The Princess in a Leather Jacket
A Multi-Chapter Story by Call Moi Crazy
Chapter 1
Cammie's POV
Beep, beep, beep, my alarm clock blared.
I rolled over, checking the time unconsciously to make sure it was, in fact, 6 o'clock.
I got up with a groan, knowing my mom would have a cow if I was late to school on a Monday morning.
I jumped into the shower, letting the warm water work the knots out of my back and the steam moisturize my face.
Getting out I quickly blow dried my hair, brushing through it quickly and thanked the good lord above that my hair was naturally straight. I put a jeweled headband in, loving the way it complimented my perfectly natural blonde hair.
I walked to my closet, pulling on a pair of white skinny jeans, a pink tank top, and combat boots with lace on the sides. I grabbed my black leather jacket and my bag, running down the stairs.
I kept my phone in one hand, clutching my keys in the other and swinging my bag over one shoulder.
I shoved a granola bar into my mouth, and dropped my stuff onto my kitchen counter.
Quickly showing my phone, breakfast, and lose homework assignments into my bag, I scanned my mom's note, noticing that she had left for work even earlier this morning so that she could come home early and make sure our house was prepare for guests coming. I rolled my eyes knowing that our maids would be doing all the work while my mom bossed them around.
I swung my bag over one shoulder before securing it around the other, walking out to our 4 car garage and pressing the automatic door opener.
I yawned slightly, checking my appearance one more time before hoping onto my bike, sliding the familiar helmet over my locks and heading off to school.
I pulled into my usually spot, parking my bike in the spot that already held Zach's. Sharing a space with him not only helped the school board accept our motorcycle use, but also saved space for other seniors to fit into the upper lot, farthest away from the school's main office.
I made my way indoors, ignoring the longing stares of many freshman boys and the jealous glares of whatever girls were desperately throwing themselves at them.
Walking up to my locker, I pull the level, watching as it popped open. Glancing around me, I pulled out my phone, shoving one notebook into my bag.
I grabbed a black pen from my pencil pouch, shoving it into my front pocket for easy access.
Just as I was about to head off to class, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, spinning me around until my back bounced against the lockers.
His arms were positioned on either side of my head, his feet on the outside of both of mine, and his mouth hovering above my neck.
He leaned in, his warm breath tingling my neck as he breathed into my ear, "hey, Babe."
I rolled my eyes in disgust, shoving at his chest.
He laughed, pulling back just enough to let me look into his breathtaking green eyes.
He took one hand, pulled at the strap of my leather jacket, pressing a kiss against my shoulder blade.
A tiny bit of lust flared through my body, but he pulled back, letting me take a look at that ever-present smirk on his face, and I groaned again, shoving his body away from mine.
"No goodbye kiss?" he asked as I walked away from him and towards my first class.
"Fuck off, Goode," I answer, lifting my middle finger up and over my shoulder without turning around to look back at him.
I could hear his laughter as I turned the corner, a scowl on my face.
"So," Macey started as I sat down next to her, "it's Friday. Whose house are we going over to get ready?"
I rolled my eyes at her, looking away from her fingers as she started to file them despite the fact that it was in the middle of class. "Yours," I answered, grabbing the notebook from my bag and placing my pen on top of a clean sheet of paper, "we're going to end up there anyway."
She nodded in agreement, "Most likely. I mean it is Grant's party…"
She trailed off, alluding to the fact that Grant had thrown some legendary parties in the duration of our high school experience.
"And you know Bex will need the perfect outfit," I said with a scoff, displaying my disgust for the boy that had my best friend head-over-heels without having to lift a finger.
Although, they were probably the best couple in our circle of friends considering Macey's on-again-off-again relationship with Nick and Liz's so-innocent-it's-not-even-funny-anymore companionship with Jonas.
Ignoring the teacher as he started lecturing, I grabbed my phone, opening up 2048 quickly connecting two fours together.
"Ms. Morgan," I rolled my eyes, looking up from the game to meet my teachers aggravated glare, "phone."
Instead of handing it over, I raised one eye brow, "Isn't this English class?"
The teacher blinked, clearly not expecting that response, "Of course. English 4 Honors to be exact, which is why I find it extremely inappropriate for you to be using an electronic while I am teaching you valuable information about the English language."
