(Editing. Chapter nine will be up soon.

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Full Summary:

Cammie Morgan lived a seemingly normal life. It was the start of her junior year at Roseville High, she had a great group of friends, was mildly tormented by Zachary Goode, the most annoying boy known to man, and had one of the biggest crushes on Joshua Abrams- the school's star quarterback. But then it all changed.

It didn't take long for Cammie to realize that everything is not what it seems. Soon, she finds herself in the path of a very mysterious boy, Zachary is acting way out of character, and Josh is a suspect of quadruple homicide.

Will Zach be able to keep Cammie hidden form a world she thought only existed in books, or will a certain snake-eyed boy give her the answers that she never knew she wanted?

Twists, magic, stubbornness, and regret wasn't what Cammie thought her life would be like- Not to mention her Father happens to be the king of a magical land full of vampires, fairies, trolls, and even fire breathing dragons.

~She knew this wasn't high school anymore. What kind of place makes you want to run from what you fear, but also make you want to run to it with open arms?~

Prologue

Roseville was a quiet small town in the middle of Virginia. Everyone knew everyone. . . Or so they thought. Take Josh Abrams for example. Young, hot, Co-Captain of the football team, honor student, and Zachary Goode's best friend. Sounds like a nice guy, right? Or when you've got sweet little Cammie Morgan, apple of everyone's eye; even Zach and Josh couldn't deny the sixteen year old girls beauty. They way her hips swayed when she walked while her hair shown brightly even in the dull school lights. So innocent and naïve. Who knew there was so much strength and spirit in her small delicate body?

Everything is not what it seems but when you dig a little deeper, answers are sure to be found.

Number 4

Cammie swiftly ran up to Roseville High, trying to avoid as much of the cold rain as possible. The pitter-patter of the precipitation sounded like billions of pebbles as the water hit the ground with harsh force. She could almost hear the small 'tings' they left every time they came into contact with the old golden, now spotted with black, ball that sat on top of the flagpole while other drops wove through the almost empty tree branches of the forest right across the road. Splashes of water hit her shoes every step she took while small bubbles of air formed under her foot, temporarily staying on the asphalt before popping. Her breath was scattered and short as her lungs begged for air. She made sure her baby pink hood was still secure on her head so no rain would get on her hair, fearing that if even a small drop of water would ruin the pin straight locks of dirty blonde, and ultimately, man kind. Who wouldn't, when your friend spent an hour on your hair and you wrecked it by getting rained on? Especially when your friend will most likely kill you if even one strand of hair was out of place.

Just as she reached the steps, her foot came in contact with a large puddle, drenching her light blue skinny jeans and white blouse. She groaned in annoyance and walked up the slipery steps, squeaking with a jolt when a loud clap of thunder rumbled over her. The force was strong enough to send her teeth chattering and her ears ringing.

"Cam, wait!" A British voice shouted from across the parking lot, her voice barely audible from the over powering noise of Mother Nature at work. Cammie turned around to wave at her friend, Rebecca, who was running to the school soaking wet. The girl's coca colored skin did well to blend in the dark light, though her bright pink jacket made her stand out against the sheet of rain making it easy to pinpoint exactly where she was.

Only a few meters away at the bottom of the cement staircase, Joshua Abrams and Zachary Goode stood with their football gear tossed over their shoulders, not caring about the rain pounding on their faces and drenching their bodies.

"It looks like practice will be canceled today." Josh said putting a foot on the wet stone step. Zach gave a small nodd in agreement before responding.

"Frankly, I'm kind of happy about that. He made us run twenty laps last time before actual practice started. My muscles are still sore." He grumbled, switching the strap of his gear bag from his right shoulder, to his left one. He threw a glare at the British girl that bumped into him as she ran up the stairs.

Both of their eyes flickered to the small blonde girl that just entered the safety of school with her obnoxious best friend. They watched her slowly take her hood off as if she didn't want to ruin what was perfect hair no matter what happened to it.

