and shoved her earphones into her ears.

For the next hour, the only things I could hear were the occasional snores from Macey and Nick, a random 'yes!' from Liz or Jonas when they won, and the distance sounds of Paramore coming from Cammie's IPod…

Same day, an hour and a half later…

"WAKE UP GUYS"

I jolted awake and smacked my forehead against Bex's nose.

"Dude, if this is broken, I am seriously taking you in P&E."

The back of my neck started to prickle and sweat as she checked for broken nose cartilage.

"It's fine. You got lucky Goode."

Phew.

"We're here." Liz smiled, walking up to us. Bex pursed her lips and walked out the bus doors, which were slowly opening she grabbed Liz whilst walking.

Everyone else except me and Cammie were already outside.

Cammie switched off her IPod and raised her eyebrows.

"Have a nice sleep?" she asked.

"Um...Yeah..." I replied.

"My shoulder can tell." She said.

I looked at her shoulder; in one patch the usual navy blue of the Blackthorne blazer had become darker.

In other words, I'd drooled.

Whoops.

She rolled her eyes and I pretended to sniff her "You needed a bath anyway." I smirked.

If looks could kill... Well, I wouldn't have fancied my chances at that moment in time.

"I am so getting you back for that Zachary." She scowled, and tripped over the bottom of the bus seat into my arms.

"Y'know, that somewhat ruins the effect a little." I whispered into her ear. "But I'm looking forward to it."

She turned to look at me, with her bright, clear hazel eyes – still in my arms. She tilted her head,and I leant forward "I'm –"

"Hey guys! I forgot my ba- Oops! Kodak moment!"

Bex had popped her head back through the doors to grab her bag.

Cammie jerked away from me, like she'd been stung.

"Come on Bex." She said and yanked her arm stalking out of the doors.

Gee, way to make a guy feel wanted.

Okay then! Buhbye! Ooh and names of any American shops in malls would be helpful! I'm not American, and tend to trust wikipedia a little too much.. I hope you enjoyed it!