Waking up to the sound of people yelling wasn't the worst thing I could've woken up to but it definitely not the best. I couldn't remember how I had gotten here, I didn't even remember my own name. The only thing I did remember was falling. And falling.

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!" I screamed to the five people obviously peeved that I was in their yard.. I slammed the gate behind me to prove I wasn't coming back.

"Oh, Cammie, there you are." A guy with light brown hair said while he was coming up beside me. "I've been looking all over for you"

"I know you?" I'm pretty sure I've never seen this guy in my life. He's probably got me confused with somebody else.

"Of course. We were 'up there' together." We were walking past a big building when he said that.

I looked to the top floor. "Why was I up there?"

"'Cause you were born there but obviously you weren't supposed to be there, that's why you're here." His arm snaked around my waist.

"I was abandoned?" I tried not to let my stunned tone seep into my words but it already had.. What did I do to make someone abandon me?

"By them. Not me. I love you too much." Right about now I was starting to freak. I backed away from him as quickly as he had came.

"No, you don't know me." One step closer and he was going to get punched in the face.

Confusion spread across his face followed by humor. "Don't joke with me like that, Cammie." He offered me his hand but I slapped it aside in a quick manor,

"I'm not joking." I used the coldest voice I could make and turned and walked straight into the building where I 'wasn't meant to be.'

"How may I help you?" A receptionist asked when I entered the building.

"What is this place?" I asked. It didn't seem like I was unwanted here.

"The famous O'Leary Condo's. Would you like one?" Yep, definitely not unwanted. That guy must've been seriously mixed up.

"No thank you." I couldn't get one 'cause I obviously didn't have any money. Sleeping in a random persons backyard really wasn't considered rich. Guess if I'm wanted or not I'm leaving. I turned and walked out just as I had walked in; quickly and quietly.

"Your going to need a place to stay, Cammie." It was that same guy again.

"Not you again." I groaned. Was it not clear to him in our first meeting a minute ago that I don't know him?

He ignored my comment. "I have a place you can stay."

"I'll pass." Turning, I started walking away. During our whole conversation he was ten feet away from me. As soon as I had turned his hands were around my waist, turning me around..

"Where are you going to go?"

I was still fazed about how he had gotten to me that fast. His arms were still resting on my waist and I pushed them off. "Wouldn't you like to know?" My sarcasm was meant for him to get offended not give me a dazzling smile. And his smile was dazzling.

"Of course I would." He was studying every detail of me like I was going to turn to dust in a moment.

"Too bad." I gave him a sly smile. "Bye."

"No. Why wont you come, Cammie? It'll be just like it was up there but just more secretive and that makes it more fun."

"My names not Cammie! I don't know you! Leave me alone before I call the cops!" This guy needs to be in a crazy hospital..

"Then what is your name?" The guys usual sweet voice had turned hard and determined.

"I-I don't know." Now I sound like the crazy one.

"Who do you know?" His interrogation went on.

"No one."

"Then I wont leave you alone." Softening a bit, he grabbed my hand. "Come on.."

I allowed him to pull me across a street and around a few corners to a small house. Honestly where else was I going to go? Checking my pockets just confirmed me that I didn't have any money. He was my best chance at this moment.

When he reached for his keys, I grabbed his hand before he had a chance. His eyes caught mine, unsurprised that I had reached for him. I felt a spark at the touch of his skin on mine. Had he felt it to? Did he expect me to grab his hand? I pushed that thought away. I pulled my hand away when he hadn't after five seconds. "Who are you?"

His face seemed to become sadder once I had asked him. "Zach. Call me Zach."

After opening the door, he held it open for me. My heels clicked on the wooden floors. There was a fireplace over to a corner and two couches in front of it. No TV. I assumed I had come into the living room. The house was extremely clean. I couldn't find anything out of place, just like a brand new house.

"Are you hungry?" Zach asked me from the next room over.

"No." I called back. How could I be hungry when I cant even remember what types of foods I like?

Zach came back in the room with a chocolate chip cookie. "Are you sure? You use to never pass up free food."

"Use to." I told him. "I don't remember what use to be."

My words hadn't sounded mean to me but the look on Zach's face proved he thought they were.

"Okay." Without saying anything else, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a room off to the side. "This is your room." His arm swept out and around the room.

It had plain white walls with a completely boring bed on the side, just beyond the closet. I had took my shoes off in the living room and the fuzzy carpet was coming up between my toes. "Plain looking." I stated out loud.

"Nothing meets your criteria." Zach said with a sigh attached. He didn't seem mad though but happy.

"Sorry." If I had stuff with me this would be the time I would drop it on the bed. I didn't have any stuff this time so I opened the closet to avoid that awkward silence that was sure to come. "Oh my goodness…" I muttered while staring at the inside of the closet that was full of clothes and clothes. "Are these… Mine?"

"Like 'em?" Zach asked, coming up behind me. I could feel the heat of his hand hover around my waist in hesitation. Then it disappeared. I kind of felt bad that it was gone but then wondered why would I want it?

"Snuck them out of your place 'up there'."

"What-" Then I remembered we were having a conversation about the clothes. "Oh. Where exactly is 'up there'?" I turned to look at him and was surprised by how close he had come.

