I do agree that last time was a little bit of a filler. But I'm slowly working my way up to the climax! And oh... will it be good ;) Enjoy and Review please!
"What?" I asked.
"I asked if you wanted to ride." Macey said. The two horses were already saddled. She walked up to one and took the reins.
"Macey, I don't ride." I said nervously.
"Cam. I know you took the classes. I know you can ride. So get on the horse." She forced the second set of rains into my hands. "Now." She mounted her horse gracefully and I followed suit, a little rusty.
"But what about Zach." I said as I squirmed in the saddle a bit.
"Cam. It' Zach. We just need to get out of here. We can go anywhere, just not here." She made the horse walk forward then turned to the left and out of the stables. I sighed and slowly urged my horse on.
We made it out of the stables alright, but as we were riding down the drive of the stables someone yelled at us.
"Hey! What are you doing?" He was wearing a dark leather jacket and was standing next to a white van.
"Don't stop!" I shouted to Macey. We moved faster.
"Hey! Come back here!" The man yelled. But we didn't. We didn't stop, in fact, till we got back to the Olympic Park. We got a few weird glances and looks but other than that, no one really paid any attention to us. It was getting close to sunset.
"Let's just leave the horses here." I said. We dismounted and tied them to the bike rack in front of our building. Then we went inside.
All the rest of our girls were in their personal rooms, sleeping.
"Do you think Zach is back?" I asked Macey as we entered our room. Bex came up and hugged me.
"Where were the two of you?!" she practically screamed.
"Bex! Shhh! The other girls are sleeping." Macey scolded.
"I don't care! Where were you?" Bex shook my shoulders.
"Someone came after us at stables after the competition." I said. "But we're fine. I'm fine." I added quickly.
"Next time I'm going with you. There is no way you will be talking me out of coming just so I can practice for my competition." she huffed.
"Fine. Fine." Macey said.
"I'm going to go check on Zach." I got cold glares from everyone. "Really! I'm just going to go see him. I'm not even going to leave the building!"
"Ten minutes." Bex and Macey said together.
I ran out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. It felt like hours till I heard the ding. I sprinted down the hallway and stopped at his door. I knocked.
The door opened automatically.
Zach and I were standing just inches apart. I held my breath and felt his warm breath grazing my face. His breath smelled of mint and he, himself, smelled as he always did. Zachary Goode always smelled of soap. But soap spelled the best on him.
My gaze drifted from his lips to his cute nose, his tan cheeks, his deep green eyes. But something was off. I crinkled my brow. Surrounding his eye was a dark bruise that was shades of purple and green. There were scrapes all over his forehead. He saw me noticing them and quickly brushed his hair over the scrapes.
"What happened?" I gasped, brushing away the hair and tenderly touching the scrapes.
"Nothing, Gallagher Girl. Nothing." he said.
"That doesn't look like nothing, Zach." I pouted. "You have the shooting round tomorrow! How are you going to compete looking like that?!"
"I'll figure something out Gallagher-"
"No." I shook my head. "No. Our room. Seven o'clock. Don't be late." I huffed. I saw Zach's shoulders loosen.
"It's hard to argue with that." he said.
"You know it is!" I said. I was fuming with anger. Suddenly, Zach pulled me in close and pressed his lips to mine. I found myself tracing his scratches. He broke away.
"Goodnight Gallagher Girl." he said finally. He closed his door slowly and I walked back to our room.
"I wouldn't let bad habits start." Bex said. She was sitting on the bed. Macey was peacefully sleeping. "You're thirty-two seconds late." Bex tapped her watch.
"I know. I know." I said in a daze.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with Zach." Bex's emotions completely changed.
"I don't know he wouldn't tell me. But he has all these scrapes and bruises." I said.
"What about his competition tomorrow?" Bex gasped.
"I really hope Macey can work her makeup magic on him and make him look normal." I sighed. "We have an early morning tomorrow. Better get some rest." I said as I crawled under the covers. I heard Bex do the same before I drifted to sleep.
The alarm clock woke us up half an hour before I told Zach to get here. Bex filled Macey in on the plan and she began to set up her extensive makeup kits. Zach knocked softly on the door shortly after, right on time.
"I got it." Bex said. She came back moments later with Zach. He had a hoodie on that covered his face. He lifted the hood and Macey gasped.
"What did you do?" she said, taking in the scrapes and bruises.
"Let's just start." Zach said. He sat down on the toilet lid in the bathroom and Macey went to work.
Fifteen minutes later, Zach came out looking just like his normal self. The red scrapes and bruises were gone. Macey had done a spectacular job covering all the marks up.
"I feel like pastel cake." Zach said. He went up to touch his forehead. Macey swatted his hand.
"Stop that! You'll smudge the makeup." Macey said crossly. "He complains like a little baby."
"You were pulling my eyebrows out!" Zach protested.
"Beauty hurts, honey. Get over it." Macey said.
"We should be getting down to your station, Zach" I said, grabbing his arm and steering him toward the door.
"We'll be around." Bex said. She winked.
I watched Zach that day at his competition. His event didn't take much physical strength. But it did take a lot of mental concentration and good sight. I knew he had perfect aim. But he knocked the bull's-eye very few times. We were here on a mission. We couldn't medal. But I didn't seem him smile. Not once.
He was doing something he was trained to do. They taught him, and so many others, to kill at Blackthorne. And there are just some skills one never forgets. Zach was, by far, the youngest contestant in his event. The rest were older men. The event wasn't a total loss for America. An American came in 3rd in the end.
After the event, I found Zach packing up his gun.
"It's a nice one, isn't it." Zach caught me staring at his gun.
"Have you ever?" I started.
"No. I haven't ever killed anyone with it. But I can't say the same for my mother." Zach said solemnly. He closed the case with a click and picked it up. "Better get this back to Abby. She's only letting me have it for the event time."
We stood up and walked back to the hotel.
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-Amelia (My penname!)