Momma never told me how to love
Daddy never told me how to feel
Momma never told me how to touch
Daddy never showed me how to heal
Momma never set a good example
Daddy never held momma's hand
Momma found everything hard to handle
Daddy never stood up like a man

"There's a new kid in school."

"Isn't he hot?"

"Oh dear lord, those eyes have me right on the edge..."
"I'm already in love, he said hi to me. I can't!"
Word spreads at Gallagher High school like wild fire. It happens one second, everyone knows the next second.

"What's his name?"

"I bet it's beautiful!"

"It's Zachary, haven't you heard?"

"Zachary! Even his name is perfect."

A new boy had just enrolled at Gallagher High School.

Zachary Goode

Age: 15

Birthdate: December 1, 1999

Physical Characteristics: Tall, dark brown hair and handsome. Eyes that really examine you, "I-know-something-you-don't" smile.

Signature moves: Slippery sucker, often mysteriously showing up at random (and frequently dangerous) places.

Weakness: Hard to cross examine when he smiles.

Zachary just began to attend this school and today was to be his first day. It wasn't even first period and Cammie already knew everything about him.

Everything was talking about the boy, even her closest friends wouldn't stop.

"I hope he isn't a jerk," Macey commented, checking out her nails. "We have enough of those at our school."
Bex nodded with a small whistle. She had her feet propped up on her desk, a common position to find her in.

"I doubt it. He is a December baby, a Sagittarius. They are known for being kind. Now Gemini, you have to look out for them," Liz commented. She glanced up at the group with a small grimace. "They're sneaky."

"Hey!" Macey argued. "I'm a Gemini."

Liz flushed and looked back down at her book.

"I know," she replied, softly but pointedly. Bex chuckled, shaking her head a little.

"Who believes that horoscope stuff?" She asked in amusement. Liz shrugged.

"It's usually pretty accurate. For example: Cammie is a picture perfect Capricorn," Liz replied. Cammie looked at her friend.

"What?"

"Capricorn," Liz replied. "You've never told us your exact birthday, but I know its in-between January the eighth and the twenty-eighth. That makes you either a Capricorn or Aquarius. I decided Capricorn was more you than Aquarius."

Cammie made a small noise of disagreement. She didn't like to tell her friends a lot about herself. She liked to be private, to keep people from knowing too much about her so that she was never too attached to anyone. When she was attached to a person they left. It was inevitable.

The door opened and the entire group of friends turned to see who had entered. Neither of them recognized the boy who walked in, but Cammie immediately knew who it was.

"Zachary," she grumbled softly. It only took a second glance to know that this was true. The teacher stood up immediately her eyes growing wide.

"Mr. Goode!" She stated in obvious surprise. "You're here early."
The teenager nodded and smirked a little.

"I'm a new student, have to get to know my, clearly charming teacher, Mrs.-" Zachary cut himself off to glance down at his schedule. "Buckingham."

Mrs. Buckingham absolutely beamed in response, and she wasn't exactly a young woman, she was really very old, so the compliment was probably a thing she relished in.

"Well, Mr. Goode. You can introduce yourself when class starts. You will be seating by Cammie during my class."

Zachary nodded and turned towards the chairs in the room, hardly noticing Cammie staring at him.

"Which seat will that be?" He asked, his eye roaming freely.

"Oh Cammie is already here," Mrs. Buckingham replied. "Cameron dear, please stand up!"

Cammie smiled at her teacher and stood up. Zachary's eyes fell on her and he grinned, walking over. Cammie stared right back at him, she didn't smile or frown, just stared. That didn't deter the boy at all. He just laughed silently and walked over to her.

"Hello, Cameron was it?" Zachary asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he set his book bag down at the legs of his desk. Cammie sighed heavily and sat back down.

"It's Cammie."

Zachary frowned slightly and sat down too, facing Cammie.

"You aren't nearly as friendly as all the other girls," he commented. Cammie snorted and leaned back in her chair.

"I'm surprised any of them had the courage to talk to -" Cammie made air quotations and fake swooned. "-Zachary Goode."

Zachary smirked.
"So you've heard of me?" Zachary asked cockily. Cammie rolled her eyes.

"Everyone's heard of you," Cammie replied plainly. Bex turned around and smiled, holding a hand out to Zachary.

"Cam's right, I'm Baxter. Bex Baxter." Bex winked and shook Zachary's hand. He looked more amused than anything else.

