"Everything?" Zayn repeats incredulously. "You relived it all?" I nod, grimacing. A stray tear rolls down my cheek and I impatiently brush it away. "Ally, I'm so sorry," Zayn tells me. "I shouldn't have asked you to find out more. No one should have to see their sibling, or anyone, die. I really am sorry. I'm a jerk." I hide my face in my hands. I hate crying in front of people. It makes me seem weak, which I can't stand. Zayn puts his arm around me and I lean into him without even thinking about it. He smells nice, like peppermint, and I resist the urge to kiss him. Why do I feel this way? Niall and I are inseparable. We'll be together forever, I tell myself. But do I really want that? What if I want other relationships before I get married? What if I meet someone at college? What if I still like Zayn? I start to cry harder, and Zayn, thinking I'm still crying about Ava, says, "Look, I understand if you're pissed at me right now, but can I get you anything? Water, something to eat?" I look up at him, forgetting about my puffy crying face. "I don't know how to break up with Niall," I say quickly, and then begin to sob again. Zayn is stunned for a only a second. "What do you mean?" he asks, pushing some hair off of my face. "You want to break up with him? Why?" I take a deep breath. "I still have feelings for you," I confess, deciding to not hold back anymore. Zayn raises his eyebrows. "Oh, now I've ruined everything," I exclaim and start to get up. Zayn pulls me to him. "You haven't ruined anything," he replies, and kisses me.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask Zayn as we push our way through the brush. "The only way to catch Cameron off guard is if we find her before she finds us," Zayn tells me. "Okay," I agree. I do see Zayn's point. If we can catch her off guard, we can get her to leave us alone. "I think we're nearing where she's camped out," Zayn whispers, taking my hand. He holds his pointer finger to his lips, and I nod. We walk closer and closer, but stop when we hear Cameron's voice. "You're really hot," I hear her say. I tilt my head in confusion. Who's she talking to? I take another step forward. My eyes widen when I see Niall's familiar blond head. Cameron is standing in front of him, looking up into the same blue eyes that I looked into many times. Surprisingly though, I don't even feel jealous or sad that Niall is with her. I actually feel kind of relieved. This isn't how you should feel about someone you really like, I think. I glance back at Zayn, who smiles reassuringly at me. I get butterflies in my stomach just looking at him. I turn my attention back to Cameron and Niall. "Are you going to ditch Ally for me?" Cameron asks, bringing her hand up to Niall's face. Niall is silent for a minute, and Cameron frowns. "Niall? Hello?" He smiles resignedly and nods. Cameron seems satisfied. "Will you kiss me?" she asks. "Do you even need to ask?" Niall tells her. She laughs and steps closer to him. I look away as soon as they kiss. While I may not feel jealous, I really don't need to see my ex-boyfriend kissing my arch enemy. "Now," Zayn says quietly, and we spring forward. Cameron whips around. She looks surprised to see us. Niall just looks guilty. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at the ground. Cameron opens her mouth to say something, but I start talking before she can. "Okay, Cameron. You stole my boyfriend. Congratulations," I say. "Are you happy now?" She walks in my direction, but stops a few feet away. "Ansley wants you dead," she says. "I'm well aware," I reply before Cameron holds up her hand. "I really didn't want to get caught up in this mess," Cameron continues. "And I really don't want to kill you. Or anyone, really. But if you stay alive, Ansley will have me killed. So I think this is an easy decision. Look at if from my perspective. Either you die, or I die. Obviously I would much rather have you dead than me." She sighs and looks back at Niall, who's staring at me. "Honestly, I never really liked you because I always thought you were so perfect, but you never really did anything to me," Cameron goes on, turning back to me. "Me? Perfect?" I scoff. "Yeah, you were always so athletic and stuff...I admit I was jealous," Cameron says. "But like I said, you never did anything to me. So I'm sorry I have to do this," she finishes. "No," I say. I turn and I'm about to run when Niall says, "Ally, wait." Zayn takes my hand. "No, Ally, don't!" he warns. But I turn around anyway. "I still love you," Niall says. In the corner of my eye I see Cameron holding something. A gun? I start to turn around again, but it's too late. I hear the bang and a second later I'm on the ground. Where did it hit me? I can't tell. There's too much blood. "ALLY!" Zayn screams, bending down next to me. He places his hand on my shoulder. Maybe that's where I was hit. Zayn holds his hand there as he calls 911. All I want to do is close my eyes, but whenever I do so, Zayn yells at me to keep them open. I'm so tired. "Zayn," I mumble. "Ally, it's going to be okay. The ambulance is on their way," Zayn tells me, but I can see he's worried. "I'm okay," I respond. I close my eyes. "Ally, no. Keep your eyes open," Zayn says. I murmur something unintelligible and then there's darkness and nothing else.