Instead of letting him continue, I raised one of my perfectly manicured hands up to his face, holding back the smile that wanted to form on my face as I watched his horrified expression. "Exactly. English 4 Honors. If I wanted to learn the English language from someone who doesn't even know how to form grammatically correct English sentences when requesting me to bestow my phone into their possession, I would have paid for a private education to be conducted within my own home, not in some shitty public school."
I watched the teacher's face as it flushed, red tinting up his cheeks before a disbelieving look come onto his face. "Out. Now," he ordered, pointing one bony finger towards the wooden door in the front of the classroom.
"Oh, but why?" I said mockingly as I stood up, tucking my phone into one hand as I grabbed my bag with another, "I want to stay and learn how to form more incorrect English sentences. You're doing such a good job," I said with fake enthusiasm.
His face seemed to turn even redder as he yelled, "You can go tell Mrs. Shattuck why you need a lunch detention slip."
I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing my notebook from my desk and smiling mockingly towards him, "I would love to."
Without another word, I strode out, making sure my hips swung just enough to make everyone's eyes linger as I walked out in style.
"What are you in for?" Zach asked as he sat down beside me, swinging one leg over the chair so he straddled it backwards.
I gave him a look, signaling that I was not amused by his humor. "Like you haven't heard the story."
He gave me a look back, grabbing his slice of pizza and raising it to his lips and taking a bite before he responded to me, "just because I've heard the story, doesn't mean it's not true."
He had a good point, but I still gave him a look before turning back to my phone in front of me, "played 2048 in Dexter's class."
"So you didn't make a scene out of it?" he asked, a mocking smile on his lips that let me know he knew everything, but was going to ask anyway."
"So maybe I was a bitch. What's new?" I answered, locking my phone as I looked back at him.
"Nothing. Nothing at all, Princess."
"What did you call me?" I snapped, turning my body so I could face him completely, but he didn't turn to look at me as he took another bite of his pizza.
"Princess."
"What the hell?" I muttered, raising an eyebrow in question.
"I think it suits you," he told me, looking at my with his classic smirk.
"Whatever," I said with an eye roll, quickly responding to Bex's text, "what did you do?" I asked him.
"The usually," he answered, finishing up his lunch and pushing it away from him, "why don't you ever eat lunch?"
Ignoring his question, I responded to his first statement, "why don't you just try going to Backman's class, Zach?"
He looked at me studying my face for a moment before he pulled out his own phone doing who knows what, "because then I wouldn't be here with you, Princess."
"Are you almost ready?" I asked Bex, watching as she applied yet another shade of red lipstick.
"How does this look?" she asked me, turning to face me and puckering out her lips a little.
"Red," I answered, like I had for every other shade she tried on.
She gave me a look, letting me know she didn't find it funny anymore, not that she did the first time, though.
"Fine. Fuckable."
She rolled her eyes but I knew it was the answer she was looking for as she stashed it into her purse.
"Ready, Liz?" I called, yelling towards the McHenry library where Liz was waiting, reaching some book all dressed up in a Macey-approved outfit.
I grabbed the keys off the dresser, sticking my head into the bathroom and watching as Macey sprayed something onto her face, "all set, Mace?"
She nodded, turning away from the mirror and following me out as I headed out her room, leaving Bex to turn off the lights after she put her shoes on.
Liz met us in the front foyer-like room at the bottom of the stairs.
"Let's get out party on!" Bex yelled as she joined us, hoping to the car and crossing her long legs.
"Let's go," I agreed.
"Is that your first one?" Zach asked, sitting on the stool next to me as I finished off my beer.
"Nope," I answered, popping the 'p' and grabbing another.
I used the counter and my hand to pop off the top, downing a huge gulp.
"As hot as that is," he started, grabbing the bud from my hand and setting it down onto the counter, "don't you think you should slow down? How many have you had?"
"What are you, my mother?" I asked, grabbing the beer again, "I'm fine, thank you," I said, standing up and swaying slightly.
Zach caught me, wrapping an arm lightly around my waist.
"Get off me," I said, shoving him away from me as he tried to get my beer again. "If you want to be my mother, ignore what I'm doing and go sleep with some random guy who's not your husband."
The smirk came back as his hand wrapped tighter around my waist, "I don't swing that way, Princess."
"Well, then, why don't you just fuck off then," I told him, pushing his as hard as I could and walking away from him.
"Stop," I said, my head spinning lightly as I swayed against the wall, some random guy's lips pressing against my neck.
