Cammie Morgan tossed a pair of wedges onto the floor. Her color changing eyes scanned over the box, trying to find her sheets. Moving was a pain, but her family did it so often, that it didn't really bother her anymore. She never mastered unpacking though. As she tossed her various articles of clothing on the floor, her older brother stood at her door frame.

"Any troubles Cam?" Grant asked, beaming.

Cammie smiled. "Not anymore! Because YOU are going to help me unpack and find my bed sheets!"

Grant scowled. "Not anymore! I already helped you pack!"

Cammie put on one of those old fashioned movie accents and put her hand on her forehead "But Granty! I can't do all of this by myself."

Grant tried to resist, but whenever she did something like that, he felt like he needed to help her. He picked up a box and started going through it. "'Can't do it by yourself' my butt! You weren't trained by Joe for nothing!" he grumbled under his breath.

Cammie broke into a grin. "You're just jealous that I beat you at sparing," she teased.

Grant raised his voice. "Hey! In my defense, it was only like seven-o'clock"

"More like nine." Cammie looked at her brother skeptically.

Grant looked at her. "Don't forget that I also was sick when Joe went over the almost illegal maneuvers!"

Cammie shrugged. "Hey, we can't always be as healthy and strong as I am," she said nonchalantly. Grant shook her head while Cammie excused herself to go to the bathroom. He continued taking out her picture frames.

By the time Cammie came out, Grant was already unpacking her posters. He looked up and saw Cammie dress and ready for school.

"Whoa, it's not time for school! I thought we still had a week!" Grant frantically yelled.

Cammie rolled her eyes. Sometimes, her brother was such a dunderhead. "Mom said that we were going to school tomorrow. Remember? You were complaining that you were starving, and mom told you to-"

"All right! I get it!" Grant roared. "If school isn't until tomorrow, then why are you dressed up?"

"It's called going for a jog. Besides, these are my workout clothes," she explained.

Grant raised an eyebrow. "Then why are your shorts so short?"

Cammie groaned. Grant was way too overprotective. When she had a boyfriend, Grant would insist that they check in with him every 30 minutes. "They aren't short! You know what; I'm just going to go." She started walking out.

"Don't you dare!" Grant threatened. Cammie smiled and put the tips of her toes in the hall.

"What are you going to do about it?" she teased. And with that, she walked out of the front door, and onto the sidewalk.

About when Cammie was going to turn around, she realized her mistake because that's when she met him. She could tell the moment he spoke he was arrogant and cocky; all of the traits that she hated. "So, going out for a jog?"

She looked up at the chiseled features. He had deep emerald eyes, her favorite color in the world on her probably least favorite person.

"Yeah. Hasn't school started?" she asked, hoping he wasn't one of those bad boy types.

"There's still ten minutes. What about you Miss Perfect?"

"I don't have to go to school today"

"Oh, so you're one of those types," he said, raising an eyebrow

"Excuse me, but you just met me and I hope I never do again," Cammie stormed off, wishing that she had decided to start listening to what Grant told her, if it didn't involve clothes. As she walked away she kind of wished she wore longer shorts feeling the guys eyes watching her as she angrily walked home.

She slammed the door to her room and buried her head in her pillow. That annoying voice kept ringing through her head. "Thinking about me?" it asked.

The voice kept talking to her, until she realized that it wasn't just her head, it was coming from her window. She lifted up her head to see the same annoying smirk planted on the same annoying face. She groaned. "Please tell me you don't live here." she pleaded.

He smirked. "Well, looks like you're in luck. We're neighbours. A lot of girls would die if I was their neighbour. You are one lucky chick"

Cammie groaned again. Not only was annoying, but he was also an ass. Great. "Why did we move here?!" she asked herself.

Suddenly, Grant burst through the door. "Who are you talking to?" he asked suspiciously.

Cammie slapped on a fake smile, and maneuvered Grant to the window. "Granty. Meet our new neighbour. This is..."

"Zach. Nice to meet you Granty," Zach mocked.

Grant gave him the death glare. "Never call me that again. The name is Grant. This is my sister, Cameron," he introduced.

"Call me Cammie," Cammie stated.

"Or Camster, or Cam, or Cameroon, or-" he described.

Cammie interrupted. "Okay, we get it. I have a lot of nicknames."

"Let him finish I'd like to hear the rest of your wonderful names"

"You should know better Granty than to listen to him"

"Dude you're seriously afraid of your sister" Zach looked at Grant skeptically

"You haven't seen her break three boards"

"Hm, I guess that would change my opinion on that"

"Don't you have school or something you have to go to?" Cammie was really starting to wish she hadn't gotten out of bed that morning.

"Yeah I suppose you're right. Don't want to miss sitting next to Tina for a whole hour."

"Great bye-bye" Cammie used a super girly voiced and closed her sheets for curtains right after.

Grant laughed. "He's a nice guy."

Cammie glared at him. "Are you kidding?! He's so over confident, and I bet he's a player! Do you have ears? Didn't you hear that last comment about that girl?! Ugh, he's so annoying." She was wondering if telling Grant he stared at her butt when she was out on her jog, but then decided against it seeing that Grant would kill Zach. Maybe she would if he became more annoying. One less Zach in the world might make her new life easier.

Grant raised his eyebrows. "You know, a very wise person once said, 'love is very close to hate', so if you love someone very much, then you better be careful, because you could end up hating them. Vice versa for hate"

Cammie started applauding. "Wow Grant, I didn't know you read books, and could remember something longer than five words! Bravo!" she said sarcastically.

Grant also gave her a glare. "Hey, don't push it." as an afterthought, he added, "and go put on some longer pants."
Cammie sighed and pushed Grant out of her room, then made sure her substitute curtains were closed and began unpacking herself to find some real ones.

A.N: We know it's short, but we want to see if we should continue. So, did you guys like it?

-Cassidy and Layla