"Glad to see someone in this classroom is friendly," Zachary replied, giving Bex a dazzling smile. Macey chuckled softly, and took her turn to shake Zachary's hand.

"Don't worry about Cammie, she's anti- human contact," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Macey McHenry."

Zachary hummed thoughtfully.

"Is your dad…?" The question hung in the air for only a moment before Macey was answering.

"The senator?" She chuckled dryly and looked to the floor with a bit of a grimace. "Yeah."
"Not a good relationship?" Zachary murmured with a raised eyebrow. Macey gave Zachary a grimace.

Liz leaned back in her chair, earning Zachary's attention.

"I'm Elizabeth Sutton," she announced. "But please, call me Liz."

Zachary hummed with a nod.

"Nice to meet you Liz."

They all smiled at him, except for Cammie who pulled out her ear buds, and put them in her ears, pretending to be listening to music. She put her head on the table and let out a soft groan. She was tired, extremely tired. She had stayed up all night doing homework, and now she was at school. She just needed to sleep.

"And I," Zachary continued. "Prefer to be called Zach not Zachary."

Cammie inadvertently snorted, earning the boys intense gaze. She didn't have to see it to know it was there.

"What's funny?" Zachar- Zach (she had to repeat that a few times in her brain) asked, a slight edge to his voice.

"Is Zachary too prestigious?" Cammie asked dry humor in her voice. "Or is it just too much of a mouthful."

Cammie glanced up from behind her hair, eyes training on Zach. He had something of a confused look on his face, but he also looked a bit amused, and angry.

"I just prefer to be called Zach," Zach replied. He gave Cammie another odd look, which made Cammie glare at him a bit. She got bored of the eye contact after a minute and buried her head back in her arms, yawning.

Zach watched Cammie for a while longer, but soon other students filed into the classroom, most of which were eager to officially meet the new kid.

The room was filled with murmured questions and soft observations of Zach. Small conversations that Cammie only heard in between conversations others were having with Zach.

He was very open, and not at all shy about who he was and what he liked to do.

He was a flirt. Zach complimented every one he talked to, even if they were a guy he made a point to unnecessarily compliment the person.

It was pretty annoying, and by the end of first period, Cammie was more than happy to leave the classroom without so much as a good bye sent to Zach, or any of her friends.

She went to her second period class which was right down the hall and propped herself back in her seat. Her teacher regarded her with a mere glance before sighing.

"New student today," Mr. Solomon muttered. It was directed towards Cammie and she knew it.

"He's in this class too?" She asked, her voice full of aggravation. Mr. Solomon chuckled softly and nodded.

"Next to you," he added. Cammie sighed and laid her head back down on her desk.

"I'm sure we have all the same classes, don't we?" She murmured sarcastically. Mr. Solomon didn't answer that question, but his silence was enough answer.

"Are you kidding me?!" She shot up in her chair, eyes trained on her teacher. He had a straight face, wasn't saying much, and his expression was hard to read. But Cammie knew that look, she knew Mr. Solomon very well. She pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"This is your doing," she snapped. He shrugged, eyes drifting to his whiteboard.

"It'll be good for you to befriend Zachary," Mr. Solomon said simply.

"I already have friends, plenty of friends," Cammie replied, frowning deeply. Mr. Solomon snorted.

"Are they your friends? Are they really? You don't let them in on anything about yourself, can you really consider them your friends?" Mr. Solomon asked. She glared at him, and he simple stared back.

There was an odd shuffle at the door.

"Hello," Zach murmured from the door, looking rather small when both Cammie and Mr. Solomon turned their glares towards him.

Mr. Solomon's gaze softened when he saw that it was Zach.

Cammie's did not.

"Zachary Goode," Mr. Solomon said. "Welcome to Civics and Economics. You will be seated by Cammie. It's come to my attention that you have already met her."

Zach smiled toothily.

"Just Zach, if you don't mind," Zach replied with a smirk. He walked back over to Cammie and took a seat in the chair next to her. "Hi again Gallagher Girl."

Cammie groaned and dropped her head to the desk, shutting her eyes tightly.

"Don't call me that."

Zach laughed softly.

"Now I'm tempted," he said softly. Cammie ignored him in favor of pulling out her notebook, preparing to take notes as students filed into the classroom. Zach went back to being a social butterfly and began talking to everyone who came into the room. Flirting the works.

