"So you're telling me I have been missing for four years and in that time married my enemy who happens to be your boyfriend's mother?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say boyfrie-" I started before Zach interrupted by saying
"Yes, it appears that way. That's what you and Catherine told us."
Dad shot up in bed, his sheet falling round his waist, and almost bumping heads with Dr Fibs who was still examining him. "Catherine." He said, his voice back to the hard, evil one we had heard in the cell. "I must get back to Catherine. She will not like me being here. And you should either be in a cell or carrying our descendant." He stated pointing an accusing finger at me, while I sat eyes wide and staring at him. How could he flick so quickly back and forth between evil/insane maniac and loving father?
"Chip" Fibs stated.
Good, I was really starting to get hungry, I hadn't eaten in a while and-
"Microchip, Cammie, not food." Joe told me, as though reading my mind. Damn he's good. I sighed silently cursing for not realising that was what Fibs had meant. But what I still didn't understand was his personality shifts. Dad was still rambling on about how he needs to get to Catherine, and mom was getting teary again whilst Joe held her tightly at his side, when Fibs pulled out a rather large needle and injecting it into dad. He fell limp on the bed almost instantly.
"Good" Fibs breathed.
"Okay, Fibs, remove the chip." Joe started, "As soon as you're done, we move. Rachel and I will travel with Matt, you two will travel alone. We will make our way to my cabin, Zach you know the one. Make it there alone. Now, go pack, and leave as soon as you can." Joe instructed. "Oh and Zach, remember the documents. Now go."
I fake saluted and shouted "Sir, yes sir." Which was followed promptly by an eye roll from everyone in the room as I marched out the room, Zach on my heels.
We headed through the regal halls of the Gallagher Academy to our room to pack. We got there and pulled our suitcases out from under our beds.
"What exactly do I need to pack?" I asked Zach.
"Everything." He replied.
"Everything?" he nodded and started to pack. We worked in silence for a few minutes before I turned back to Zach. "Everything? You mean I have to pack everything? Every single thing I own?"
"Yes" he looked at me with amusement in his eyes. Gosh he is beautiful. "You need to pack everything, we don't know how long we'll be there."
I nodded and continued packing, raising the odd eyebrow and occasionally being stunned enough to let out a squeal at what Macey had snuck into my piles of clothes when moving in with Zach. How some of them even qualified as pieces of clothes, I did not know. There was just so little material… And lacy… And sultry… And – OH so that's what they are! Macey has packed me risqué lingerie. And lots of it.
Dear Macey, next time I see you, you are sooo getting it. No mercy.
Zach saw me pulling a face at this article, and turned to look at it, causing him to chuckle and me to blush like a blushing tomato. Yes. A blushing tomato.
"McHenry?" he asked.
"McHenry."
"You know Gallagher Girl, I wouldn't mind if you wore it."
*Cue more blushing and awkward coughing* I try to recover and come up with a reply.
"You wouldn't would you?" I asked, trying to add sass and sarcasm to cover my reaction.
"I would. It would suit you."
Oh good, nice to know that I 'suit' these poor examples of underwear.
"Where exactly is Joe's Cabin?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.
"Now that, would be telling." Ugh I hate it when he's like this.
"Where is it, Zachary." I pushed.
"I'd tell you Cameron, but then I'd have to kill you."
Damn you Zachary Goode.