Chapter 33- What I've done

The Story of us is finally completed!!!! I was so excited for readers to see the big reveal (although they guessed who it was early on) Anyway I wanted to share that good news! I feel a huge sense of accomplishment whenever I finish a story. Just a side note, this story is nowhere near finished. I have a lot of plans for Cammie and I want this to be a relatively long story.

Anyway I want to apologize for the long delay I’ve been stressing a lot about school. I start September 4th and I’m super nervous. Do any of you have any advice for a freshman because I’m freaking out here!

That reminds me I have to say that since school is coming up (unfortunately) I would have less time to update. I can try to update once a week, maybe twice if I don’t get that much homework. I’ll try to aim for twice though! Sorry if this chapter isn’t that great I’m still sick from the cold my cousin gave me L By the way the song on the side is Dammed if I do ya dammed if I don’t by All Tine Low. I feel like a lot of their songs can relate to the Gallagher girl series.

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Chapter 33- What I’ve done

Zach pov

That night

I regretted walking out of the hospital so hastily. Truth be told I wanted to stay with her longer, perhaps the whole night if she let me. It was just that I was pretty nervous about giving Cammie the letter, I didn’t want to be in the same room with her when she opened it in fear of what her reaction may be. I almost backed out last minute. I had this whole speech planned out and everything, but then my nerves took control and forgotten all of that, handed her the letter than walked out. I still remember the sad smile she had on. Why do I keep hurting her?

Anyway I hope she reads it instead of tossing it aside and forgetting about it. I confessed everything in that letter including that I love her. What I was most worried about was if she doesn’t feel the same way of if it was too soon?

With my quick strides it was no wonder I was almost out of the hospital in no time. Thankfully I took my car to the hospital so I wouldn’t have to walk back home. My house technically was a small apartment that was almost always empty. I rather not talk about my family, it’s a tough subject. That’s a specific reason why I refuse to share the information of my family relations with Cammie (or anyone else for that matter), it’ll just be an extra burden for them. It already dark outside as I made my way over to my car.  The parking lot was nearly empty seeing as how the only cars here belonged to the doctors and nurses that worked here with the exception of myself. Visiting hours were over, but with my quick thinking and charm I managed to make my way inside.

After Cammie’s accident I decided to drive more carefully to avoid further ones being made. Cammie already told me the story of what happened, the other car slammed into her while she was at a red light. Either way I’m taking extra precaution which includes reducing my speed since I tend to drive on the faster side.

While driving the road back to my house I remembered I had a whole lot of catching up to do. I get the notes I missed from class (preferably from Liz), do the homework for each class (oh what joy) and wake up early to go to school. Contrary to popular belief I do try to get Goode grades and actually do my work (most of the time). I plan on going to a decent collage in the near future. I mentally groaned. That reminds me collage applications are coming up!

With all my thinking the car ride seemed to go in a blur. I finished my homework relatively fast, or at least faster than I expected. This gave me plenty of time to think. What do I do when I see Cammie tomorrow? Do I mention the letter? Do act normally and casually bring up the letter? Do I even bring the letter up at all? Do you even need to see her tomorrow? I nearly smacked myself. Of course I have to see her tomorrow! I told her I wasn’t giving up. Plus who else would make her laugh, the nurse who rudely kicked me out?  It wasn’t long before I set my alarm and drifted off into dreamland.

I woke up from a very bizarre dream. I was riding a giraffe who ate Bex and Macey was in a Barney suit. We were chasing Mr. Solomon while running over green water. Regardless of that weird yet oddly amusing dream, I woke up and got ready to go to school.

~time skip to when he arrives at school~

“Zach!” I heard someone yell. I turned around to see Liz calling my name running in my direction. I slowed down to allow her to catch up. “Hey Liz” I greeted smiling down at her, the perks of being tall. (A/N: I wouldn’t knowL) Her cheeks were flushed and blonde (now slightly frizzed) hair was all over the place. Liz was never that good in the athletic department.

“Where were you yesterday?” she asked skipping the formalities. “Well hello to you too” I said sarcastically. “Anyway I skipped school yesterday because I was going to be late. Better never than late right?” I told her with a cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes at me. “That’s not the saying and you know it. Explain it later, I have to go to class before I’m late.” And then she ran off in the opposite direction to hurry off to her class. I rolled my eyes even though she wasn’t there. We had plenty of time before the late bell rang. Something just never change I thought making my way to my own class. I think I shared this one with Macey.

I walked in moving towards my usual seat in the back. You can take notes and slack off for a few moments and nobody notices, or they just don’t care. I was about to open up my book to read waiting for the teacher to arrive when someone behind me yelled “BOO!” Naturally I wasn’t scared and turned my head to see Macey smiling creepily. Her dark hair was straightened to perfection (like always). Today she was wearing a black shirt tucked into a black floral skirt and her black heeled boots that looked like they could be lethal.

