Merry Christmas!

He leaned forward and kissed me as the fireworks erupted.

Okay, I know you're probably wondering what the heck is going on, so lets go back to where it all started.

Chapter 1

I leaned against my car chatting with Bex and Liz ten minutes before class started. Bex was my best friend while Liz and all the other girls who always hung around us were... well, inferior.

That's when a sleek black convertible rolled in and parked a few lots down.

A guy with sexy brown hair got out, wearing a black jacket, as though it wasn't snowing at all.

"Wow." Liz said.

"Oooh, he looks yummy." Bex squealed.

The guy glanced over at us, black sunglasses covering his eyes.

My lips twisted up into a flirty smile, but then he looked away.

"I definitely wouldn't mind snuggling up with him." Macey said, stalking over.

Someone slid over the hood of my car and planted a kiss on my neck. "Dammit, Josh! How many times have I told you to get the hell off my car!" I shouted, shoving him off so he went sprawling into the snow.

Josh and I weren't a couple. We were just friends with benefits. Or more just benefits. "You know you love it." He reached out to touch my hair.

I swatted his hand away. "No, I don't."

I smelled something odd then exclaimed. "Have you been drinking?"

He gave a sheepish grin and held his fingers apart an inch. "Just a bit."

I rolled my eyes at him and headed off to class.


The guy was in my Biology class. He sat next to me.

His name was Zach Goode.

He was also in my Art class.

Not once did he try to make conversation with me. In Art all he did was listen to his iPod so loud that I could hear it too.

During lunch I approached him. With a smile on my face I sat down at his table. He was alone, reading a book. "Hi, I'm Cammie, you're new."

His sunglasses were dangling from the front of his shirt so I could see his green eyes now. "I know who you are." He resumed reading.

I peeked at the title of the book. It was in Spanish. "Wow, you're Spanish?"

He put down his book, irritation clear on his face. "Do you want something?"

"I'm just trying to introduce myself." I said.

"Well, you did. Mission accomplished. You can leave now." He said.

I didn't. "Look, I-"

"I don't care what you have to say." He interrupted. "I've known a lot of girls like you. The perky popular girls who string boyfriends along without a care in the world. But you wanna know something?" He closed his book, getting up. "I'm not one of the guys who's interested in that kind of girl, so you're wasting your time here." Then he left.


I slammed my car door shut muttering obscenities about Zach.

At home I threw my bag onto my bed then went to the kitchen, sticking strawberry Pop Tarts into the microwave.

My parents weren't home. They hardly ever were. They were more comfortable with throwing money at me, hoping I'd get by somehow.

Yes, my family's rich. So yes, my house could be called a mansion. It included a pool (with a Jacuzzi of course), tennis court, and basketball court.

I heard something outside and went to check it out.

My hand froze in midair just as I was about to bite down on the Pop Tart. "Oh come on!" I exclaimed when I saw Zach getting out of his car in the driveway to the neighboring house where Josh lived.

Josh had told me one of his old friends was visiting but I hadn't known he would be a tortured yet totally hot guy.

He saw me and his whole face fell.

I walked back into my house then pressed my back against the door in disbelief.

My benefiting schedule with Josh was about to get messy.


Okay, I've been having MASSIVE writer's block so I basically had to force myself to write this. I had a basic idea of what I wanted, but didn't plan anything for this story yet. So, sorry if it's a bit sloppy.

Tell me if you like it and if it's worth updating. I want GOOD reviews, I think you people know what that means =)

Ivoryyy

PS. Yes, I know Zach's a bit mean, but I wanted it to be that way.

PPS. My story The Future Past is done. No sequels, prequels, or 3 Years Later chapters. It's done.