Oh, hi everyone. So, I know I should be continuing my two stories 'I do not.' and 'CFBOW' and I will. This story just popped into my head and I was like "oooh." and it's been in my head for a while now so. Sorry, if the first chapter is a little confusing. The first two chapters will be basically on their friendship before college and then we will continue on with that. Yeah, so R&R please and I hope you enjoy (:

I think most of us can officially say that we've all had a best friend before, right?

I can't.

Well, let me take that back. I mean, I couldn't. Macey, Bex and Liz are absolutely amazing best friends. The best I could ever ask for. It's just not what everyone talks about when they talk about their best friend. Best friend. The person who knows you the best. The person who is there for you and always will be. The person you never fight with and the little times you do, you make up in five minutes. That type of best friend, that's what I wanted. So, yeah for a while I would say I never truly had a best friend- well at least one that was there longer than like two years.

Until 7th grade.

It was the first day of 7th and I was in history class. Cue new kid. Well, cue instantly popular new kid. You know those kids that you just look at them and you're like 'damn, I wish I was them, at least for a day'. Zachary Goode was that type of kid. With his brown hair, messed up in all the right places and amazing, completely captivating green eyes, you couldn't deny the facts; he was hot.

Not that I'd tell anybody that.

Well, I guess I didn't have to tell anyone.

He walked in, smirk plastered on his face, and did a little small head nod to the class. All the girls sighed and all the boys yelled out greetings as he moved from row to row. I just bit my lip to hide my smile and continued looking at the board. I guess you could say faith wanted to play games with me today since said popular new kid stopped in front of my chair and sat in the empty seat next to mine.

"So, you're Cammie, right?"

damn, even his voice is attractive!

I nodded not even bothering to look at him.

"You're friends with Macey McHenry right?"

Of course, he couldn't possibly be talking to me just cause he wanted to. He's talking to me cause I'm a friend of the beautiful Macey McHenry.

I sighed and nodded. I was about to tell him how Macey wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment and I would have, if he hadn't leaned into me. He put his head on my shoulder and I froze. He smirked a little bit and whispered, "She told me." He then leaned back.

I looked at him, confusion written all over my face. "Told you? Told you what?"

"Well, that you like me." I looked at him with my eyes wide with disbelief.

"That's not possible because I don't like you." I protested turning back to the front of the room.

He chuckled, "of course you do. Everyone does. I mean how could you not like this? I'm like a sex god." I looked through the corner of my eye and saw him motioning at his body up and down. I rolled my eyes. Then my partner came and Zach went to move to his new seat, which just so happened to be the one in back of mine.

So, if you had to ask me my first impression of Zachary Goode after talking to him, I would most likely say "ass."

From that day forward, Zach spent every living moment he saw me trying to talk to me. At first it was just in class. Then it proceeded to him trying to get to talk to me in the halls, and then just any time he would see me. See, thing is since that day I never said a word to him. I'd ignore him constantly no matter what he did.

Believe me that was difficult.

There were times when he would try talking to me in class.

"Cammie!" "Yo, Cam!" "Hello? Anybody there?"

Nothing.

There were times during class when the teacher would be teaching and then out of nowhere I would feel a thump, thump on the back of my chair. Whenever I would turn around I would see Zach's face, smirking at me. At first I would just ignore it but it would always continue and continue. So one day I asked somebody to switch seats with me when the teacher wasn't looking. That didn't help either. Zach asked the person in back of me to switch with him and then the thumping would be back.

Still nothing.

There were times when I'd sit down at my lunch table, waiting for the other girls to come when bam! There's Zachary Goode, sitting in front of me, smirk plastered on his face, trying to get my attention.

Not one word.

Even when I was walking into the girls locker room for physical ed I couldn't escape him. The first time he was ever in the girl's locker room he came in completely shirtless. He just walked over to where I was standing, ignored the half naked girls, sat down on the bench in front of my locker, and put on his shirt. Ever since that day he'd just walk on in and try talking to me. Thankfully, he'd change after all the girls left. That would get him in trouble though, not like he cared.

Zippo. Nada.

So yes, even with all of that happening and a little more I never did say one word to Zachary Goode.

Well, until mid semester.

I was walking the halls to my next class when out of nowhere Zach came up to me, grabbed my arms, and made me stop walking. He then proceeded to take out a piece of gum he had been chewing from his mouth. I took one step away from him but still gave him a weird look. He then grabbed my hand and put the gum in it. "What the hell, Goode?" I yelled trying to get my hand away from his grip but before I could he shoved my hand onto his hair.

"What the hell, Cammie!"

I gave him a look of disbelief and then took my hand off his hair, the gum stuck to it. "What do you mean? You're the one who put the gum in your hair." I yelled back.

He looked at me shocked and rolled his eyes, "right, right. like I'd put gum in my own hair? I can't believe you, Morgan." He exclaimed, glaring at me. He then turned arounc and walked away. The whole day he had the gum in his hair.

The next day he came to school with all of his hair cut off and an angry expression. I don't know how but he somehow still seemed attractive. He stomped over to me and glared, "This." He said, making hand movements above his head. "This is all your fault."

I just looked at him for a moment and then I just burst out laughing. At what? I have no clue. I just laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until there were tears in my eyes.

Ever since that day, my life was never the same.