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Zach stopped, leaning over, leaning his hands on his knees, his breathing heavy, as he recovered from running for about ten blocks, to make clean escape away from the cops.
"I just knew that the police would come and stop that party." Cammie said, once her breathing returned to normal.
"Did you now?" Zach asked, lifting his hands from his knees, and standing up straight.
"Well it was obvious, there were beer bottles covering the front lawn, the music could be heard from our distance from the house easily, so there was obviously public complaints, therefore resulting in the police ending the party earlier than planned." She explained, simply.
"You have a point." He nodded.
"I know."
"Well aren't you a confident cookie." He joked, earning not even a grin from her.
"Okay, moody cookie." He shrugged, and began walking forward.
"Hey! Where are you going?" She asked.
"Home." He said, turning his head to her, then back, and began walking again.
"So your just going to leave me here?"
"Well, when you put it like that...Seems like it." He nodded, "I didn't bring my car, so yeah. And it's 1am, and I'm tired, and the party's over, so yeah. I'm leaving."
"I'm going to ask you again. So your just going to leave me here?!" She repeated.
"Looks like it." He nodded, "What do you expect me to do? I have no car. And I have a feeling your house is nowhere near mine."
"Where do you live?"
"Canada." He said.
"Hahahahahaha, so what road?"
"Ah right, you mean in Roseville."
"You have two houses?" She asked.
"No, I was just pulling your leg."
"Hilarious...anyway, what road?"
"Crescentview."
"So it is far, from my house. Your feeling was correct."
"Wait where do you live?"
"What, you actually think I'm going to tell you?" She asked, then scoffed, "Not likely."
"WTF, I told you!" He said.
"Nice vocabulary you've got there 'cookie'" She joked, quoting what he'd called her earlier, "and yeah, I asked you, because it was relevant."
"And me asking, isn't relevant?"
"Nope." She said, popping the 'p'

"Okay, bye." He said, "I'm going home." He began walking forwards again, not taking any notice of her.
"So you're not going to walk me home, then?" She asked, from behind him.
"No, why? Am I supposed to? Because, from what I know, that's what people do on dates, or if they were even going to the party together in the first place. We aren't. And we weren't. So I'm not supposed to, which equals: you take yourself home and I take myself home."
"Jerk." She yelled.
"Bitch." He interjected.
"Touche" She said.

"How about this, I walk with you home, then you drive me back home." She asked.
"Why would I do that? You haven't done anything for me."
"Well, let's say my boyfriend- who left college. Comes and talks to you, then you probably might not want to say no to a girl again." She explained.
He turned around, and walked up to her, their faces only inches apart, "Are you threatening me?"
"Theoretically." She replied.
"You don't scare me."
"Oh, but Josh will."
"Josh Abrams?" He laughed for a few minutes. "I can take out a guy like Josh Abrams in a heart beat, he's spineless."
"How do you know it's him?"
"Because, he's the only Josh. Josh peterson, left three months again. He's the only Josh in both colleges. So cookie, looks like you lost this round." He smirked.
"Ha, not likely."
"Hm, then what's your next argument?" He asked.
She didn't say anything.
"I thought so." He said. Turning back round, for the third time and began walking forwards again.
"What about common courtesy?" She said.
"Common courtesy I've got. But I don't think, it really holds any weight in this conversation, I mean that you just threatened me with a spineless guy that got kicked out of college is beyond common courtesy, it's insulting." He explained.
"Fine. What about helping someone out?" She asked. He froze where he was; only meters away from her.

"It's late at night, I'm all alone. You're an older, careful guy, you can watch out for me out here. All alone I won't stand a chance, what if I get jumped? Or even raped?" She said. He winced at the last part, and he knew she'd cracked him this time.
"Fine." He agreed. "Come on."

She walked up to him, and they began walking side by side along the sidewalk, the street lamps guiding the way, reflecting their shadows onto the ground, as they walked.

"I'm sorry." He said, after a while.
"For what?"
"Calling your boyfriend spineless." He said.
"Don't worry about it, he kinda is. I have to agree with you on that one, I just never had the confidence to say that myself."
"I'm sorry." She continued.
"For?"
"Threatening you, with my spineless boyfriend." She replied. He chuckled, earning a smile from her.
"So what major you taking?"
"Fine arts and Child psychology." She replied, "You?"
"Both? Wow. That must be a lot of work." He said, and she shrugged.
"I'm taking, Literature." He said.
"You like writing?"
"It's okay. I prefer reading." He said, scratching the back of his neck. "You like painting?"
"I guess. I prefer just sketching though, a lot of time, you can bring more of the artwork out to be understood by just sketching instead of painting it, with fabulous colours." She explained.
He nodded, "I get what you mean."