So far, so good. Zach thought just like every other day he spent at this school.

Once the boys entered central hall, they were immediately blasted with heat that traveled through the school's old vents, giving warmth to wherever it could. The rain from out side was only slightly muted, now sounding like loud maracas from above them as the water hit the roof. Trophies lined the dark blue and black walls, placed in glass cases as if they were a strong force to keep trouble makers away. To the right of them, a few feet away from the main office, a boy was being chided for running in the hall, while to the left, a group of girls talked about the latest episode of Pretty Little Liars as well as Taylor Swift being way too stuck-up for her own good. Josh noticed the way the lights flickered every so often, warning him that the power was threatening to go out giving the kids a day off school. Sounds of Hot Cross Buns played from the band room down the hall by little kids who apparently didn't know the difference between a natural and a flat making the simple song sound very out of tune.

Zach didn't know why the kids bothered to play instruments. It would never get them anywhere in life. At least he has a promising career as a football star considering he's the star quarterback and captain of the team. That is, if he wanted to be a football star. It wouldn't matter if he did or not, he had more important things to take care of other than passing a ball of what was originally pig skin back in the day.

The boys walked to the staircase at the end of the hall to get to their lockers on the second floor, their Nike sneakers squeaking on the glossy black tile with every step. The hallways were crowded with loud students that rushed to get to homeroom to finish incomplete assignments or to get to the janitors closet to get a quick seven minutes of heaven before announcements started. Annoying freshman girls tried flirting with the two boys, while the guys told over dramatic stories to make their self sound cooler than they actually were. Josh and Zach rolled their eyes, trying so hard not to tell the irritating kids to leave them alone. Being a popular senior, it's hard to avoid them. . . or anyone for that matter. Except for one girl. One girl was always able to sneak out from their sights, and that aggravated them both.

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"Cammie!" Rebecca whined with a stomp as if she was a child being told it was time for bed. The two girls stood at their lockers, grabbing what they needed for class as other peers mingled around in attempt to kill time before first period started, "You can't avoid her forever!

She was talking about their friend, Elizabeth Sutton. Cammie was told by Macey that Elizabeth wanted to do a project, of what Macey did not know, and needed Cammie to help. And last time she helped Liz with a project. . . well, let's just say Cammie had no eyebrows for three weeks. So now, it's Rebecca's job to convince Cammie that helping little ole Liz is the right thing to do. Secretly, she just likes to watch her friend suffer as a lab rat.

"Bex!" Cammie snapped and slammed her locker. "I swear if she tries to create another perfume that is hoped to attract every bird species known to man, I'm hiring a person to. . . I don't know, take her smartness away!" Yes, it wasn't the greatest threat she could come up with, but at the moment she didn't care. She did not want to be eyebrow-less again.

"Whatever." Rebecca hid her disappointment and paused for a moment, biting her lip and smiling. "Sooooo," She held out the 'o' in a mocking tone. "anyone you have in mind for homecoming? It's next week you know, and I know at least fifteen guys asked you out." She suddenly began to scowl at Cammie as they walked to their first period class, dodging teachers and students as they walked. Cammie denied each guy for no reason at all and Rebecca was afraid her friend was going to end up a lonely cat lady if she kept denying hot guys a date.

Rebecca Baxter has been Cammie's best friend since fourth grade when Cammie was being bullied by Zachary Goode. She came up and shoved him away, threatening to give him cooties. Ever since then, the two have been best friends- both sharing the same hatred for Zach. Until last year.

Macey Samuels was another close friend of Cammie's. They didn't meet until the end of ninth grade, when Macey was kicked out of her private school in Washington. Popularity was something Macey didn't think about. She liked to have a small group of real friends that loved her for her, not for her looks and social status. Cammie was the applicant.

