We were sitting at a table in the cafeteria when I first realised it. I was in love.

I never thought it would be her. I always thought it would be Macey or even Bex. Never in a million years would I think that I'd fall in love with Cammie Morgan.

"Preston!" I hear from next to me. I snap out of my thoughts quick enough to notice that nearly the whole lunch hall was empty and that our little group were practically the only ones left. I got up and turned around to see my friends looking at me weirdly. Did I say any of that out loud? I wondered in my head.

"Preston, we have to get to English" Cammie says grabbing my arm and dragging me along with her and Zach. Everyone else was in a different class than us but I don't mind. Zach and Cammie were going out though… now that I did mind. As we were walking I noticed that Cammie was still holding onto my arm and she and Zach aren't talking. Actually, now that I think about it, they haven't spoken all day. I wonder what that's about.

Walking into English was weird. Everyone turned to look at us seeing as we were the last ones and that was when I realised that Cammie's hand had slipped down and was now resting in my own. I started to feel my face redden when I realised she was, again, dragging me somewhere, this time is was my seat though, which happened to be right next to hers. Zach was sat in front of her but they passed notes and spoke every lesson.

This time they didn't.

I soon understood why Zach and Cammie weren't talking. They were over. Finished. No more. According the Jonas 'nothing added up'. Apparently the statistics of their relationship stated that they would be together for at least four years and if they survived over six it supposedly meant that they were going to get married. I disagree, of course; personally I thought they wouldn't last five minutes. She was too sensitive for him. I mean, yeah, she can have a dark side -and trust me you do not want to get on it- but she's too postcard perfect for him. She deserves someone who loves her for her and not for the show she puts on at school. He hasn't seen her without any make-up on. I have. He hasn't seen her while she's crying tears of joy, sadness or desperation. I have. He hasn't seen her while she's being sick. I have. And he most defiantly has not seen her at the lowest point in her life. When she was on the verge of leaving everything she has behind because of one screw up. I have.

"Hello?" I shouted into the seemingly empty house. I walked in a couple of steps before closing the door behind me, "Cammie? Cammie, are you here?"

There was a noise from upstairs that sounded like someone had fallen over. I ran up the stairs as silently as I could, hoping that if anyone was in the house that they wouldn't hear me. Now upstairs I heard the noise again, louder. It was coming from her room. That's weird; Cammie doesn't normally listen to this type of music. It was heavy rock music. I know she likes rock but not this… I think… I think it's Slipknot…

I knock on her door but get no reply. There's a sudden crash and I hear a small scream as well. I can't make up my mind if it's the music or not. I knock again. No reply. After about three minutes I give up knocking politely and start pounding on the door. After another two minutes I start barging into it with my shoulder. Soon the door budged slightly. I run into it one more time and I'm in.

We stand there staring at each other for a few second before she lunges at the stereo to turn the music off. Next she runs into her adjoining bathroom and I hear the shower start to go. Looking around her room, at the broken glass, the smashed lamp, the broken bits of furniture and ripped up paper lying everywhere I knew that she wasn't actually having a shower. I walk into her bathroom to see red streaming through the water. I then realise what happened.

Neither of us spoke. I grabbed her arms and washed them out with water. I then grabbed a bandage and wrapped her left arm and right hand. I knew she wasn't happy but…this. I felt horrible. Why couldn't I stop this?

"It's not your fault." She said –or, more like whispered at last.

"I know… I just-" I started to whisper back but she interrupted me.

"Shut up." She had a cheeky grin on her face telling me that she was okay now. I could tell that it was real. I knew these things about her.
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We spent the rest of that night watching cheesy movies and talking about anything and everything.
The next day I spoke to her in study hall. She explained that she had got into a fight with her Dad over the phone and hung up but seeing as though he was stationed in Afghanistan she couldn't call back and he didn't either. She got paranoid and thought that he going to die with the last words he heard her say being 'Don't worry, how could youever be wrong?' He phoned back that evening and they're okay again now.

This happened four weeks ago.

"Hey, I just… I found out that… I need you to come over… you need to… I… uhhh"

"Pres, I really need to talk to you; or anyone… just… no- I need you. Only you. Come to my house as soon as you get this…. I need you here Pres…"

"Pres, please. I really need you. Please.."

"Preston."

I was worried now. Twelve missed calls and four voice mails. I lived 5 blocks away but I don't care. I ran so fast to her house that by the time I got there I couldn't tell if I still had legs or not.

I knocked on the door rapidly and pressed the doorbells millions of times and soon enough she answered. We looked at each other for 3 seconds exactly before she fell into my arms. I shuffled inside with her still holding onto me and sobbing hysterically. She soon calmed down enough to tell me what happened… two hours later.

She sat up from lying down with her head on my lap and looked at me. I turned around and sat cross-legged on the couch, facing her. She did the same.

"I…" She started but let out a strangled sob. I grabbed her hands and rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hands.

"It's okay Cammie, take your time." She shook her head silently telling me that she needed to blurt it out but didn't know how to.

"Do you remember, Cammie? Four weeks ago?" She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you remember when I came in and you looked at me like I was a ghost?" Another nod.

"Yeah…" she whispered carefully, "I remem- I remember that you help… you helped me sort everything out." Her eyes were open now. "I remember you helping me."

Now it was my turn to nod. I knew that she could tell me now. "You had an argument didn't you Cammie?" She nodded again and started to tear up again.

"He's… he's gone, Preston. My dad… My dad's dead." She broke down again. I held her close to me, feeling her pain but glad to know that she trusts me to be here for her as a friend... and silently wishing I could be more.

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