I know this is short, but I'll update soon, I think. Enjoy!

Chapter One

3:18 pm

What the hell.

It was one of those days when fifty minutes actually felt like fifty minutes; probably because the normally more exciting Mr. Smith was gone and substituted by some wacko named Ms. Scribbles from Harvard who was one minus one in the Gallagher Approval Scale.

Cammie shifted in her seat, grateful her wrinkled satin skirt was supposed to be wrinkled. She sighed. Twelve more torturous minutes to go.

Ms. Scribbles scribbled the day's assignments on the board. Cammie didn't bother to copy.

Who'd care? She rarely does, but she manages to get top grades anyway (well, after Liz, duh).

Whatever. Anyway, the only reason she went to school today was because her mom bribed her to show up for Mr. Dalton, the math teacher, aka, her mother's boyfriend (yuck, yuck, and yuck.)

If you really need to know, the bribe was a couple thousand dollars and a trip to Prada and Gucci.

Anyway.

Her blackberry beeped. Cammie spied Macey, pretending to be engrossed in Ms. Scribbles boring lecture.

Macey: Hey, GF.

Cammie: Still alive?

Macey: barely. Hey, have you heard about the pre-prom party?

Cammie: What party?

Macey: tomorrow night. Starts at eight, ends when JA's 'rents come home.

Bex: JA, as in Josh Abrams aka Cam's ex?

Cammie: Hi Bex.

Macey: don't change the subject. Yuh, I meant Josh. But don't be depressed, Cam, there's still Mike. He's hot and single.

Bex: damn, gurl, you got some game.

Cammie: haha. I broke up with him, remember?

Macey: hardly. Cam, that guy was crazy 4 you. Y the eff did you break up again?

Cammie: how many times do we need to discuss this?

Bex: apparently a lot.

Cammie: Bex. I. Am. Over. Him. Geddit?

Bex: Fine. Ooo, Ms. Sanders looking this way. GTG, ppl. (logoffs)

Macey: Bye for now, C U at the caf. Will continue discussion there. (logoffs)

Cammie: I don't like you ppl. (logoffs)

Cammie shifted on her seat, even more agitated then before. Pre-prom party at Josh's? What were they playing at?

But if she didn't come to the party, it would just show she was not over him. Which she definitely wanted to be.

Courtney smirked at her from across the room. Bitch.

Well that settled it. She was going to go to the party.

After all, who could resist the temptation of a showdown?

Okie dokie. Any recommendations? Flames welcome.

R&R? Tnx!