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"Girls you ready?" I asked. We were about to sneak out for who knew how long. The only thought that kept me going is that I was going to find my dad. I was going to be able to jump in his arms and hug him after all these crazy years I had gone through without him.
"Definitely," Bex said grinning. Liz and Macey didn't seem so sure, but I didn't even care. We had to do this. I grabbed the backpack I had packed with all our essentials. It had taken two months to plan all this, and we were finally ready. I had to be ready, or nothing would work out.
As we were about to leave, there was a knock at the door. Annoyed, Macey stalked up and threw it open to find Zach standing there with the same mysterious look as always.
"Oh my God, what do you want?" Macey said. She obviously was nervous and just wanted to go before she could back down. Zach threw his hands up in response.
"I have to talk to Cammie," he said, and my heart almost stopped beating. I know Liz would disagree with that and come up with a million reasons how that is not possible with my health, but that's what it felt like. If Zach really needed to talk to me, it had to be big. Like super big.
"About what?" I asked him, coming up next to Macey. He just grabbed my hand, sending thrills up my arm, and pulled me into the hallway before Macey or I could protest.
"What?" I asked bluntly. I wasn't in the mood. The sooner I found Dad, the better.
"Cammie, I knew you would do this," he said, stopping in a deserted hallway. "I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not," I protested. "This is my mission."
"I know it is, but I can't stand the thought that you could get hurt or...be killed," he said. Zach's concerned for me?
"I can take care of myself," I said, and I could.
"I know that," he said. "But still, I want to come. I want to. I need to. I have to." Why was he acting so strange?
"Since when have you worried about me?" I asked. Zach didn't reply. He just pressed his lips to mine, throwing my back to the wall. I felt the same tingles and butterflies as the first time Zach had kissed me so long ago.
"What was that?" I asked when he pulled away. Zach shook his head.
"In this situation, I needed to. I know that you can't trust me, but I really like you. I want you to trust me," he said. Zach looked like he was in battle with himself.
"Well, then what does this make us?" I asked, scared of what he would answer.
"Friends," he said. My heart stopped for a second (no matter what Liz would say) and I couldn't help but notice Zach's hurt expression. Friends. Oh, no, Cammie, you don't want to be his girlfriend! But what if I do?