Chapter 1
AN: I know I know, I should be updating my other stories, but I want to get this one down before I forget it. Cause then it would bug me. So yea!
In high school, I couldn't keep my pencil still. I would always doodle dresses, skirts, ties, pants, shoes, anything. I was a little strange, and I didn't have many friends. I had Bex. She was always very supportive of what I did. She offered to be my personal assistant when I became famous. I laughed. Me? Famous? Neither of us imagined that any of this would happen. Neither of us imagined Zach. Let me say, I'm Cameron Morgan, famous fashion designer. No this isn't someone I know writing this, this is me. Every word you see on this page came from my brain, in the order I wanted it in. This is my story. This is my life. Let's start from the beginning shall we?
My dad died when I was twelve, and I guess that was some of my motivation to become a designer. I could control something in my life. My years in school were uneventful until my senior year in college. This is where the story really starts, I say. I majored in Fashion Design at New York University. This story begins on a sunny Tuesday, when I decided to go for a run. We had no classes that day (who knows why). I put on my running clothes, left a note for Bex (who was my roommate), and got on the subway to Central Park. Once in Central Park, I set off at a steady jog. I had run here before, in my three years of living here, but I still loved it. I kept an eye on where I was going, but someone else wasn't. They ran right into me, succeeding in knocking me to the gound, lucily on some grass. I stood up and yanked my earbuds out, absolutely and completely pissed.
"What the hell?! Why can't you look where you're going?!"
"I'm sorry."
"You'd better be. What if you had hurt someone?!" They got up. I found myself staring into the most georgeous green eyes. I stood speechless for a second before I brushed it off.
"You could have really hurt someone."
"I'm really sorry."
"This is Central Park. Other people run here!"
"I'm Zach." Woah, hold the phone. Did he just introduce himself after running into me? I'm busy yelling at him! "And your name is?"
"I'm afraid that information is classified."
"By who?" He smirked.
"Me."
"Will I see you again?" Well he was confident.
"I'll see you, but you won't see me." I said, putting my earbids in again and running off.
AN: So what do you think? Review? Should I continue?