In their sophomore year, Macey dragged her new friend to the annual homecoming football game. Her eyes never left player 1. Zach flew across the field making perfect passes and catches and even scoring a few touchdowns. But that's not what changed her opinion in him after so many years. It was the look in his eyes when he stared at her. The way they widened in surprise but then eased into a look of contempt. As if he had finally gotten what he wanted. . . And a feeling in her gut, was that he wanted her to notice him. Although she could be wrong because after that, they've never glanced at each other again. Well, they have, but the looks were far from pleasant.

So it's not like she had a crush on him. She just didn't hate him anymore. No. The one boy she did have a crush on, was Josh Abrams. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt for the popular senior. The way he was always helping her on homework and even carrying her books if they were headed to the same class. Cammie was a sucker for sweet guys. And Josh was defiantly a sweet guy- not to mention very good looking.

"Cam?" Rebecca asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Cammie jumped as she was brought out of her thoughts.

"Yeah. What?" Cammie asked as the entered their first period room, US History with , and sat down.

"Why won't you just let me talk to him?" Rebecca groaned, putting her chin in her left hand once they sat down in the all to familiar metal chairs.

"What do you mean?" Cammie knew exactly what she since Rebecca found out about Cammie's secret crush, Rebecca has been begging her friend to let her give hints to Josh that he has a secret admirer.

"You know what I mean Cammie." She just shook her head and huffed, sinking down in her chair in attempt to get away from the conversation.

"I really don't feel like being laughed at by him or his friends. I'm a nobody, Rebecca , and Josh is. . . well, Josh." Cammie's dear friend tried so hard not to roll her eyes. How can this girl be so oblivious? Josh carries her books to almost every class and always makes reasons to talk to her. He likes Cammie, probably even more than she likes him.

"I didn't hear a no." Rebecca said with a sly smile. Before Cammie could even get a breath in to tell Rebecca no, the announcements came on. As she stood, Cammie glared at a smug looking Rebecca and said the pledge.

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Zach laughed quietly when the spit ball landed in the girl's hair. If Josh was in this class, they'd be fooling around and doing stupid stuff. But since he's not, Zach had to find his own entertainment, and spitting paper into his favorite blonde's hair was one of his favorite things to do.

She turned around in her cheep metal chair with a fierce glare.

"Knock it off, Goode and stop being an immature pain." She growled. Her eyes showed annoyance and displeasure, not at all enjoying Zach's form of entertainment. After years of his torment, she got over being upset and just became annoyed and irritated with his teasing.

"Cameron Morgan, this is study hall, not social hour." Mrs. Lance, the ninth grade History teacher, scolded. Cammie's eyes were wide and her mouth was open in shock. She turned around and went back to the book she was previously reading before being so rudely interrupted. Okay, so maybe Cammie still hated Zach. How could she not? The boy still acts like an immature third grader! Always putting stuff in her hair and making her uncomfortable, just like the earth worms he threw at her back when he was in fifth grade and she was in fourth.

Zach smirked at the back of her head and wadded up another small piece of paper. It was in their English class in eighth grade where he learned how to make a simple pen and spit-ball blow dart. Reading books such as The Child Called 'It' wasn't exactly his idea of fun.

There was a small whack as another tiny wet ball hit her ear. Cammie silently set her book down before whipping around to glare at the boy.

"I swear if you don't stop I'm going to smack you." She whispered. Zach's green eyes lit up in amusement as he leaned forward so that there was only about a foot of space between their faces. His black earbuds dangled off his neck as he pulled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows. Taking his right index finger, he pointed to his left cheek.

"Lay one on me." He loved this. All the attention from her. Zach couldn't deny his attraction he had for her. The way her blue eyes pierced his green ones like they did the night of his junior year's homecoming game. It was like everything was right in the world, as cheesy as it sounds. There were no complications, no fear, and no worry. Just him and her- the way he wished it would be in real life. But it's not. In real life, there could be so many things that go wrong. His life was complicated enough as it was, and it wasn't because football scouts were surrounding him like animals.

