To say that everyone was surprised when Zach and I walked into the Grand Hall together was an understatement. Clearly, what happened between us yesterday had spread through the whole student body like wildfire and they were expecting an epic fight between us and the start of World War III. So it was understandable for them to drop their jaws when we walked in with Zach's hand on the small of my back and me talking about that one time Joe got so drunk that he started pole-dancing.

We took our steps under everyone's gazes, as if the ground would broke into half in the next moment. But Zach was oblivious to the attention, or he just chose to ignore it, and kept his eyes solely on me. So I chose to do the same.

We came to a stop in front of our usual spot, where the gang was already eating their breakfast with a knowing smirk on their faces. "Here you go." Zach smiled at me and pulled a chair out for me. "And, let me guess… Two waffles with whipped-cream, bacons and three chocolate strawberries?" He winked at me and I could only smile in reply. "You know me too well."

"Be back soon." Zach turned and left in a whirlwind, leaving everyone to stare openly at me. I raised an eyebrow and scanned each face in the Grand Hall, sending a silent message that promised trouble. Everyone got the message and instantly turned their heads away and resumed their normal activities, whatever that were.

"So," I turned around and met Bex's eyes. "You got him totally whipped, didn't you?" She was sitting on Grant's lap, both of their lips tugged into a playful smirk as the lovebirds waited for my reply.

I averted my eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." But I knew. I knew exactly the looks on their faces when I woke up this morning. I certainly caught the smiles that they sent to each other when Zach came to 'escort' me to the Grand Hall. I knew our late-night heart-to-heart was no longer a secret to my roommates: they were too smart for playing-dumb.

"It doesn't seem so." Macey smiled a cunning smile and handed me a folded paper. My eyes glanced at each sentence within record-time and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I grabbed a pen from her hand and started scribbling down notes.

Things That Need To Be Straighten Out Within the Gallagher Academy School ground

A list by Macey McHenry, Rebecca Baxter and Grant Newman

Verified by Cameron Ann Morgan

After the two's Late Night Escapade, Zachary Goode and Cameron Morgan were officially an item. RUMOUR. But may be a FACT in future years, depending on how much of a wimp Goode is. FALSE. There's absolutely NOTHING between us. Not now, not in 'future years', not ever.

Zachary Goode is officially 'off the shelves' after sixteen years of his player-life. FACT. The boy is totally whipped. Big time. Yeah right. Like that have anything to do with me. Not that I think it has anything to do with me. It's just that- Oh, screw this.

Every female (and a few guys) would like to kick Cameron Morgan's ass for stealing 'their man'. FACT. Bring it on, bitches. Well, not that I admit Zach is 'my man', but anyone getting into my way DO NOT stand a chance. No, not my way to Zachary Goode; it's my way to my waffles.

Cameron Ann Morgan is in an absolute state of denial. FACT.

Screw you. Screw you all.

The four of us started our intense staring contest until Zach put down a plate filled with steaming food in front of me. "Here you go."

"I also got you this." Zach smiled secretly. "Thought you would love this…" He put down a mug next to the plate and scratched the back of his head. My eyes caught the redness of his ears but thought it was a trick of light: like Zachary Goode could manage a blush.

I put my cold hands around the steaming mug and edged my lips to the liquid gingerly. I first tasted the chocolate, then flavors started to blossom on the tip of my tongue: mint, marshmallow, sunflowers, rainbows, unicorn…. The list went on and I could only stared at the brown liquid cross-eyed as my brain went all magic-y.

"I love this." I smiled up at him, and then poured the rest of the liquid down my throat in one breathe. Zach exhaled as if relieved by my answer and patted my head, settling down on the seat next to me. "I knew it."

"Whipped." Grant said in a sing-song tone as Macey high-fived Bex. I suppressed the blush that threatened to creep over my face. Because now, I didn't know if that was mean for Zach anymore, or just me.

Another short chappie :D I think I will continue the story in this way, short but sweet and involve tons of Zammie :) But things will start to get back on track soon and will end in another happily-ever-after. Yay! Anyway, I hope you love this chapter because I do.

But can anyone leave me some reviews? I'm feeling quite lonely here *wave awkwardly* So, see you next time:)

Byebye

CL