The Damage Is Done
Prolouge
She looked around the gym. Then she punched the bag with everything she had. It flew back and came forward as she dodged it before it hit her. With the force she punched it at, it would've sent her flying.
Her name is Cameron Morgan. Call her Cammie.
She kicked it and it slightly ripped open. The foamy-ness behind the hard outer shell was slightly seen.
It was scarred.
Hot tears left her eyes, ignoring her request to herself to stay strong. But she couldn't. She left the room, walking against the glossy wooden floors. She headed for the bathroom.
When she walked through the doors, she looked into the mirror. There stood a girl. She looked small and petite, like she couldn't hurt a fly. She scoffed.
Ha. That's what they think, she thought.
Everyone took the girl in the mirror as weak and sweet. But she was strong and tough. She couldn't be sweet and weak. Not anymore.
Him. He had broken down her walls, made her vulnerable. He came in, led her on, and then broke her heart. I hate him, she thought. She hates him. She hates Josh.
But, oh no, she wasn't going to be the weak tease she was then. She wasn't going to let a boy kiss her then go kiss another girl no more than 30 minutes later. That's how it had been with Josh. Oh no, not anymore.
She was going to be tough. She was going to be strong. She's not going to let anyone control her.
Not Anymore.
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Zach looked around the gym. Finally, that girl had left. He doesn't like being around people when he's trying to focus. He went over and punched the already-ripped bag.
He kept fighting the bag like his life depended on it.
He noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was her. She was watching him. He kept focused and his eyes left the pretty ones that belonged to the girl. She looked normal, but he could sense she was strong. Physically and emotionally. She was like him.
Not that he was a lanky boy or something, no, Zach Goode was muscularly built and was tall. He was strong before, but apparently not strong enough. Because then she happened.
Who cares about her, he thought to himself as he punched the object again. His eyebrows furrowed and he beads of sweat got into his eyes. He kept going.
She had loved and left with the snap of his fingers. One moment she said she loved him, the next he had found her making out with some guy in her car when he was coming to ask for a ride. She apologized, but it wasn't enough. She was his first love, she had cheated. Left him crushed and all alone to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, his solid walls.
I hate Carolina and that stupid Jimmy kid, he thought.
His walls obviously weren't solid enough.
He wouldn't let anyone play him like that again. He wasn't going to let anyone in again.
Oh, no, never again would he fall in love. It's not the fall that hurts, it's where you land, the thin line between forever and never. He had landed in never. He still had the scar.
He didn't punch his way out of it. He'd make sure everyone knew he wasn't to be messed with. Ever.
Not anymore.