Cammie got glares again, everyone jealous that she was the one who got to sit by the new kid, instead of them. Even some of the guys were glaring. It didn't matter for long. Mr. Solomon started the class with a dive right into the textbooks.

He was a good teacher, one of Cammie's favorites because he taught as he was supposed to. With no distractions and no slack. Unlike other teachers, he used his attractive popularity as a more tactical advantage then a social one.

He used it as an excuse to get students to work harder, something he didn't have to do to Cammie.

Civics wasn't the worst class either.

It was all about politics, they learned about presidents, the government, there was even an entire lesson on Macey's dad.

It was probably the only class Cammie ever listened to.

"Alright class, if you all were listening you should be able to complete tonight's homework with ease. Simply write an essay about what we learned in class," Mr. Solomon instructed. One of the girls, in the front of the class began to stand up, and Mr. Solomon sighed.

"Ms. Smith, either the bell, or I dismiss you. Did either of those things prompt you to pack your thing and get up?" He asked. The girl froze, somewhat like a deer stuck in headlights, making someone in the back of the classroom snicker.

"N-no M-M-Mr. Solomon," she replied after a moment, immediately sitting back down in her chair. Mr. Solomon nodded in approval.

"That goes for all of you. No one is to get up or pack up until the bell rings, or I say so. You have plenty of homework you can complete in the next few minutes."

A lot of the students looked like they wanted to argue further, to fight for their right to pack up, but Mr. Solomon had a stern look on his face and anyone with sense knew to back down.

"You understand any of this?" Zach asked, glancing over at Cammie. She half rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, it's all memorization," she replied, scribbling down something about the Speaker of House on her homework page.

"Oh," Zach said. He turned back to his homework and jotted something down. Cammie glanced at him, and noticed that his face was a little tense. He looked almost as if he were thinking about something really hard, something he couldn't quite wrap his mind around.

Then he glanced over at Cammie and sent her a smirk and a wink.

"Take a picture Gallagher Girl, it'll last longer," he said. She scoffed and went back to working on her homework, storing that look in the new section of her mind she was creating. The one section that would from now on be specifically reserved for Zachary Goode.

The rest of the day went by as swimmingly as it could possibly go with Zach following Cammie everywhere.

He sat with her and her friends at lunch, sat next to her in the next two classes they shared, and the guy even went as far as to try and insist on walking her home from school.

Cammie was about ready to punch him by the time the day was over. She hated his stupid smirk and smug attitude. She hated all the attention he received from other girls, and how much attention he gave back.

He was insufferable, annoying, and Cammie couldn't figure out why he insisted on hanging out with here.

She constantly acted like she hated him, she didn't hide her feelings at all. She refused to laugh at his jokes or give him a sincere smile. He had been trying all day to pull one out of her.

He even had this stupid pun he used with his last name, which Cammie hated. She wouldn't give him her attention so he said; "Come on Gallagher Girl, aren't you having a Goode time?" To which Cammie had replied by promptly shoving him out of his chair.

He left her alone a bit after that, but only for about ten minutes before he tried to get her attention again.

He was like a child! An insufferably spoiled child who had to get the attention of everyone around him, especially that of those who wouldn't give him the attention he seeked.

Aka, Cammie's attention.

"So, this is where you live," Zach commented softly, taking in the house Cammie had led Zach to. It was a pretty brick house, where Cammie's foster parents lived.

She didn't like them very much. They weren't very nice, and they were just in it for the money. Not to mention that they fought all the time. They hated each other's guts. They shouldn't even be together, yet there they were.

Cammie sighed.

"Yeah, whatever goodbye."
She swung her backpack over her shoulder and put her hands in her pockets. She began to walk towards her school when she heard Zach clear his throat slightly. Cammie looked towards him and raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

He shrugged, and put his own hands in his pockets.

"I'll come by in the morning and we can walk to school together sound good?"

He voice was soft, tentative. The most genuine Cammie had heard this boy speak all day. She didn't have the heart to groan in annoyance.

"Yeah sure."

He nodded once and turned away, walking somewhere on his own. Cammie sighed softly and went inside of her house, determined to finish her work and get some sleep.

Author's Note:

I know... I haven't finished my others I just... I need to do something different, I need to ge tmy mind of things I needed to start this story I'm sorry guys :-/