So here it is; chapter nine. Though it's short and hasn't got much Zammie, more them being upset with each other than anything else but soon they will be together. I promise.
Disclaimer; I unfortunately don't own Gallagher Girls or any of it's characters. All rights go to Alley Carter who was nice enough to let us write about her books.
*That annoying moment when you post up a chapter and realize that half the spelling is wrong due to you being tired when you wrote it. I just had to re-post this chapter after finding heaps of mistakes.
"Sorry Morgan, but no one's allowed to see the visitor without being given pass by your mother," Lacey Carmichael grinned at me and crossed her arms, pretending to look tough and more like a security guard than an eighteen-year-old girl. Though of course we both knew that despite her model worthy frame she could knock me out cold in a 2.3 seconds flat if I so much as put a toe across the threshold of Zach Goode's new prison.
"Apparently they're giving out extra credit to whoever can get him to talk," I nodded my head at the door as though Lacey needed indication of whom I was talking about. (Sounds weird I know but whom is the proper grammar, says Sheldon Cooper.)
I handed over the highly flammable sticky note that held my mother's signature and the message saying I had permission to see the visitor. Lacey eyed it and pulled out her pen, which lit up as she traced it delicately over the signature.
The sticky note burst into flames, proving that it was in fact my mother's signature written in the special ink that only she possessed. (Liz suspected that it was a mixture of ethanol and some sort of stabilizer that Liz hasn't been able to figure out.)
Apparently, Lacey's pen was able to set off the combustion, setting the paper alight. Well this is only Lizzie guessing because to be honest even the most intelligent girl at a school of spies couldn't figure out how my mother makes her stationary.
"You reckon you can get him to talk Morgan?" Lacey asked me as she opened up multiple locks and security systems that Liz herself had helped design.
"I got him here didn't I?" Lacey grinned again at that and gestured with her head to the room on the far left, she then twirled around and sauntered off back to her station, her long red hair slightly shorter on one side from the incident in the labs last week (let's just say it involved an eighth grader, a bottle of deodorant and Doctor Fibs' latest flamethrower).
"Well if it isn't the infamous Gallagher Girl, missed me did you?"
Zach was sitting casually in a desk chair, his hands and feet tied behind his back and even though he was bound in ropes he somehow gave off the appearance of being comfortable. He looked right at home, well except for the scowl that dominated his face, but I was expecting that.
"Goode," I acknowledged as I leant against the door frame, trying my best to look at ease, "they say you haven't uttered a word since we brought you in, I should be getting extra marks just for that one sentence."
Zach leant forward in his seat slightly as he narrowed his eyes at me, "Is that all this is to you? All this ever was; just a grade?"
It was my turn to lean forward, to play the game, "No Zach, all this is for the safety of my school, of my sisters. My school is under threat and apparently you know why. So tell me Zach, help me."
Zach laughed humorously and sat back into the chair, leaning back on only the two back legs. "The Gallagher Academy is coming to me for help? Gee this is big, wait till the boys back home get a load of this." His obvious disdain for being tied in a chair and then asked for help by his captors was showing through.
"God, you are extremely annoying." I scowl at him, which only made him laugh, remind me again why I liked this jerk?
"I prefer charming," He smirked, "And devilishly handsome." Oh that's why.
"So tell me Gallagher Girl," Zach continued to rock on the hind legs of the chair, "why do you need my help?"
"We don't need your help Goode," I say, going back to formalities for the sake of those watching via camera. "The CIA are after this school and we wanted to know why, you were just the only spy stupid enough to fall within our grasp."
I watched as his expression hardened as he realized that our whole relationship was just a ploy to get him here. I leaned in closer and told him in my most neutral voice; "Don't talk to girls Goode; they'll break your heart."
And with that I shattered my own heart and headed for the door. Only to be stopped by the loud banging of the front legs of the chair hitting the floor as Zach leant forward in his chair and spoke harshly.
"Listen to me Gallagher Girl, and you too Mrs. Morgan – though I believe you already know what I'm about to say," Zach didn't look at the camera that was situated on the wall behind him; he never took his eyes off my face as he said the words that crawled under my skin and left me sleepless for nights to come…
"The CIA aren't after the academy, they never were, they are only after the silence of one student here; they want you gone Gallagher Girl."
All my life I have been taught that people would always want to kill me, that there would be governments and powerful individuals and even the general public; no one likes a terrorist, and yet no one ever stops to hear her back story, no one ever reads the rest of the book, they only look at the cover, the cover that clearly states terroristin big bold letters.
I've had a target on my back since the day I stepped into this school, I've been trained to take lives and to destroy buildings, to run, to hide, to be able to withstand any type of torture and yet no one ever told me what to do if the very people we worked for wanted me dead.
I finally became conscious of my surrounding s again and managed to breath out one word in my distress; "why?"
"I don't know." His reply was simple, believable in every way except one.
"You're lying." I say it softly, in a voice of raw emotion that the camera wouldn't be able to pick up; seeing as Liz had just short-circuited it.
"Gallagher Girl…" He started but stopped and seemed to turn onto a whole new train of thought, "…I hope this got you the extra credit you needed." And with that he leant back in his seat and closed his eyes to signal that this interrogation was over.
I know it was a short chapter but I just needed to start of the next train of events and I'm super busy writing my other new story- it's eight chapters in already! And I started it at Christmas. Though it isn't being posted until I'm basically finished with it, less pressure that way.
Oh and a big thankyou to kccb16 who wrote the longest review I have ever gotten and who has been urging me to keep writing this story, love yah Sweetie x
Anyway review and all that my lovely readers,
Ciao Sweetpeas, Matisse.