Christin Solomon
Chapter 3-This Isn't Your Business
Cammie's POV
Zach, Grant, and Jonas stood in the doorway looking equally furious. Zach stepped in and glared at me. Grant grabbed the listening device from Bex's hands in one swift motion and deactivated it. And Jonas just stood there, tensing and relaxing his muscles.
"Do you think it's funny to listen in on personal conversations between a father and a daughter?" Zach asked, his voice oddly clam, not matching his stance at all. I stared at him and finally shook my head.
"We just wanted to know more . . ." I trailed off, not really knowing how to finish.
"You have no right!" Jonas exploded. Bex and I looked at him, such an outburst from such a calm guy like Jonas was . . . unreal.
"Well if you would answer our questions, we wouldn't have to do this!" Bex finally kicked herself into defense mode. Thank God, because I was having no such luck.
"She trusts us not to tell, we're not about too!" Grant snapped back. There was a long, tense, and almost hard to breathe in moment before it suddenly released and it felt calm again.
"Just talk to me Grant. We don't have to talk about Christin. I just want to talk to you, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Bex's English accent slipped through heavily and I watched the tough Grant turn into a giant teddy bear.
"Okay Bex, I'd like that." He sat down beside her and wrapped a big arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder, I was pretty sure that was my cue to go. So I stood up and Zach followed me as we left my room and started walking down the hall. Instinctively, I turned into one of the secret passageways, feeling safe. I leaned against a wall and slid down to sit on the floor, Zach slid down next to me, and we didn't speak for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to obstruct any privacy, I just wanted to know more." I said quietly. Zach let out a deep breath and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"I know and I blame myself for driving you to that." He whispered, studying the wall a crossed from us. I squirmed into his lap and tucked my head under his.
"You didn't, please don't blame yourself Zach." I said pleadingly. The last thing I wanted was for Zach to be blaming himself. He sighed and wrapped his arms my waist loosely.
"Alright, but promise me you won't do it again, Cam. If Christin chooses to tell you or anybody else, that's one thing. Just no more listening in, okay?" He asked gently, I nodded and murmured, "I promise." Once again we sat there in silence before Zach's lips reached down and touched mine, sending electric waves through me. We sat there for six minutes and thirty four seconds, kissing. Then we finally broke off, gasping for breath. I leaned my forehead against his.
"I don't want you to go to her class." I said suddenly, he smirked in the darkness.
"Would you miss me?" He questioned. I shook my head no and tried to stand up, but he held me tighter.
"I just want to warn you of two things, Gallagher Girl." Zach muttered.
"What?" I asked, moving so I was facing him. His face was oddly grave and he stared at me with an intensity he didn't often use. My anticipation grew as he waited for a few moments, making me hang on suspense.
"One, Christin is like a protective big sister." He explained darkly, I rolled my eyes.
"And what would I ever do to you that would make her mad at me?"
"You never know. Two, there are things that are simply not your business." I slapped him in the chest and he broke out in a wide grin and I couldn't help but smile back.
"It doesn't seem you've ever heard of the word, classified." I teased.
"I look like an angel compared to Christin." Zach defended.
"No you don't! I'm way prettier!" A familiar voice called.
A/N: Not much to say. I wrote this chapter early because I probably won't be able to update anything tomorrow. I have a basketball tournament and I'm going to the big city. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you to all the people who have been reviewing. It's really encouraged me. Peace Out.