"Do you want me to give you detention?" The teacher asked again, an evil look set on her old wrinkly face. Cammie huffed and turned around, trying to pick out all the little wads of paper out of her hair.

Zach debated on offering to help. Anything to be able to touch her hair. Her loose blonde curls bounced even when she would give a slight nod of the head. It was so strikingly soft looking. Mesmerizing.

The bell rang, signaling the end of fifth period. Zach broke form his thoughts and immediately stood up, the term 'saved by the bell' making an appearance in his mind as he was already beginning to reach his hand out.

XXX

The hallways seemed to be more quiet than they were this morning. Instead of loud laughter and pathetic fights, whispers formed from the mouths of students, talk of worry and confusion embedded into the conversations at hand as Zach walked to the lunchroom. It was almost as if the walls held secrets. Secrets nobody but he and Josh knew, and perhaps a few more.

"I know. My mom called and said she was going to pick me up from school. I can't believe the cops haven't found who's been doing this." I girl mumble nervously to her friend.

Zach's jaw clenched along with his fists.

How long will this be going on for?

Ever since one month ago, the begging of school, there have been three cases of homicides. Three murders and no one knows who it was or what their motive is. The victims were either high school Juniors or Seniors, all three were boys. Now four?

Is this person a dude to?

He didn't like the way the teachers were being quiet about it. There weren't even any 'moments of silence' in the morning to respect the lives that were lost. They say they don't want to stress out the students, but what does it matter? They're already fearing for their lives.

"Who did she say it was?" The friend asked. Zach slowed his pace, hoping to catch a small portion of their conversation without seeming like an eavesdropper.

"Some boy named Jake Houston." At this, Zach felt like he was going to throw up. Jake was a good friend of his. He was planning on asking Cammie to homecoming. Out of all 683 seniors, it had to be Jake? If anyone deserved Cammie it was Roseville High's best linebacker and kicker. All he did was talk about her during practice. You could see how much he adored the girl. Josh would always get mad about that. He'd either storm away or pick fights with the kicker.

"How'd he die?" The friend asked.

"Well, my mom said it was nearly the same as the other two. His throat was slit this time though but the same marking was there with the number four cut on his chest."

Four. Because he was the fourth victim. And the marking? It was a circle cut on the victims chest with an 'C' in the middle and a slash cut through it.

How many people is this sicko going to kill?

Then he though about Cammie. She was practically live bait for whoever this was. So innocent and naïve. Avoiding the cases and not making it a habit to know the evidence wasn't the right action to take. He had been taught better. To do his job, he must take action, and that is exactly what he was going to do.

XXX

Josh was sitting at a lunch table when Zach sat down.

"There's been another murder." Was the first thing that came out of Zach's mouth. His voice was so low it was almost captured by the loud conversations of the cafeteria.

"I know. Jake was a great kicker too." Josh said, not looking a bit sorry. Zach didn't notice though, too caught up in thought.

What happens if this killer came after him? Why is the killer only going after guys? What does he want?

Zach wrapped his brain around everything he could. The similarities the boys had. The grade they were in and what clubs they were involved in. Even their daily activities. It was a plus that Zach new these kids. There are thousands of students in this school and it would be impossible to know who's who unless you were aquatinted with them some how.

"Who do you think could have done this?" Zach asked, mostly to himself.

"How would I know? I'm as lost as you are." Josh took a bite from his pizza and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he stood up. "I'll be right back."

Zach fallowed Josh's gaze to where Cammie was standing in line. Josh walked up right behind her and put his arm across her shoulders. Cammie jumped, looking at her intruder but then her eyes softened and she smiled.

He looked away, a pang of jealousy running through him.

Tough. He thought bitterly to himself. I don't care about the stupid rules. I can't take it anymore. He can't have her.

XXX

Cammie couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right in this school. There wasn't something right about her town. And she knows it has to do with the murders that have been happening recently.

