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Chapter 3

(Cammie POV)

"Oh Cammie your finally here!" yelled my flustered boss, Madame Dabney before she composed her naturally strict lady-like character.

"I am truly sorry. I woke up late and Macey and I nearly became pancakes by a Marine can you believe-"

"Cameron Ann Morgan what did I specifically ask you to do if you were eveer running late?" she asked while raising a calculated eyebrow.

"To call ahead so you are informed." I mumbled.

"A women like you should not mumble, but seeing how your one of my favorites... I will let this incident slide, but do not think this will happen again." She said while sending me a smile over her shoulder from her already retrieving figure.

"Thank-you."

She didn't turn back, instead she just waved me off as she walked towards her office. I walked into Roseville's Community Center where my fellow co-workers and I set up tables and food for the annual Dance for Money charity event, a charity event in which provided food, money, ECT to our soldiers overseas. After making my way to the huge room in which the dance would be held I walked up to one of my closest friend Elizabeth Sutton, or commonly known as Lizzie.

"Boo!" I yelled while making bear like claws behind her back.

"Not scared Cammie. You do realize that by the reflection from the silver glass vase I was able to calculate your motions." She said while checking things off on her clipboard.

"Whatever, Miss I'm-so-smart-I-can-see-Cammie-trying-to-scare-me." I playfully whined while making sure to pout into the silver glass vase.

Before she could respond a snarky voice came from behind me "Aww. Is Cammie making faces to her imaginary friends?"

I turned around and faced the cruel conniving women by the name of Tina Walters, my personal bully since eighth grade.

Ever since I had won the science fair in the middle of eighth grade Tina and her 'posse' made it their mission to make my life a living hell. Of course I had Lizzie, James, and Anna Fetterman to help me out, but I was still devastated for several weeks from her hurtful antics.

"Yup, must be the little ones rubbing off of me. You know how kids are such cute bundles of joy. Oh how they come home everyday telling me about everything including that Mrs. Walter and Vice Principal Brooks had a personal meeting." I responded to her coolly. I had enough of her constantly trying to put me down and decided to take out my frustrations on her. Also the fact that cute little Macey Wacey was sad that Nick rode with Stephanie could have also been another reason why.

She turned three shades of red than responded to me in a very cruel voice, "Yes, well me and Mr. Walters were talking to Vice Principal Brooks about Stephanie's behavior. You know the typical things mothers and fathers do." She said while emphasizing the father part.

As much as I tried I couldn't stop the tears coming, but fortunately a voice was spoken out from behind me.

"Umm. Excuse me. I did not mean to interrupt but we were scheduled to help set up the dance…" Said the voice.

I turned around and laid my eyes on a group of eight men all in their Marine uniforms standing near stage door. They all had expressionless faces and were staring at us. My eyes scanned the group and I noticed a familiar set of eyes. I know those eyes…

"Not at all." the poorly seductive voice of Tina Walters rang covering up from her hurtful voice from before as if nothing happened.

I sniffed softly and looked at Lizzie who I noticed was eagerly trying to meet my eyes and tell me something. Quickly, I pulled my act together and I spoke up despite how I felt, "Not at all gentlemen. If you can please follow me I will lead you to Madame Dabney and she will direct you to your tasks."

I walked over to the group and onto the stage then silently motioned for them to follow me. As we walked in a long hall with different rooms splattered on the walls I felt a pair of eyes following my back. Finally finding Madame Dabney and clearing my throat I spoke, "Madame Dabney the volunteers are here ready to help."

"Ah! Yes dear, they seem to have arrived twelve minutes late." she said while looking at her watch.

"Sorry about that madam we seemed to hit a detour with the traffic and what not." said a muscular and tall man.

"That is no reason of excuse Mr.-" she replied looking at him.

"Keith Jones, madam."

All Madame Dabney said 'hmm' and she then motioned for the group to follow her.

Quickly turning around, everyone went except one person. Whoever it was I could feel their eyes as I left to go back to Liz and possibly cry my eyes out from Tina's cruel comment.

"Umm. Cammie is it?" Said a voice I had heard only thirty minutes before.

I turned around slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow at the infamous Zachary Goode. With the strongest voice I could muster I said a quiet 'yes' to him.

"First of all I would like to say sorry for the incident early," he raised his hands when I tried to cut him off "I did not mean for that to happened and secondly I would like to say that this," he motioned with his hands to me. Weirdly enough I tried not to blush though by the smirk on his face it said all, "explains how you knew I was a marine. And lastly I just want to say that if your okay with what happened back there?" He said pointing toward the way we came from.

I gaped at him like a goldfish. It surprised me that he had seen the scene between Tina and me. I cleared my throat and said to him, "First of all, you are forgiven. Secondly, I thought the 'my husband was a marine' tipped you off, and lastly it's nothing, but if you don't mind me asking why would you care?" I questioned him.

He laughed his beautiful laugh and said, "I saw the devastated look on your face and just thought…well that you needed someone to, I don't know talk to I guess."

"I have kind co-workers that I could vent to if you realize." I said stiffly at his bold approach.

"Oh. Yes I do realize that," he turned around to where you could faintly here Madame Dabney's voice could be heard, "I should probably head over and help Madame Dabney." he said while scratching the back of his head.

I nodded toward him and briskly tried to walk away where I could quickly cry in quiet.

"Oh and Cammie, save me a dance!" He yelled across the hall.

I turned back to find him and decline, but he had already left.

Oh well you never know things can blossom from this…

And here I thought you wanted a hunky Mr. Josh Abrams…