His kisses were slopping and wet, disgusting in more ways than I thought was possible.
"Don't fight it, Baby," he said, pushing my cup to my lips and urging me to take another sip.
"No," I muttered, my head swirling and my vision blurring as my fist opened, the drink tipping and falling for the side of my hand and spinning onto the floor.
His lips started towards mine but I turned my head away. One of his hands came up, forcefully grabbing my neck and lower chin and forcing my head to look up towards his.
"Ow," I muttered, closing my eyes as my head pounded, the music had long faded into just loud noise, was causing my head to pulse.
Just as his lips were about to meet mine, a hand pulled him back, and he staggered slightly, "fuck off."
Although the guy was drunk and horny, most people knew better than to piss of Zach when he was mad and if his smoldering green eyes were any sign, he wasn't the happiest camper at the moment.
"Come on, let's get you somewhere to sleep this off, okay?"
"Mhmm," I said, giggling slightly as he took my hand in his, his large palm swallowing up my small one.
"Get in, Princess," he said, opening the passenger seat to his car, and helping me in.
After I few minutes of silence, I leaned over, pressing my elbows into the middle console as I whispered to Zach, "am I the lucky girl tonight?"
He looked at me a smile on his face, quickly letting his eyes drop down to where my cleavage was on full display, before quickly looking back up, a blush tinting his checks.
"What?" he asked distractedly, turning his attention back to the road.
"You know," I said, leaning closer, and pressing a kiss to the side of his lower arm right by the elbow, "am I the lucky girl for tonight?"
His grip tightened and without turning to me he muttered, "huh?"
I leaned even farther, letting my hand drop onto his seat between his knees. I watched his knuckles go white as he clutched harder.
I trailed my hand up one thigh, letting it rest gently in the space between them as he groan slightly above me, biting his lip.
I lifted my head up, causing some more pressure to be added to my hand resting on him, and I giggled as we swerved slightly. "Know what I mean know?" I whispered in his ear.
I watched as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as we sped up a little. "You're drunk," he told me, not question in his voice, authority trying its best to cover up his true feelings.
"Maybe," I agreed with a giggle, leaning back into my seat, "but that's not going to stop me."
"Fuck," I said when I woke up in the morning next to the smirking Zachary Goode. I groaned lightly, reprimanding myself as I gathered my clothes from around the room. "Zachary fucking Goode?"
I cursed myself as I walked around the room, slipping on last night's outfit before sliding out of his bedroom window and down a tree.
I walked down the street, checking my phone to see a text from Macey asking me if I had a good time and another from my mom letting me know to come home as soon as possible.
I checked the time, which was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon and groaned, knowing my mom would most likely think I was ignoring her orders.
"Oh good, Cameron, you're home," my mom said as I closed the front door. "We have dinner guests arriving at 5, go wash and get ready, okay?"
Ignoring the pounding in my head from the bright lights, I forced myself up stairs after nodding at my mom and headed to get ready.
At 5 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on the door and from my spot on one of our love seats in the formal living room, I heard my mom as she greeted them.
I stood up as the Goode's enter, ignoring my urge of wanting to scream and instead slipping into my perfect daughter act I had master at a young age.
"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Goode." I greeted politely, reaching out to wrap my arms lightly around Zach's mom and holding back my cringe as Zach's dad awkwardly tapped my back.
Stepping back, I did some weird curtsy thing towards Zach and ignored the angry glare he was shooting me.
"Oh goodness," Mrs. Goode said, sitting down on the sofa with her husband, Zach coming to sit next to me on the love seat as was expected of him, "there's no need for such formalities. Please call me Catherine, sweetie. I think it's time given the circumstances of –"
Mr. Goode grabbed her hand, effectively cutting her off as she bounced around excitedly. "Not yet, Honey. Let's have dinner first."
"Nonsense," my dad said standing up with Mr. Goode following shortly after, "let's tell them first and then we can discuss the details over dinner."
I exchanged a glance with Zach, but he looked just as confused as me. His angry glare had been replaced with a baffled expression as he watched his parents.
My mom stood up, smiling at my father before glancing at Mrs. Goode who just nodded at her.
She smiled, her excitement practically radiating from her body as she told us, "You're getting married!"
A/N: So Long. So Unedited. What did I get myself into? 10 pages guys. 10.
Don't you just love cliff hangers?
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Love you guys, Katie.