"Where are we going?"
"Surprise."
Zach's POV
"I hate surprises," Cammie whined from the back seat. She was squashed between Tristan and Macey. One of them had put a blindfold on her.
"Too bad," Macey sang.
"COCA-COLA WENT TO TOWN. DIET PEPSI KNOCKED HIM DOWN. DR PEPPER FIXED HIM UP, NOW WE'RE DRINKING 7 UP. 7 UP GOT THE FLU, NOW WE'RE DRINKING MOUNTAIN DEW. MOUNTAIN DEW FELL OFF THE MOUNTAIN, NOW WE'RE DRINKING FROM THE FOUNTAIN. FOUNTAIN BROKE, THAT'S NO JOKE, NOW WE'RE BACK TO DRINKING COKE. COCA-COLA WENT TO -"
"Shut. Up!" Liz and Bex threw dirty looks at Grant and stopped singing along with their hand-game.
"You look like a bunch of first graders," Jonas teased, mussing Liz's hair. She giggled.
"We're here!" I announced, relieved. "You can take off your blindfold, Cammie."
She took it off. First she looked sleepy, then alert, then pissed, then embarrassed, then pissed again, then she just sighed.
"I shoulda seen it coming. You're carrying all my bags, mister." She pointed a delicate finger at me. I shrugged. We walked inside, and Bex and Macey immediately took control. They grabbed Cam's hands and pulled her into a fancy store that sold fancy dresses for fancy people. Tristan, Jonas, Grant and I stood near the door awkwardly.
Cammie tried to go over to us, but Bex caught her and dragged her towards the racks of dresses.
Dirty Little Secret by the All-American Rejects was on. I heard Cammie quietly singing along to it and chuckled. They all got dresses, and, like she promised, I had to carry all of Cammie's bags.
We started walking towards different stores.
"Shit," Cammie mumbled.
"Eyes?" Bex whispered.
"Yes." Liz said.
"Far?"
"15 feet behind,"
"Target?
"Let's find out."
"Split?"
"15, American Eagle."
Suddenly, Cammie grabbed my hand and we steered into a store that smelled strongly of cologne. She got into cover, acting all lovey dovey, never letting go of my arm.
"What was that Gallagher Girl code?" I whispered.
"Tell ya later, sweetie." she whispered back. Suddenly, I saw him. A man with black hair in a black trench coat. I saw him a five minutes ago in sweat pants.
He saw us and strode purposely towards us. We casually walked out of the store, and some guys ran up to Cammie.
"Hey, you sing good?"
"Uhm, maybe?"
"The talent competition's in 5 minutes...our singer just broke her arm."
She looked at me. Best cover we can get here.. Her expression said.
"So will you do it?"
"Sure. But I get stage-fright, so I'm gonna go up in disguise, okay?"
"Sure, whatever. Thanks a bunch. Get backstage as soon as possible!"
Cammie walked briskly to a store and bought a long dark brown wavy wig, light faded green contacts, and re-applied mascara, gold eyeshadow, eyeliner, and blush. She looked gorgeous. I told her that.
She blushed and kissed me on the cheek. We ran backstage, momentarily forgetting about our tail and our friends.
"What song do I have to sing?"
"Get Over It by Avril Lavigne. Do you know it?"
"Yea."
They ran out and Cammie started singing after the bursts of applause. She strummed on her borrowed acoustic guitar.
Slipping down a slide
I did enjoy the ride
Don't know what to decide
You lied to me
You looked me in the eye
It took me by surprise
Now are you gratified
You cried to me
La, la, la, la, la
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
When I was feeling down
You'd start to hang around
And then I found your hands all over me
And that was out of bounds
You filthy rotten hound
It's badder than it sounds, believe me
La, la, la, la, la
Hey, you gotta get over it
Hey, you gotta get over it
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
You'll have to get over it
I was surprised again at what Cammie's voice was like. She smiled, blew air kisses, and suddenly I saw him. He was pulling something out of his coat...
Cammie suddenly ran off the stage, and we ran outside, crashing into the others. We ran farther away from the mall, not wanting to cause commotion. Suddenly, a black tinted van sped up the street, and we were greatly outnumbered.
It started immediately.
Cammie kicked the gun out of one guy's hand with a kick so high she could've easily kicked her own face. She punched him in the gut and he doubled over, while she grabbed the guy next to him and flipped him.
I turned around and punched another guy in the face, and pressed a pressure point in his neck. He fell. Napotine patch for him.
Bex swooped down into a crouch and stuck her leg out, sliding in a circle, taking three men to the ground. She violently slapped Napotine patches on them.
Grant kicked a guy in the face while punching another guy in the crotch.
I winced for the man.
Lizzie and Jonas went around and slapped Napotine patches on the ones that we were too busy to do. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
"Stop!" We all froze anyway, since every man or woman in the black clothing were on the floor, unconscious.
"Zach," My mother stepped out of the shadows. "Hand over the girl."
"Why would I?" I stepped protectively in front of Cam.
"I have something that you would like to know, Cameron."
She stood on tip-toes and peeked over my shoulder, only her eyes showing, which were glinting with curiosity, stretched wide. But she didn't say anything.
"Once you know...you'll go with me willingly, whether my idiot son wants it or not."
"What is it..?"
"I have your mother, Cameron, dear."