Hide and Spy- Gallagher Girls FanFic

Cammie- Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Cammie

“So where are we going?” I asked as Grant started the engine of the van.

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Bex grinned, I looked to Zach and raised my eyebrows, “Did you know about this?”

“No!” He laughed, “Only when you did,”

“Fair enough,” I leant against him.

“Go to sleep,” Macey told me, “It’s a couple of hours away,”

“Okay,” I happily closed my eyes as Zach rested his head against mine.

I woke up to Bex singing along to the radio, “Excuse me!” I thwacked the back of her head, “Some of us are trying to sleep back here,”

“We’re almost there,” Bex turned and grinned at me.

“We’re late,” Macey complained,

“Thirty Seconds won’t change much,” Bex shrugged.

“Well-” Liz started but a look off Bex shut her up quickly.

“Are you girls always like this?” Grant asked.

“Pretty much,” Zach smirked in his signature way.

“He’s spent enough time with them to know,” Preston laughed.

I smiled and looked out of the window, beyond the road was the beach and sea, both were packed with tourists.

We pulled away from the beach for a few minutes before driving up a long driveway to what looked like a modern mansion.

“One of yours Macey?” I smiled.

“Yep,” She popped the P, as we all got out.

“Come on Cam,” Bex and Liz grabbed my arms as Macey shoed the boys, “Preston you know what’s happening.”

I was dragged up three flights of stairs to an attic room where there were various clothes hung on a clothes rail.

“Oh no,” I moaned as I was pushed down on the bed, “Please not dress up Cammie!”

“We’ll you’re not going to the party like that!” Macey told me matter of factly.

“What party?” I frowned and looked to Liz, knowing she’d crack under my glare.

“Macey and Bex organised a reunion party for everyone in our year with a plus one, or two if they’re guys,” Liz told me quickly before Bex could stop her.

“Okay,” I sighed, “Let me go for a shower and then you can dress me up,” I got up and went before they could argue.

I met Zach outside the door labeled ‘Wet-room’,

“You beat me to it,” He smirked.

“We can’t keep everyone waiting,” I joked, “We can always share?”

“Not here,” He leant down and kissed my lips tenderly, “Don’t worry, there’s another shower up there,”

“I’ll see you when I’m dressed,” I smiled as he turned to go.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” He smirked.

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I twisted around in the mirror, could they have got me in to a shorter pair of shorts? They were made of dark denim and barely covered my bum. With them I was wearing a pale blue floaty crop top and some white flip-flops.