A/N YAY! First AU story! Technically in all of my other stories they have been spies (not counting song-fics..) this is my first full AU story! YAY!

On with the story

~Alex

Cammie POV

I wasn't sure where to go at my new school Roseville High, since this was my first day here, and apparently, I had Homeroom with Ms. Garcia in Room 309 (My homeroom next school year!)

"Are you lost?" said a petite blonde girl, with wide blue eyes, smiling a dazzling smile.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, not being able to restrain a smile.

"Well, you're walking around in circles, looking at your schedule, and your almost late for class" pointed out the girl.

I liked this girl. She seemed friendly, and nice. I held up my hands in surrender "Okay, I give up. Yeah, I'm pretty lost" I said.

The girl laughed. "Well, then. I'm Liz. Liz Sutton. And you're..." she trailed off.

"Cammie. Cammie Morgan." I said.

"Well, Cammie Morgan, what homeroom are you in" asked Liz.

"Room 309 with Mrs. Garcia" I replied.

Liz beamed. "That's the room I'm in! Come on, I'll show you how to get there" she said, tugging on my hand and leading me up a stairwell.

When Liz and I walked into class-five minutes late- Liz took a seat at a desk next to a girl with dark brown curls and cocoa colored skin.

But I didn't know where to sit.

"Ms. Sutton, may I ask why you're late?" asked Ms. Garcia.

Liz burned crimson. "Oh..I was helping a new student get here..since...well..umm...it's her first day" said Liz, stuttering.

Ms. Garcia nodded. "And you would be that new student, would you not?" I nodded, embarrassed for getting sweet Liz in trouble.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" asked the teacher.

Well, truthfully, the answer would have been 'No, thanks.' but that wasn't really an option, was it?

"Umm...my name is...Cammie...Cammie Morgan.I'm sixteen...and...I just moved here from...Chicago...and...I really like animals..." I stuttered, feeling myself turn red.

"Thank you, Cammie. Please take a seat next to Zachary. He's the one with the empty seat next to him in the back of the room" instructed Ms. Garcia.

Well, truth be told, Zachary didn't look very happy to have me take up the desk next to him.

I sat down unwillingly, and as soon as Ms. Garcia (and everyone else) turned around to face forward, I felt Zach glaring at me, and I still felt myself burning red.

"Look, do you think I want you here?" whispered Zachary.

I shook my head, even though it was quite obvious.

"Good, at least you know that. Now don't even talk to me. Understand?"

I nodded, then turned forward again. He kind of scared me.

Even though Ms. Garcia was our Homeroom teacher, she was also our first and second period teacher. So that meant I was stuck with Zach for 3 periods a day. At least, because we might have other classes together.

"Okay, since the principal requested it, every pair must have a conversation and try to determine the other's personality" said Ms. Garcia

Dang it!

Everyone turned to face each other, so did Zach and I, but instead I found myself looking at his features.

Dark brown hair that was messed up in all the right places. Emerald green eyes that glared at me.

"S-so, Zach. What do you like doing?" I said slowly.

"Things that don't interest you, Cammie" I flinched in the way he said my name.

"Sorry" I whispered, then ran out of class into the bathroom.

Zach POV

Did I just make her cry?

Wow. I made a girl cry.

I felt kind of bad now.

After all, she was new, she was trying to do the assignment, and she was, overall, trying to be friendly toward me.

Maybe I went to hard on her.

Since I'm actually pretty popular, but no girl dares date me, cause they know how I act toward most people.

She was pretty, though.

She looked like an ordinary American girl, with dirty blond hair, and pale green eyes, that looked nice on her.

Cammie came back a few minutes later, no tears in her eyes, but her eyes were a little red.

She sat down next to me, but this time, she sat slightly farther away from me, as if afraid what I might do to her.

I leaned close to her, and she winced slightly, but instead, I whispered "I'm sorry"

She looked taken aback, but then looked at me, in the eyes, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were.

What in the world is wrong with you, Zach. In the past two hours, you met a girl, made her cry, and now you're thinking she's beautiful.

Sometimes I just hate that little voice in my head.

Cammie shook her head "It's my fault, for talking to you when you told me not to"

I looked at her "But it was part of an assignment, so again, I'm really sorry" I said, running a hand through my hair.

She smiled "Thanks" she said, her voice considerably brighter.

"Friends?" I asked thoughtfully.

She gave me a tiny smile. "Not friends, but not enemies either. More like...allies?"

I smiled back. "Deal" I said, shaking her small hand.

I internally grinned. Call me crazy, but I think I just started to fall for this girl

A/N This was so hard! Ugh! I am aiming for some Zammie, but I still think I rushed to fast into it. :P Oh well. How'd I do? I always write about them as spies, which is considerably easier, but here goes nothing

Hope you liked it

~Alex