Cammie curled up into a tangled mess of sheets after yet another nightmare. She grabbed the pillow to her mouth and screamed. The horrors in her dreams were only hers and hers to keep.

She jumped as a knock sounded on the other side of the door.

'Go away!' She yelled at the person.

'Hey, hey, calm down I only want to help. My name's Zach, I'm your new neighbour.'

'So!?' She yelled hiding under her sheets.

'I heard you screaming and I wanted to know if you were okay. Can I come in?' His words were soft and calm and it slightly soothed her.

'No.' But Cammie spoke quieter and she wasn't afraid.

'Please.'

'Okay, just give me a second.' She said and hurried to find some decent clothes other than the pyjamas she had been wearing for the last week. Finally she settled on some black genie pants and an NYU singlet. She swept up her hair into a messy bun and ran to the door.

As she opened the door and two things registered in her mind. One; Zach was hot, and two; He was smirking.

'What do you want?' Cammie said annoyed at the way he was looking at her.

'I was wondering if you had any plans tonight. Maybe I could come over and cook you dinner?' He said without breaking his annoying smirk.

'Why would I want you to do that?' I asked, getting seriously annoyed that he was still smirking.

'Well for one, I'm nice; for two, I'm new and it would be neighbourly; and for three, I won't stop begging until you let me.'

I smiled weakly, 'That I believe, seven thirty good for you?'

'Yes!' he laughed and punched the air in victory.

'Whatever, was that all or did you need anything else?' I asked and yawned.

'Nope, just wondering if you were alright, sounded like a murderer was in there.'

If only he knew.

'Nope, just a stupid nightmare, I'll see you tonight?' I spoke with a fake smile etched across my face. I had perfected it and no one had ever seen through it, that I was confident in.

'Yes, you absolutely will,' He said, way overexcited about the whole thing and began to walk down the hallway.

Halfway to his apartment he turned around. 'You should really stop doing that, one day you are going to realise that your fake smile has become your only smile and that won't be good. See you tonight mystery girl.' And with that he turned and kept walking, saluting as he went.

He had seen through her smile. He was the only person who had. And, not only had he seen through it, he had also told her that he had. I hoped that he wouldn't bring it up at dinner tonight though, that would be horrible if he asked me why I use it.

Oh, shit! I thought. Zach Goode, someone I didn't know, someone who would try to know me, and, more importantly, was hot. Not that I was looking for another boyfriend, not after last time, never, after last time.

But, I needed to clean. Shit.