Chapter 3
If there was anything the entire population of Roseville High could agree on, it was that Joe Solomon was the best teacher ever.
Literally. Even the pot-heads and the school-wide sluts would agree.
The second thing would have been that Joe Solomon favored Cammie Morgan.
You would've had to be completely out of your mind to not realize that.
Some people believed that Mr. Solomon liked her.
Others believed that he was her real dad.
A small population thought he was secretly a member of the Central Intelligence Agency, and Cammie was actually a really good agent gone rogue.
Oh, people and their imaginations these days.
In truth, only one person knew a small part of the true Joe Solomon.
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Bex walked down the hall, Cammie by her side.
As they walked, the crowd parted, as if they were Elijah walking across the Red Sea.
Cammie felt uncomfortable. She'd never been fully adapted to this kind of treatment. Everyone treated her like a princess, like royalty.
She'd never been a mean person. Being popular had come into her world like storm.
Unexpected. Loud. Scary.
The aftershock of it had been a wonderful high school experience.
She'd felt free.
Alive.
Cammie had always been happy when she'd been withPreston.
But her friends had realized that she'd been happierwith Zach.
Yet Cammie had never seemed to realize it.
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Bex waltzed into the boys' locker room, walking past the half-naked, testosterone-full high school boys.
She walked up to her boyfriend's confident.
"Where's Josh?" she demanded.
Dillon chuckled. "Calm down, gorgeous-"
"Don't call me that."
"-your boyfriend is having some bonding time with our coach."
Bex raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Oh, really. Then why haven't I heard about this?"
"He doesn't have to tell you everything, you know."
"Dillon, I'd like to see him now."
He stepped away from the door, revealing a screaming football coach, and an equally livid Josh Abrams.
"Listen away. Have fun," Dillon said, briskly walking away.
'Don't scream at him too much,' he silently prayed.
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Cammie ran up to Macey, dragging Preston along with her. "Mace! Look whose back!"
Macey glanced at him, smiling tightly, looking at their adjoined hands. "Yeah, I know. Saw him this morning," Macey said, turning towards Preston. "Nice to see you again, Preston. I'll see you around." Macey turned back around, walking into the cafeteria.
Preston softened. "Mace, I tried to call, but-", Preston called to her.
"What? No one was home? Yeah, I doubt that. I was waiting for you to call. And guess what? You never did."
Macey started to walk towards their table, but Cammie held on to her arm.
She turned her head towards Preston. "I'll be right back. Our table is right there," Cammie said, pointing at the large, clean table.
Currently occupied by one, smirking Zachary Goode.
Also known as a very good (e) eavesdropper.
Macey turned her back to them, stalking out of the cafeteria. Cammie followed her, jogging out
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"Macey, Preston and I aren't dating."
Macey snorted. "Yeah, right. And Tina can one day be a decent model. Cam, you don't have to lie. You two were holding hands."
Cammie narrowed her eyes. "Macey."
Macey turned towards her, walls starting to crumble. "What, Cams? What am I supposed to do? I cried myself to sleep for three months, Cams. He didn't call once. He didn't even try."
"He said-"
Macey shook her head, tears splattering the floor. "I saw it in his eyes, Cam. He lied."
Cammie smiled. "Macey-"
Macey slid down the wall. "Cam, I really wouldn't care anymore. You can go ahead and date him. It's better to have one person hurting than two."
Cammie shook her head. "Mace, if you can't have him, then neither can I."
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Zach munched on his French fries. Preston sat across the table, tapping his fingers.
Zach eyed his wrist. "Nice watch you got there."
"Shut up, Goode."
Zach raised his hands in mock surrender. "Damn, calm down dude. It was just a compliment."
Preston turned on him, seething. "Look, I'm back, and Cammie still loves m-"
"Obviously," Zach cut in.
Preston glared at him.
And Zach glared right on back.
"Listen, Peter. I don't care if Cammie likes you back, or some other shit like that, but you won't have her. She's my best fucking friend, and I saw you and Tina the other day."
Preston's face flushed red. "That wasn't me."
Zach slammed his fist on the table, causing people to look over.
"Don't lie to me," Zach spat, getting up from the table. "And you better not fucking lie to Cammie."
A/N: Happy 6th of July!
Enjoy this chapter everyone. I may be away from FanFiction for a while.
Just a precaution. I hope you all liked this chapter. Sorry for the cussing. It was for Zach's defensive side.
And for dramatic effect too.
It might continue, but maybe not. It was actually supposed to be a One-Shot in the first place.
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