Stupid investigators. There are four murders and you don't have any other clue other than the stupid markings?

All day Cammie has been watching everyone closely. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for one thing.

"Hey Cam." An arm was on her shoulders making her jump. She turned her head to see Josh standing right beside her, his arm draped across her shoulders. He was smiling a true happy smile, unlike the rest of the students. Even the teachers couldn't think straight today.

"Hey, you seem happy." Cammie said, not in an accusing tone, but not in a normal tone either. Skeptical.

"Why wouldn't I be? I've got a beautiful girl right next to me and a nice sunny day- well, not sunny, but still nice." They chuckled and stepped forward in the line. Cammie suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Why is he so happy today? One of his teammates just got killed!

It's one of Cammie's many talents. Every little detail was laid out in front of her. And if you acted out of character, she would notice. And right now, Josh was almost too happy for someone who's friend was just pronounced dead.

"So I was wondering. Would y-"

"Cammie! There you are!" Elizabeth ran up to her friend and took her hand. Cammie's eyes grew wide. She's been caught! "I've gotta show you something! Come on!" For a short girl, Elizabeth sure runs fast. She dragged Cammie out the doors and to the computer lab where a very eager Rebecca and Macey wait.

"What is it Elizabeth?" Cammie asked, a little afraid. "You know, I don't really think I want to help you with a project. I'm not feeling up to it today and-"

"Shush it and just watch the news! They found a new clue on the bodies!" Elizabeth has always liked forensics and anything that involved science and criminal justice. This would had so many different explanations for things and she loved it. Since the first murder, she has been obsessed with the case. Constantly keeping tabs on it in every way possible.

Cammie's eyes widened and she ran to the computer. Sitting down in the plush teacher chair, she pressed play and immediately, a video on the local new website began playing.

"Here at the Roseville Investigation Plant, Doctor Reynolds and Detective Jarred Cooper have found a new discovery on victim Jake Houston's body earlier today." A reporter said. Even from the screen you could tell the woman was shaking with nerves. Not only were they in a room by the forensics lab, but the window behind her was large and perfectly see through. Though the body was covered with a plastic white sheet, Cammie knew that it was Jake who lay lifeless under it. "Here is Doctor Reynolds with the latest news." She handed the microphone over to the doctor, passing the detective who had a with a scruffy blonde beard that almost looked fake and eyes that were too blue. The Doctor was tall and slightly thin with a long whit lab coat, and when he spoke, his voice was ruff and tired, as if he had been up for days.

"Earlier today, Detective Rogers and I were running tests on victim, Jake Houston and found something rather striking." pictures were shown on the screen as he spoke. Cammie's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped, no longer listening to what the Doctor had to say. On the back of his ear was a simple math equation carved out with a small knife.

10-4=6

So simple a five year old could figure it out. It may have not seemed like much to someone who didn't know the full story, but to everyone in Roseville, they knew four kids were dead. Soon, everyone is going to know that six more are on the list.

As her shock dwindled, the voices on the screen started making a re-appearance in her ears.

"Later on, we were able to discover the type of knife used to make the stabbings and cuts along with the markings on the victims' chests." The detective was speaking now. He looked tired as well, and though he was cleanly shaved and showered, he looked as though a warm bath would do him justice. He had green eyes that held something she couldn't quite place, and she didn't know whether she liked it or not.

"Though we cannot release any other information on the matter, it is now clear we have a serial killer on our hands. If anyone is to come in contact with someone who seems out of sorts and off coarse of usual daily habits, please contact the Roseville Police Department immediately. As of today, everyone is a suspect and everyone is a victim. Thank you." He gave the microphone back to the reporter and left.

I liked it better when I thought serial killers were people who stabbed cereal boxes that had Captain Crunch and Lucky on it.

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A/N- Hey guys!
If things don't make sense, they will soon. I really hope you liked this first chapter. Thins should pick up soon. Remember to review or PM me your thoughts! Thanks for being awesome!