“What do you want Macey?” I asked tiredly. This class wasn’t my strong suit. Not to mention the fact that the teacher hated my guts. Yup you guessed it, I’m in Solomon’s class. “Ouch. Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the hospital bed?” Her grin was so wide it was starting to resemble the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. My eyes widened in surprise. How did she know that? Did they hide cameras in Cammie’s room? I pushed the last thought away. They would never go that extreme. Unless Liz used her computer skills to hack into the hospitals cameras (A/N: do they have cameras in the rooms?) and showed it to the others.

“How did you ….” I started trailing off looking at her weirdly. She let out a loud laugh causing people around us to give us a few weird stares before going back to whatever it was they were doing. “How do you think? Cammie told us” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe I was overthinking it. Of course Cammie would tell them, they were best friends after all. “She also told us what you wrote to her lover boy” She added, a smirk finding its way up to her face. I felt my cheeks starting to get warm. Of course it only made Macey’s smirk even wider. “Is little Zachary blushing?”  She asked in voice most people use when their talking to a toddler. I had a gut feeling she was going to start pinching my cheeks soon. I glared at her saying “No” And of course she didn’t stop because apparently making fun of me is fun.

“Why did she tell you?” I asked changing to subject. Even though I already knew the answer I needed an excuse to get the topic off of her ridiculing me. “Because we’re girls we tell each other everything lover boy.” I hate that name.

“Don’t call me that” I said in an irritated voice. At that moment she looked sinister. “Never” I sighed. I’ll guess I will have to learn to live with it. Trust me there is no one more stubborn than Macey (maybe Bex but that’s beside the point). “So I guess you don’t want to hear what she said about you.” Macey told me in a nonchalant voice. My ears perked up (not literally). She knew it would intrigue me, which is exactly why she said it. Mace knew I wanted to hear Cammie’s reaction and quite frankly the suspense was killing me. Well played Macey, well played. 

“Well do you want to know or what?” She asked trying to hide her smile which wasn’t working out that well. “Are you going to tell me?” I countered rising an eyebrow. She shook her head. “I thought so” With that said I turned around to face the board.

I glanced at the clock realizing the time. The bell was about to ring at any moment and Solomon wasn’t here. Normally he would be late but never this late. Maybe he took the day off to see Cammie. Now that I think about it, Mrs. Morgan’s office was empty when I passed by it. Great I could’ve done the homework today and no one would’ve noticed. That was a waste of 10 minutes of my life.  

The whole day went by slowly. There was no highlight, there was no interesting moments. It was one big gigantic blur that never seemed to end. It seemed that without Cammie school was like it’s always been boring.

The news of her accident spread pretty fast for various reasons, one being that she was technically still a ‘new’ kid. Another being that almost the whole school knew about her. In other words, she was popular, mostly for reasons I do not wish to dwell on since they are in the past (cough a year ago cough). And finally being that Roseville is a pretty quiet town so when something like a car accident occurs it’s big news which means everyone in town has heard about it from 5 different people.

Surprisingly Jimmy wasn’t here today. I would wonder where he was but I could honestly care less about his whereabouts. I know that sounds mean but it’s the truth and as the saying goes, the truth hurts.

It seemed almost surreal when the last bell rung signaling the end of the day. It seemed as if the day would go on forever. Regardless I, along with everyone else in the class rushed our way out of the class room faster than you can say ‘spy’. I was in such a good mood nothing could bring me down. That is until I saw her. I was already in the parking lot sprinting to my car to get out of here as fast as I could when she stood right in front of me blocking my path. I could have easily moved aside or as a last resort pushed her out of the way but I needed to straighten things out with her.

“What do you want Tina?” I asked annoyed. She ignored my question and placed her hands on her waist. “I think we should get back together,” I scoffed. Was she being serious? This has to be a joke, no one in their right mind would think we’re getting back together after what happened.

“Look you cheated on me.” I told her mumbling under my breath that I didn’t care, we weren’t in a committed relationship which brought me to my next point. “And let’s face it we were never in a relationship. It was just me using you as a rebound and you using me for popularity. I never liked you and you didn’t like me. So give me one good reason why we should be ‘together’” I explained putting the word together in quotations because what we were doing wasn’t a relationship. As bad as it seems, the truth was we were using each other for selfish reasons which was wrong and I can’t say I’m upset that it’s over.

“Is it because of the slut Cammie?” She asked after a moment of silence. I rolled my eyes at her. First of all who is she to say that Cammie’s slutty? Had she seen herself in the mirror? Secondly that’s what she got out of my speech?