"That's another conversation for another day." This time his hand didn't hesitate when it grabbed my waist. "Come on. We have to apply for that high school down the street."

So I'm a teenager. I feel about sixteen.

"Your seventeen." Zach said from beside me in a bored tone.

I must've said my thoughts out loud. I need to quit doing that. "I know how old I am."

Without another word we made are way back to the front door. "You sure your not hungry?"

"Positive." I told him not missing a beat.

Holding the door open for me, he ushered me through. A black Lamborghini was sitting in his drive way. Now, I'm almost positive that wasn't there before. It looked brand new, not a scratch in sight. With a press of a button the car doors flopped up.

I hesitated at the passengers seat door. "I still don't know why I should trust you."

"Cause we know each other from 'up there'." He repeated casually. We weren't even near that building where we supposedly met and where I was banned from.

Sliding into the seat, I stayed as far away from Zach as I could while he drove. I still didn't believe him, but where else was I supposed to go? I mean, I'm not going to go take a nap in a dumpster and eat what I'm sleeping on. I had no money… That I could remember.

It didn't take a long time to get where we were heading, about fifteen minutes.

"So, what's today?" I asked as we walked up to the brick building, the main office. The school was called Roland High according to the sign that I read when we pulled into the parking lot. I hated having to ask Zach so many questions that to him had obvious answers.

"Thursday." He opened the double doors and followed me in. "School started a month ago. We'll be able to catch up."

I don't even remember if I was smart! Did I get grades my parents were proud of me for or grounded me for. My parents. What were they like? Were they still alive?

"How may I help you?" The accountant at the front desk asked.

"We'd like to enroll in Roland High." Zach told her, leaning over the desk to sneak a peak at what she was working on. Nosey.

"Name?"

"Zachary Goode." Goode. Sounds kind of girly but not that bad of a last name. I kind of like it.

"Oh, yes. I've been waiting for you." She searched in a big stack of papers and pulled out a thick folder. "I'm going to have to ask you to fill out a couple of papers for me." A couple? That looks like a million.

Zach must've seen my exasperated expression 'cause he offered to do all the paper work if I wanted to walk around and look at the school. I gladly accepted. I do not want to sit in a 'cushy' chair and sign things till my hand hurts.

Half-running half-walking (I guess you could call it trotting?) and started down the hall. School was still in session and I could here a male teacher in a room a little ways down yelling at his students to grab a seat or he'd right them up for not listening or in his words 'disrespecting him'. I couldn't help myself. I peeked into the window on the door. There were maybe eight kids up and moving to different desks and another was sitting on top of a desk giving the teacher a how-do-you-like-me-now? Look. Now the teachers face was going red and he yelled at them to 'sit their butts in a chair'.

No body had noticed me and I was just about to leave when the boy sitting on the desk caught my eye. I recognized him. My memory must be coming back. It looked like he recognized me to! A girl followed his gaze and saw me peaking through the door and pointed me out to the teacher, who, before I even got a chance to turn around, had the door open and was ushering me in.

When the students noticed the new person (me) in the room they shut up immediately but didn't bother to find their seats or even just sit down.

"What do you need m'am?" The teacher asked.

"Uhm…" I was at a lost for words. What was I supposed to say? I was just spying on your class room 'cause the guy who found me on the street this morning is enrolling me here. I'd sound perfectly crazy. In every way.

"Don't be shy. Were all family here, aren't we?" He asked the class that just sat there staring at him.

" Uh, I was just walking by." I so badly wanted to turn around and rush out of this room. If I'd just been a better spy I would have been able to spare myself this embarrassment.

"Oh well then you can take a seat and not waste your energy." I think he's telling me to gain weight…

"No, I'm fine." Just let me go, I begged with my eyes.

He was either oblivious to my begs or just chose to ignore them. "I insist." Walking to the empty desk next to the guy who first saw me, I sat down.

The chaos erupted again.

"I know you." He leaned closer to me, Examining what I was wearing. I crossed my arms over my clothes. They still had dirt stains from my wake up in those peoples yard… Wait.

"Oh my god."

"That's what I thought when I went to let my dog outside this morning." He said it like it happened everyday.

My cheeks started burning up. Guess I got my new nickname; 'homeless chick'. "Can we keep this between us?"

His face scrunched up in fake consideration. 'That'd be asking a whole lot." I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to beg.

I sunk back in my seat. I'm not so low that I would beg him not to tell anyone. "Well?"

"I'm just kidding." He said after a moment. He didn't look like he was kidding but… "Why were you in my yard though?"

Turning away from him and his ruffled blond hair I said. "It doesn't mater." Was I supposed to tell him I fell from the sky and landed in his yard? Or maybe I was born from the grass your dog usually pees on? That sounds completely sane.

"Hey, I didn't mean to offend you."

I laughed out loud. Offend me? Psh. Everybody's head turned towards me and I regretted laughing a moment ago.

"Cammie, what are you doing in here?" I heard someone say from the door. It took me a second to realize he was speaking to me. I'm still getting use to my name.

Zach stood in the doorway leaning against the side of it with his hands in his pockets.

Standing up and walking towards him, I said, "I was just leaving."