Ohmygerd guys its been so long! I'm so sorry I've been so busy! My birthday was on Feb. 13th! Also happy Valentine's Day! R&R please! I'll try to update soon!

"Come on Morgan faster," the coach yelled at me as we're running after I've changed. I finally finished the last lap and got the time sixteen minutes for two miles. Not my best. We are going to play a different version of kickboxing and coach just explained the rules. Pretty much the same rules also including that stomach and head hits are illegal. "Pair up!" He yells. Immediately Zach starts to run over to me, but Michael grabs my hand and states, "Your my partner." Then drags me over to the ring.

"Let go of me," I yelled and wriggled my hand out of his grasp. I'm walking over to Zach when coach orders, "Too late to switch now get back with Michael." Zach looks at me helplessly so I just sigh, and slowly go back. We jump into the ring, and coach tells us to start. I am mad now. Actually now i'm kind of happy I get to kick Michael's butt.

While distracted , I didn't here the bell signaling us to start. Michael's foot rips in to my stomach. It hit right where I had gotten shot only like less than two weeks ago. I hit the ground hard, and the air escaped through my mouth. Coach blew his whistle yelling "Foul!"

Before someone thought to stop the match I forced myself up, and kicked Michael hard on the small of his back. At least that's where I aimed. His hand caught my foot at a weird angle before I even made contact. "Stop it," Zach roars from in the crowd of people, but we both ignore him. Michael has a sly smile on his face when he hissed, "Not so confident now are you." Then he drops my foot. I can't stand on it now. It must be sprained. He swings his foot aiming at my shoulder, but I hop out of the way. He loses his balance, so while he is distracted I kick his arm with my injured foot, and it bends an awkward way. We both scream but only he falls.

Before he could move an inch I launch myself on top of him, so he is unable to move. Ding! "Cammie wins!" Coach exclaims. I hobble down the stairs back to the gym floor. Zach's there waiting for me, and I put my arm around his shoulders to hold myself up. He brings me to the bench then runs to the other side of the room to get my water bottle. "Here," he says than offers it to me. I grab it, and guzzle down half the bottle in a matter of seconds. Next I thank him breathlessly. He replies "Let me see your ankle."

I lift it slowly on to his lap wincing. He pulls off my shoe, and looks. His eyes look indifferent but, my ankle is red and swelling like crazy. "It's sprained at least maybe broken all because of him," he explains his shoulders tense with menace in his voice at the last part.

(Time Skip)

I just got back from the nurses office, and now i'm on crutches with two bruised ribs.

Great.

Everyone in the halls are gaping at me as I make my way to my next class, COW. Zach is carrying my bag and books, but sadly we don't have the next period together.

I finally sat down at my desk, and put the crutches at my side. "What happened?" Liz squealed.

"Let's just say Michael is officially an enemy," Zach mumbled then walked away to his own class now that he knew I was with Liz.

"What happened?" She repeated more urgently this time. I explain the situation, and she looks outraged. That's saying something for Liz. "He did this to you," Liz yells, then realized that we're still in a classroom full of people, and blushes a brilliant pink. "Sit down everyone," the teacher ordered only looking at us.

I daydreamed pretty much the whole entire lesson. Thankfully I can always count on Liz to take notes for me.

The bell finally rings. I get to my feet cringing the whole way. I'm almost out the doorway with Lizzy slowing her pace for me holding all of our books, when the teacher commands, "Oh Cammie why don't you just rest up the rest of the day, and Liz can you bring this note to her next class?" I thankfully nod just realizing how tired I am.

I precariously walk to my dorm opening the door, and tumbled on to my bed groaning with exhaustion. "You okay," a low male voice asks near the back of the room.

Zach.

"How did you get in here," I sigh through my pillow not even caring enough to lift my head.

"Spy," he states. I imagine he is pointing to himself. Just like the old days. He comes and sits on the edge of my bed, and starts stroking and playing with my hair. He doesn't notice I am smiling. The silence that comes isn't awkward. It's peaceful.

Sooner or later I must have dosed off. "It's dinner time," He whispers softly in my ear. His voice is so calming that I could have fallen back to sleep in his arms, but I know I must eat. Sighing I pull myself out of the covers, and ask Zach to bring me into the bathroom, so I can see if I was presentable enough. He just smiled and scoops me up slowly then walks in to that room.

I stare into the mirror. My face and body has bruises in many places, and my eyes look tired. My leg was still in the cast, and my ribs feel like they were beaten with a baseball bat. Otherwise I look fine. His piercing green eyes look warmly down at me. The full set of lips I want to kiss right now are upturned in a slight smile. "Are you done drooling over you're reflection yet because I'm not," He jokes happily. We both are grinning when he pulls my face up to his and kiss for awhile until we have to stop because I'm laughing to hard. We're still laughing as he locates my crutches, helps me on to them, and opens the door for me saying "After you my lady." Smirking, he closes the door.

Both of us were fully unaware that we did not leave it empty.

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