Hey guys! I'm soooo sorry that i took forever to update all of my stories. This is the story that everybody asked for! Without further ado chapter one of Everything Changes!
Cammie POV
If you think that this is your average new girl and bad boy love story it's not. I just want to make that very clear. This isn't your typical romance story where everything goes right. This is my life story. Ever since I moved to Roseville everyone thought that i was the perfect girl. well, I'm not. I live by myself because my parents continually abused me. My dad even attempted to rape me. Yeah good home life right? I think not. My parents died in a car crash three weeks ago. And what did I do? I danced on their graves. Some daughter. I always thought that if I moved it would be for the better. That it would change the way I view the world. Well I did change. And it was one hell of a ride. As I said earlier this isn't where everything goes right. Every relationship has it's ups and downs. When I finally moved, I went into the small town in search of a job. I had plenty of money from my parents left from buying the house but that was going to me getting myself into a good college and paying for all the bills. My parents were billionaires but I like to work for my own money. I need to learn how to provide for myself. Because that money was going to disappear one day. I went to the local coffee shop and got an iced coffee. I was walking along the sidewalk when the door to the grocery store was flung wide open. And I spilled my coffee on the ground. I looked up to see a group of guys standing there. "Don't you know how to look before you open a god damn door?" I practically screamed. "It's not my fault! They shoved me into it! Look how about I buy you a new one? And do I know you?" the guy with green eyes asked. " Look jackass, I know how much a dollar is worth. I don't like to spend other peoples money. And no you do not know me I just moved here." I said studying his eyes. They looked like they had a confident shine in them, but the more i looked at them I saw fear and hurt. It was almost like he was trying to tell people something through his eyes. But nobody has actually looked deep enough to see it. Help me! Please talk to me. Ask me what's wrong. Tell me you care. Help me please! It's like he was crying out for help. He was crying out for help. And the only way I knew that was because I used to have that same look hidden deep down inside of me. But nobody looked at me hard enough. Until my my aunt came and she looked at me and she asked me what was wrong. She didn't take any of my nothing's wrong or I'm okay shit. She had them arrested. They stayed in jail for two weeks until one of my dad's co-workers bailed him out. The next week they died in the car crash. By this time Zach was saying that he had to go. I always keep a set of my phone numbers written down on the piece of paper. I accidentally bumped into him and slid my number into his jacket pocket. Then we went our separate ways.
Ok so I know this is short but I'm running on limited time. Review!