Hey ya'll, as you can see, I got my computer back, I've updated all my stories, and my mother doesn't suspect a thing ;D
Sorry for the shortness of the last chapter, I hope I can make this one long enough to make up for it.
Oh, and this might suck because I am dying of embarrassment right now, something I'd rather not go into, but it involves my cocky, hot, jerk-ass, douche bag of a neighbor. I think my face is going to be bright red (Matching my hair) for the rest of my life. *Sigh*
PS- I think I'm going to wrap this story up in a few chapters, sorry, I'm losing inspiration here, and I have a brilliant ending idea. PM or review me if you have an idea. Again, sorry.
Disclaimer- Duh.
"Who's up for some not-so-harmless pranking?" I asked one early morning while we were stretching in the P&E barn a few hours before classes started. Macey was pissed off at Nick because he had slapped her ass through the spandex shorts she was wearing, and called her babe. He fled the room and we had to hold her back from pouncing on him and ripping out his man-parts. If he had any, that is. But trust me when I say I won't be checking! Macey seems like she would, which makes me even more curious about their past.
Bex had returned from a trip to the 'loo' flustered. I raised my eyebrow knowing only one thing, No, one person, that could make the Rebecca Baxter blush; Grant Newman. In the two weeks we had been here, we all came to love his stupidity and sexist comments (But we do punish him for the latter. And sometimes the former) He is like a big brother to me, and likes to pick me up and swirl me around like a big brother would. Of course, some of us have more than sisterly feelings for the big hunk of Greek Adonis.
"What took you so long?" Macey asked me grumpily, and I stood from my split. I straightened my camisole and yoga pants (Significantly less tight than Macey's) Liz was quiet, lost in though. She turned her head slightly to admire something off in the distance. At first I thought it was the rising sun in the window, which had golden clouds surrounding it, a picture perfect day. But, much to my surprise, it was the figure next to the window, who was currently shirtless, glassless, sweat covered, and beating the living daylights out of a punching bag.
"Earth to Elizabeth." I teased, waving a hand in front of her face. She snapped back to reality, and Bex followed her line of vision.
"Aw, little Lizzie's got it bad!" I swore under my breath, admiring him like I would a painting.
"Damn, even the nerds got muscle." Okay, so maybe not like a painting, but again, it was more like a sisterly affection. The black haired, Daniel Radcliff-esque sophomore turned his head to the side, and caught Liz's eyes. She turned bright red, and so would he had he not already been due to the extreme physical workout.
"Back to the prank. I think I have a really good idea…"
"Cam, you're a bloody evil genius!" You can guess who said that.
"You guys up for it?" I asked, already gathering the stuff we needed. Liz was bright red at the prospect of my plan. Sweet, innocent little Liz, how on earth did you get stuck with us three evil girls? She finished gathering the tools and we snuck out of the room exactly an hour before classes start. Once we had finished we left the entrance to the Sublevels and headed back, grinning like idiots.
We walked to the great hall in good moods (Except for Macey, when is she ever in a good mood?) I plopped down, taking a bite from my apple and ignoring Tina's death glare. I stabbed a piece of sausage onto my fork when someone with rather muscled and callused hands took it and popped it in their mouth before I could. Judging by Tina's flustered face and the smell of designer delicious cologne (Which made him smell absolutely amazing, Damn you Calvin Kline); it was none other than Zachary Bastard Goode. I think I'll keep calling him that until I learn his real middle name. I doubt anyone really knows it, considering he isn't the kind of person to give away personal things like middle names.
"What do you want Goode?" I asked, stealing Grant's sausage. He whined and I laughed at his childish ways. He pouted and I took a bite of the meat. He grinned evilly and took my coffee cake. My eyes narrowed. No one takes my coffee cake. His eyes widened and he set it back down slowly. I snarled at him and he withdrew his hand, whimpering. By this time everyone was howling with laughter. Bex sympathetically patted his head like a little puppy. He eyes lit up at the single touch and I raised an eyebrow. She muttered something under her breath and I turned to get up. The girls followed in anticipation of our prank. The boys were a few steps ahead of us, confident. Liz was beet red at what we made her do, tampering with the bio scanner.
Zach went first, pressing his hand to it, and the usual screen flashed, but instead of a robotic, neither man nor woman's voice, it was a sultry, defiantly female voice. The boys' jaw dropped as the lady stated his name.
"Zachary Goode." It purred. "Gorgeous brown hair, sexy emerald eyes, sophomore. Access granted." He swirled around, but we gave him fake confused looks. Macey snickered a little. The boys did the same, each getting bright red. When we walked up and scanned, it turned back into the monotone inanimate voice it usually has. We entered the room, followed by the rest of the class.
For the entire period most of the boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, crossed their legs, and kept glancing at specific girls. Zach, who sits next to me, seemed perfectly at ease. The only indication I got that the voice effected him was a slight twitch of his eye every once in a while. The girls in the class had to stifle giggles all day long, and most boys in CovOps mysteriously disappeared for a few minutes when class ended. By that time we were roaring with laughter, almost rolling on the floor in a state of hysteria.
"Good times." Bex said, wiping her eyes.
"Daddy!" she squealed when a black car pulled up, and her dad lifted Cammie's small five year old body up and spun her around.
"How's my little spy?" He asked, a familiar grin on his face. His eyes focus on something behind her, and his face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Rachel." He breaths, and runs to hug his wife. She flings her arms around him, and he spun her around much like he did to Cammie moments ago. She starts crying, and he shushes her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He peppers her face with kisses, and Cammie cries out.
"Eww!" She scream, covering her eyes with her tiny hands. Her mother laughs, and her father picks her up, wrapping us both in a tight hug.
"I missed you so much." He whispers to them, clinging to them in our front yard.
"Cammie." He whispers in the darkness. "Cammie!" He screams until his throat is scratchy and he can barely breath. A small whimpering sound is heard, and it renews his strength. He stands, and kicks the door several times before it gives way. The man that was sitting next to him in the cell looks at him in admiration.
"Joe, I need to save her. I need to make sure she and Rachel are safe." He says, before taking off running, Solomon not far behind. He almost collides with a little green eyed boy.
"Zach! Zach I need your help. If you do this we can get you permanently away from here." The boy wastes no time in saying yes, and they take off.
"Matt! Matt, I can't let you do this!" Solomon pleads. "You have a wife and kids! Let me go!"
"Keep them safe, Joe" Matthew Morgan whispers before jumping.
"Please let him live." Joe whispers softly, leading Zach around the back. The little boy slips in the room unnoticed. He quietly sticks the burly torturer with a thin needle. The guy spins around, but the boy is hidden in the shadows. The 6'2 480 pound man slumps on his knees before face planting on the ground in slumber. The emerald eyed boy smirks before surveying the room. His jaw drops, something he's never done before. On the oak table, dressed in rags and covered in blood, in Zachary's personal angel. Her hair is long and choppy on the edges, as if done by safety scissors. She has that air of innocence, on Zachary has never had. Her face is pure. Unblemished. Beautiful. Unfortunately the rest of her small body isn't. It is covered with bruises, scrapes, cuts, and wounds. Her angelic face is contorted in pain, and she in not conscious. The nine year old boy gingerly picks up the girl, and races out of the room.
Joe vowed to keep Cammie safe.
Little did he know so did Zachary Goode.
Can I get an 'Awww'? That was really deep for me, and I didn't plan on writing the last part, but it just flowed freely from my hands.
And may I say I am damn proud of it.
Update sooner, I'm on Thanksgiving break.
See ya'll later,
-Me