Chapter one

Zach POV

I was in my garage working on my motorcycle when I seen a car pull up across the street at Grants house. Grant and I used to be best friends, but lately we just don't talk as much. We basically just changed. Well I changed, actually. I was the preppy popular guy that everyone envied. Now I guess you could say I'm more of a loner from what I've heard people say. I've been labeled more of the bad boy type and almlst everyones scared of me now.

I stopped what I was doing and watched as Grant got out of the car, but what suprised me was the girl getting out with him. His cousin Cameron Morgan. I used to have the biggest crush on her when I seen her two years ago and now she is back and more beautiful than ever.

Cammie POV

Once I got out of the car I took a look around and noticed someone staring at me from across the street. Zachary Goode. He used to be Grants best friend and I used to have a huge crush on him when I last saw him two years ago. Since he was still staring at me I decided to give him my best smile and wave.

"Come on, Cammie. Let's go inside and you can say hi to everyone." Grant said, dragging me into the house. He thought I didn't notice the glare he gave Zach.

"What was that for?" I asked him, wondering about the glare. "What was what for?" He questioned back.

"I'm standing right here. You can't hide a glare. Why did you glare at Zach? You two used to be best friends!" He stood there for a second, probably deciding if or what he should tell me about the situation.

"Oh, look at the time. Let's go inside." Apparently he don't want to tell me what happend because he just walked away.

I followed Grant inside to where my aunt and uncle were sitting on the couch. Aunt Abby and Uncle Joe got up and came to hug me.

"How've you been, squirt?" Aunt Abby asked me.

"I've been good." I smiled, "thanks for letting me stay with you."

"It's no problem at all. Your welcome here anytime you'd like." She said to me, then turning to Uncle Joe she said, "now go get Cammies things out of the car and take it to her room."

"Alright. Grant come help me with Cams things." Uncle Joe said.

"Thanks Joe, Grant." I smiled.

After Joe and Grant brought all my boxes to my room and I unpacked, I put on my shoes. I walked down the stairs and Grant poked his head out of his room. "What are you doing?"

"Going for a walk." I answered.

"Ok. Want me to come?" He asked. It's like he has to follow me everywhere.

"No. I need time to think." I said and then walked out the door.

I walked outside to see a light coming from the garage across the street and decided to walk over there. Zach was sitting in the garage working on a motorcycle. He looked up when I approached and set down the wrench. "Hey" I smiled at him.

"Hey." He replied.

"How have you been?" I tried small-talking.

"I've been Goode." He smirked at the pun he made. "And yourself?"

"Good." I replied. "Actually, I was just going for a walk."

"Well-" He was cut off by Grant yelling from across the street. "Cammie, can you come here for a second?"

"Sorry. I better go, but I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, later."

I walked back to the house glaring at Grant for the interuption. He sighed and said, "what were you doing over there? You know I don't like him. Do me a favor and just stay clear of Zachary Goode. Please."

"Why? What's so bad about him that I can't talk to him? What happend to you guys, anyways?" He stayed silent. "Ok. Whatever. It's not like you're going to tell me anyways. You'll just ignore me like you always do when you don't want to tell me. You think that you're protecting me, but you're not." I walked past him and closed my bedroom door.

Knock, knock. "Cammie. Open the door."

"No. I'm just going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

I changed into my pajama shorts and tank top and laid down on my bed. Before I fell asleep my mind drifted to Zach. He looked good today. He changed his look, he's not that preppy boy I liked two years ago. He was wearing dirty, ripped jeans, a white tee stained with grease, and a pair of boots. Grease was smudged on his cheek and forehead. His brown hair was cut short and his eyes were as green as ever, but he still had that same smirk that drives me crazy. I can't deny that he was hott. He changed a lot since I've seen him, but so did I. I just have to figure out why Grant doesn't like him anymore.