Chapter 2
Zach lay flat on his bed, twirling the sunglasses around his left index finger, tracing his finger over her name. Images of the girl's face kept running through his mind.
How her long, golden blonde hair framed her face perfectly. How her perfect cheekbones and adorable nose complimented her plump pink lips. Her long athletic legs were hardly concealed by her shorts, which didn't go further than three inches from her waist. She was modest, and didn't show off her perfect body, as most girls he knew did.
Then there were her eyes. Zach didn't know how to describe them. They were dark blue, midnight blue, sky blue, turquoise, light blue, and aquamarine. It seemed like they were ever-changing. Zach couldn't get them out of his head.
"Zach! Get dressed! We're going to the club today!"
Zach's eyes snapped opened, and he wiped the drool off his chin.
"What's the big deal? We go there every other day already!"
His girlfriend's head popped through the door, her piercing blue eyes burning a hole through his chest.
Zach put his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, okay! See, look? Here's my shirt! See how I'm picking it up, and putting it on? I'm getting dressed now! Aren't you proud, Macey?" Zach said, faking enthusiasm.
"Very funny, Goode. The limo is waiting outside, so you better hurry."
Zach stretched his arms out, catching her by the waist. He planted his lips on her neck.
"Mm. Can't be stay here, babe?"
Macey relaxed, sinking into him. Zach seemed to have that charm with any woman. Even Macey McHenry. Her parents had deemed it a miracle when she started legitimately dating a guy.
"What? So you can have your way with me?" Macey replied snarkily. In her mind, she was hoping that he'd come up with a cocky way of saying yes. She'd give anything for him to 'have his way' with her. What girl wouldn't?
Zach didn't reply. Instead, his hands crept up her top, as he continued kissing her.
Macey pushed him onto the bed.
Cammie threw her car keys onto her drawer, bringing her sunglasses off her head to set them down.
"Bex! I'm back!"
Silence met her as she stepped onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.
"Bex! Are you home?" Cammie climbed onto the stool to reach the cookie jar on top of the cabinet.
Cammie crept warily around the house, checking the bathrooms, her bedroom, and the living room.
She heard a splash of water from the backyard, then streams of screams and giggles.
"Oh, crap. Not this again," Cammie muttered.
She opened to sliding door, screaming her lungs off.
"Grantary Newman, get your ass over here right now!"
"So, my dear cousin, what brings you here, in my house, without telling me?" Cammie said, smiling at Grant.
Bex sat next to her, smirking, anticipating his answer.
"Oh, you know, just wanted to visit my two favorite girls."
Cammie nearly spit out her lemonade. "Bex? Are you serious? Have you seen what she's done to me before?"
"Oh, she already told me the lamplighters' story," Grant stated nonchalantly.
"GRANT! You weren't supposed to tell her about that!"
Cammie raised an eyebrow. "Bex did what?"
Bex sprinted out of the room, Cammie trailing behind her.
Grant sighed, jogging after them.
The doorbell rang, and Grant spotted Bex darting up the stairs from the corner of his eye.
Grant opened the door, and there stood a boy.
A tall guy, about 6', with deep blue eyes and sandy blonde hair.
Grant's eyes narrowed. "Logan. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to Cammie. Is she home?"
"She doesn't want to talk right now. So you can either leave by yourself, or I can help you."
Bex hid behind their bedroom door, contracting her stomach, so it would seem like she wasn't there.
Cammie slid into the room, her feet gliding.
"Bex! Bex… where are you?! I know you're in here."
Bex could feel a cough rising through her throat. Wonderful timing. absolutely wonderful, Bex. Now she's going to get you.
Cammie heard a faint cough from behind the door. her eyes snapped towards the door, and she saw a thin piece of purple fabric floating from the hinge. She began creeping over, hoping that Bex wouldn't see her.
Bex glanced down, to the floor, staying perfectly still. Her eyes landed on Cammie sunglasses, which had fallen off the drawer.
Bex noticed something odd about them. She couldn't see the engraving on the side. At least, not the turquoise engraving of Cammie's name.
Bex didn't care that Cammie was going to kill her anymore. She wanted to know why Cammie had a different pair of sunglasses.
"Cammie?" Bex questioned, stepping out from the door.
Cammie jumped back, surprised by Bex. She glanced at the sunglasses in her hand, and she raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, those are mine. What do you need? Oh, and by the way. WHY'D YOU TELL GRANT ABOUT THE LAMPLIGHTERS-"
"Cammie, I hate to break it to you, but these aren't yours."
"What are you talking about? Those are mine."
Bex looked at the bright green engraving on the side of the rim.
"Look at the side, Cammie."
Cammie snatched the glasses from her hand.
Her eyes widened. "No. No freaking way."
A/N: So, hey guys! Yeah, I decided to make this a real story, because I have really good ideas about this.
This was a pretty shit chapter though. Yes, Logan is meant to be the antagonist (of Zach) in the fight for Cammie's heart. (Yeah, that's some cheesy stuff for you. But this story is nothing but cheesy, most of the time.) And Zach and Macey...who knows? It all depends on you guys.
So… What's Cammie going to do about those glasses, now that Bex has told her that she has Zach's? Who is Zach, anyways? I'd like to find out more about all these characters.
PLEASE REVIEW!
~ilovemesomecupcakes
