AN: Okay guys, so if you read my other story Unpredictable, you'll know that this is my replacement My Friend Ana because my brother stole my laptop and deleted that story from my account, so now, I'm rewriting it. Actually, I think it will be a lot better than my friend Ana. Honestly that story was kind of bleh for me at the moment and I didn't really know how to keep writing it. But this- I have a lot of ideas for where this story could go. So stick with me please? Review after reading because they make me so happy to know that my readers actually like my writing :)


Third person

Zach sighs as he looks across the street at the little park. He stares at the squealing children, and the worried mothers watching them play.

He wished he could have had a childhood like that, but fate is not always so agreeing with one's wishes.

He continued walking down the street, noticing the perfectly similar houses, with perfectly trimmed lawns and flowers in each plant holder. The perfection is eerie, and as he comes to a stop, his eyes are wary.

This house though, it's different. Out of control yellow grass, no flowers to be heard of. The porch is fading, the paint peeling off the sides off the walls. And the large white door, cracked and broken, barely hanging on the hinges.

He ghosts towards it, using his new key and entering.

Not quite like home, but when is it ever?

I swung the door open wide, and took in the sight before me. The house was actually quite welcoming and homey, despite it's looks from the outside.

The walls were a faded yellow, white trim everywhere, comfy furniture to sit in.

"18 years old. Am I supposed to feel different?" I wondered out loud, aimlessly walking into the kitchen.

I opened all the cupboards and drawers looking for a glass, before finally finding one and filling it up with water. I took a nice long swig, trying to relax.

It's only October, I haven't missed so much of the school year.

Who am I kidding. I'm still going to be the new guy.

I set my glass on the counter and walked up the stairs laughing silently to myself.

New guy, yes. Popular guy, hell yes.


Cammie's POV

My arm shot out and punched my alarm clock, effectively shutting it off.

I hate Mondays. I thought as I climbed out of the warm confines of my bed and dragged myself over to the shower.

Sitting under the warmth of the spray, I couldn't help but think something big was going to happen today.

Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow I want more

I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

I sang softly to myself in the shower, my voice echoing from the walls around me.

As I dry my hair and dress, I can't shake the odd feeling. I put on an oversized shirt and jeans, already dreading the cool air waiting for me outside. I pulled on my converse, grabbed my school bag, and was out the door.

The wind blew the trees, causing many leaves to fall on me. I looked up to the sky to see it was strangely sunny. Normally, by October everything is pretty chilly.

I shook the thought as I continued towards school, wondering what other strange things the day has in store for me.


Zach's POV

I pulled up in my expensive motorcycle, causing quite a scene. I had the radio blasting as I pulled in, much to fast, to one of the parking spaces.

I cut the gas, and stepped off, noticing two girls checking me out by the entrance to the school. I smirked at them as I got closer, noticing they were both extremely attractive.

While one was in a cheerleader uniform and had perfectly wavy long black hair and bright blue eyes, the other was wearing shorts and a tank top, with beautiful caramel skin and dark brown eyes.

"Would you ladies mind telling me where the main office is? I'm a bit lost." I asked easily, leaning carefree against the wall next to the cheerleader.

"Anything for the new boy." She said, and winked, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the school behind her.

"I'm Macey by the way, and this is Bex." She said, looking over her shoulder at me. I was a little shocked at her forwardness and quickly shook my hand free of hers.

"Nice to meet you girls, I'm Zach, Zach Goode." I introduced myself, following them through the busy halls. And noticing almost every girl's jealous expression towards Bex and Macey.

"Oh we know. News travels fast in Roseville Zach." Brown eyes, Bex, said, grinning at me.

"Here we are. They'll give you your schedule, and don't worry about finding the classes, you'll find your way around school easily enough." Macey said, pointing me towards the door.

"You should sit with us at lunch, we'll introduce you to our friends. You'd love Grant and Nick." Bex added.

"Sweet. Thanks guys." I winked at them, making them swoon a little, before going into the office to collect my schedule.

I had AP English first period with a Professor Buckingham, so I walked quickly through the nearly deserted halls, into the English wing.

I walked in just as the bell was ringing, and handed a note to Ms. Buckingham, who looked old enough to be married to Shakespeare himself.

"Ah, you must be Zachary. Take a seat anywhere you'd like." My eyes quickly scan the room, noticing a few nerds, jocks, emos, and the other stereotypes you would expect to see. I frown, not liking any of my options, so I strut too the back of the room and fall into the chair of a hot girl, wearing 10 pounds of makeup.

"Hey, I'm Zach." I whisper, as Buckingham starts her lecture. She giggled and snorted.

Not attractive... I thought absentmindedly.

"Tina Walters." She answers, turning her attention to the lecture.

I stare out the window, daydreaming about what it would feel like to ditch.

Come on Goode, it's only first period.

I sigh loudly as I try and focus on the looooooong speech, but truth is, it's extremely boring.

My eyes wander the room, finally resting on a set of beautiful blonde curls.

I stare at the back of her head in frustration.

Those curls...I'm almost positive I've seen them before.

Suddenly, blondie sits up really straight, and turns her head to the side just slightly. I can feel her eyes looking for whoever is staring at her and-for a moment- I'm scared I've been caught.

But then she shrugs and faces front again, furiously scribbling down every word coming from Professor's mouth.

I sigh in relief, and for the rest of class I can't stop the nagging feeling that I know that girl.

AN: Erh yeah, not much to say. Sorry, first chapters are always boring... I'm working on the second chapter as we speak and might even have it ready by tomorrow! And the song Cammie sang was She Will Be Loved By Maroon 5

XOXO Mia