“No. Look we want different things and before you say something else let me just straighten everything out for you. I do not and never will like you.” I said slowly and clearly to make sure she understood.

She nodded slowly as tears began to fall freely down her face. “I hate you Zach Goode!” She yelled before running in the opposite direction. She wasn’t the first one to say that. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized we attracted a crowd. From the looks of it, the entire school witnesses what happened between Tina and me (excluding Cammie. Just throw that out there). Of course it was a huge deal, Tina is always so dramatic. She strives to be the center of attention. I felt kind of bad about what I said but she needed to know the truth.

I was about to rush off to my car to visit Cammie in the hospital again, maybe stealthily sneak my way over to her room. That was when I heard my name being called. Groaning internally I turned to face whoever is keeping me from my Cammie. Before I was able to comprehend what I thought I heard Bex’s laughter as her tall figure came into the line of my vision.

“That was hilarious I so wish I recorded it!” she exclaimed clutching her stomach. I gave her a look and continued my way over to my car. “Oh come on lover boy loosen up” I glared at her. “Does everyone know?” I asked exasperated. She just smirked at me, “Do you honestly think she just told Macey?” I sighed defeated. Of course, why would I even ask that? Obviously she would tell Bex and Liz as well as Macey.

“Look I have to go, is that all?” I asked her a little too impatiently. Her smirking never ceased during the duration of our conversation. “That’s it. Bye Zach” She said readjusting her bag over her shoulder. I unlocked my car door and quickly started it eager to see Cammie once more. I was almost out of the parking lot when I heard Bex call out “Tell Cam I said hi!” and from my rear-view window I saw her give me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her childish behavior but nevertheless maneuvered my way out of the parking lot and on the road leading to the hospital.

Parking wasn’t an issue at the hospital. The problem was that I missed visiting hours…again. I seriously have to write those numbers down. This was becoming such a hassle. I guess I’ll just have to sneak my way in, this should be fun.

I waited until the nurses were busy doing something and/or looking away. Then I simply walked to her room. The key is to act like you belong. That way people don’t ask questions. (A/N: I have no idea what I’m talking about…) Without any interruptions I made it to her room. Thankfully visiting hours were over so I wouldn’t encounter her parents. That would be a bit awkward and a little embarrassing.

I opened the door gently as I always do in case she’s sleeping. Luckily or me she was awake and reading what looked like a magazine. “Hey Cammie” I greeted softly. She turned her head upon hearing me. She smiled, her face lighting up.

“Zach!” She patted the spot next to her. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to avoid grinning like an idiot. All in all I guess grinning is better than smirking. “How was your day?” I asked sitting on the edge of her bed. She looked better, healthier or as healthy someone could look with IV’S.

“Better. The doctors say I’m recovering well. At this rate I wouldn’t have to be in here any longer than I should be. I’m so excited to get out of here!” While her words went in one ear and out the other, I focused on her eyes. I never noticed the glint in them whenever she was excited about something. It only exemplified her beauty.

“So how was your day?” she asked me oblivious to me starring. I smiled at her before saying “Boring of course. Nothing interesting happened except for me telling Tina off.” Cammie raised an eyebrow.

“Well this I want to hear.” She placed a hand under her chin leaning forward awaiting the story that she has yet to hear.  I rolled my eyes at her eagerness before launching into the story. Through my explanation she nodded and gasped at the appropriate times but there was something off about her. She looked nervous about something, I made a mental note to remind myself to ask her about that after I finished the story.

Once I finished the story and she finished laughing, which now that I think about it, it did sound kind of forced. I was about to ask her what was wrong when she beat me to the punch. “Is ev-“

“Do you know where your mom is?” She blurted out. I narrowed my eyes. Why would she ask that? How does she know that I don’t know my mother’s whereabouts? I never mentioned it to her. “How do you know about that?” I asked trying to keep calm. I felt a surge of anger trying to consume in in its hatred and bitterness.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked ignoring my question completely. Am I missing something here? “I was honest with you Zach. Why couldn’t you be the same with me?” She told me hurt.

I don’t know what came over me. At the time I was scared, and angry but that doesn’t excuse what I said to her. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done.

“BECAUSE IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. AND IT’S NOT LIKE YOU CAN BE TRUSTED! I TELL YOU I LOVE YOU AND YOU GO BLABBING OFF TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS!” I regretted it the second the words escaped my tongue. I couldn’t bear to look at her face I knew I would be heartbroken instantly if I did.

“I’m sorry” I said in a quieter voice than before. I stared at the floor for a few moments before muttering an almost incoherent excuse to get me out of there. What have I done was the only thought going through my head along with thoughts calling me the idiot I am.

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