Eventually after about an hour of walking, they'd made it to his house. "Okay, here's the car." He said, gesturing to the Ford in the driveway, next to a Jeep.
"Nice." She nodded, and climbed in Shotgun, once he'd unlocked it. He climbed in the driver's seat, shutting the door after him, and put the key into the ignition.

He reversed out of the driveway, then began driving back down the road they'd walked down, "Where do you live, if your not to embarassed to tell me this time."
"Brokeshaw road." She said.
"Was it really that hard?" He asked
"No, I just don't give my address to strangers."
"I was hardly a stranger."
"Yes, but we were having an irashinal conversation at the time."
"I see, I probably would have been the same way about the situation." He nodded, flicking up the indicator, to show the driver behind that he was turning left, then turned left into another road.
"Where are you going? My house is the other way." She said, giving him an incredulous look, as if he should know where he was driving her to.
"I'm taking the short cut." He replied, easily.
"What short cut? There's a shortcut?" She asked.
"...Yes." He nodded slowly, "How do you not know about it?"
"You're lying." She said, ignoring his question.
"How?"
"Because my brother does the same thing when he lies, it's so freaking obvious." She said.
"What thing?" He exclaimed."
"Where you talking really slowly, and your eyes widen. You're a terrible liar. And so is my brother." She explained.
"I don't do that!"
"You do. I just saw you, I am right next to you if you never noticed."
"Oh I know noticed." He rolled his eyes, then opened the window, the slight breeze coming from it, making her hair flow wildly.
"Ugh, please close the window. It's freezing." She complained.
"You're wearing a fucking coat, you can't be that cold."
"I am." She nodded, "now close the window."
He sighed heavily, then closed it. "You're impossible. I've known you less than three hours, and that's what I know most about you already, you're unbelievably impossible."
"I am not!" She shouted, making him wince.
"You really are." He nodded, pressing his lips together.
"Well your a judgemental jerk. That's what I learnt about you." She said.
"How am I judgemental?"
"What do you mean 'how'?! You called my boyfriend spineless!" She exclaimed.
"You agreed with me, so that can't count."
"Well it does."
"How?"
"Because I said it does."
"What you say, doesn't necessarily go. Who elected you President?"
"No one.I just seem to be the only mature one in this vehicle."
"Oh you're so winding me up."
"No, I'm just being the intellectual one."
"You mean, the smart ass." He chuckled humorlessly. She was really starting to grind his gears.

"How about you just agree with me here, and this conversation will be over." She said, simply.
"How about, you shut the fuck up and this conversation will be over." He said. And she shut up.

It didn't last long though, "Well aren't you an angry 'cookie'" She cooed.
"Yes, yes I am, because you're really starting to tick me off with the constant insults, implying that I'm an asshole. Like I was born yesterday. I'm older than you, Cammie. You need to stop. I tried to be nice, but that probably doesn't work in your little book of life."
"Wow." She said. "I apologize."
"Do you now?" He asked, taking another left, then stopping at the light.
"Yes! I mean you didn't mean what you said, I didn't mean what I said. We're in the same boat here." He began driving again, smoothly.
"What boat?" He asked, "You're winding me up for no specific reason, and implying that I'm an nonintellectual ass. I think you're in your own boat." He said.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"Wow, it really hurts for you to mean it."
"I'm sorry, for implying that you're an nonintellectual ass, when you're not. You're a nice, intellectual guy." She said.
"Thanks." He smiled. She smiled back.
"You're welcome."
"And we're home." He said, slowly, stopping outside a house about the same size as his, with large open driveway that was empty of any vehicle. The lights were all out.
"Thank's for walking me, then driving me. Then forgiving me." She said, giving him a friendly grin. "See you around I guess." She nodded, opening the door and climbing out.

"Bye tough-cookie." He waved.
"Bye." She waved back, turning around and walking up her driveway, and he started up the car again and began driving home.


So here's chapter 2. I don't plan on updating this that quickly so expect it, at least every other week, or week and a half. THANKS XO.

-Anya