FFAL - CH. 5

"Happy Groundhog day Gallagher Girl." Zach smirked as he came forward.

Cammie rolled her eyes. "What's so special about that?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Nothing really. It's just something to celebrate I guess." He thought for a moment. "Or mourn, depending on what you want the weather to be."

"I wish it rained."

He raised an eyebrow. "How so? A lot of people would disagree."

"Yeah," she sighed. "I've always wanted to dance in the rain."

He grinned and pushed her.

Cammie let herself fall, though acted surprised, wondering what he had planned for her.

She found herself in the water fountain, then raised an eyebrow.

Zach shrugged, then jumped inside, grinning at her. He held out a hand. "Milady. If I could have this dance."

She feigned a curtsey, though it was a bit odd in a pair of wet skinny jeans, but Madame Dabney's lessons kicked in. "Why of course."

They began a dance, with the fountain raining over top of them


"How dare you come here!" Catherine Goode said, her green eyes flashing with fury.

"Now now. Don't be like that sister dear." He smirked, his eyes - identical to hers - shining as well, but with amusement.

"Don't be like this? Like what? How I was half my life ago?" she exclaimed.

"We know you couldn't help it." He leaned in. "You had needs, after all."

She slapped him, but he grabbed her hand before another move was made.

"I was drunk!" she protested. "And who's fault was that?"

He shrugged indifferently.

"YOURS! You bastard! All yours!"

"You're the one that drank it."

"You told me it was some medicine to get rid of my headache," she growled. "I trusted you!"

"We all know trust is always an issue in our life. That's why we don't trust anyone." He paused. "So you're saying you regret the product of that night?"

She stilled. "No. That product," she said, disgusted at his choice of words. "Is the best thing that's ever happened during this miserable life."

"Then you should be grateful to me."

"Never."

"So you wouldn't mind if I just took him on a nice little trip?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't."

"Unlike you," he began, his face morphing into a sneer. "I don't have feelings."

With that, he left.

And she let him.


Once upon a time Cammie would never have had to deal with this. She was perfectly happy with the unspoken deal they had - come up top once a week. They'd chat, he'd mock her, and she'd say a witty reply back. Things were perfectly fine just the way they were.

Were meant in the past, however. As in no more, or not happening now maybe even later you bastard.

Which was what she felt like saying - along with punching him in the face and kneeing him in the groin - when he showed up with that.

However, Cammie did not let the rage that had built up inside her to show - like a spy. And she was determined to be just that.

Of course, that was until he spoke those words in that rich, smooth voice that made her want to hurt him all the more.

"We've got it."


"You're an ass you know," Jonas stated.

Zach shrugged.

"A pretty smart ass if you ask me," Grant cut in.

"Well I didn't ask."

"Guys guys," Zach said, flashing his signature grin. "No need to fight over me."

"We're not fighting over you," said Jonas. "We're fighting about what you did."

"What's wrong with what I did?"

"Are you really that dense?"

"I think you're talking about Grant."

"Still here you know!" Grant called.

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower. I feel pretty dirty," Zach said, grinning inside, the thrill of his time with Cammie coming to mind.

Once Zach had left, Jonas grabbed his laptop and began to do what he did best.

Hack.


"Ever wonder if this is the life for us?" Joe asked.

"All the time," Rachel answered wistfully.

"I don't mean the CIA. I mean the other part, Rachel." He glanced at her. "Do you ever regret it?"

"Am I really that heartless?" she asked. "Do you think that I feel no sense of remorse over what happened all those years ago? But like it or not, it had to be done."

He sighed. "I know, but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't accepted."

"It's too late to talk like that. There's no point, seeing how there's nothing we can do about it."

As much as he wished she weren't right, he knew she was. But how he wished he hadn't been swept up in the moment that he had been blinded by arrogance and pride. Honestly, he didn't know what Rachel did to belong with them, but he supposed it was her own personal business. And he just had to respect that.

For now at least.


"Hey there Zach." He smiled kindly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can't I visit family?"

"Not when your family doesn't know you," Zach retorted.

"How about I change that?" he asked. "We'll go on a trip. Just you and me."

"Why the sudden interest in me?"

He let out a laugh. "Let's just say that I've been busy these past 16 years and it's about time I got caught up."

"What about my mom?"

"We've already spoken about me taking you on a trip." He took a seat on the couch.

"Did my mother agree?"

"She didn't object."

"And that's good enough for you?"

"Enough with the questions already. I feel like I'm being interrogated." It was spoken with an easy laugh, but with steely green eyes.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay I'll go with you." Zach tried for a small smile. "It might be fun."

"Believe me," he said. "It'll be like nothing you've ever done before."

"I don't doubt that."


And that my lovely readers is where this chapter shall end (:

To be honest, after this long wait, some of the plot has drifted away from my mind, but new sub plots have come! And I think they're a heck of a lot more interesting than the original one (of what I can remember anyway).

PS any ideas for that nameless dude's name ? LOL I'm very bad at coming up with names for my characters ^.^