A/N: Hiya! I start a new school on Monday and I don't know how that's going to be so my updates may be slow for awhile but I'll update as much as I can. Thanks so much for the love and reviews. I don't think I thank all my readers and everyone for supporting my writings. It means the world to mee. Anyways here's chapter 4. Hope you guys love it. Oh btw I wrote two really awesome chapters to this and they are my favorite out of the entire story and I can't share with you any spoilers so you defiantly have to keep reading Xoxo.

Chapter 4:

"So you told Tristan but not Maya? Makes so much sense Miles." Winston asked. He looked over at Maya who was working on her French work. Miles had no choice. "He made me tell him!" Miles almost screamed in frustration. Winston just looked at him. He had never seen his best friend that worked up unless it was his dad. Zig overheard what they were talking about. He noticed that Miles kept staring at him so Zig figured out that Miles must know about him. It sucked he couldn't talk to her and he sat behind these two guys who he still didn't know who the hell they were.

"Winston, he made me tell him and he wants me to tell her. I just can't. I'll hurt her." Miles said. "You always tell the girls that you like that you like them." Winston said. Zig heard the brown haired kid called the Asian Winston so he figured that was his name. Zig wanted to know that name of the brown haired kid who was messing around with Maya. No Zig didn't talk to Maya all summer but he had a reason too. He was helping his mom out with the shop and Maya was in Paris. Zig felt extremely bad especially after everything that happened with Cam. He still felt guilty. He also felt like Maya didn't really forgive him ether.

The bell rang and Zig went to find Maya. "Maya." Zig said when Maya was at her locker. All he wanted to do was talk to her. He generally missed her and still remembered what she told him when school ended. "What?" Maya said not paying attention. Maya looked up and saw Zig standing there. Her attitude instantly changed. "Oh hi Zig." Maya said losing all the emotion in her face. "I missed you over the summer." He said. Maya was shocked and at first a little speechless. She met someone else. She liked him a lot. "You didn't talk to me all summer Zig." Maya said now looking at him. In all honestly, she barley thought about Zig this summer. Zig and Maya had their moment. Maya needed space after everything and Zig gave it to her. She just didn't feel it anymore. Maya felt really bad though at that moment. She didn't want him to feel as bad as he did when Cam died. "I gave you the space you wanted." ZIg stuttered. Zig felt his stomach drop and the color creep onto his face. Maya seemed like she didn't care. She didn't even make a face.

Why didn't she care? Zig thought they had something. Maya sighed. She felt like she came off really harsh when she didn't mean too. How do you let someone down that still likes you when you used to like them? "I didn't mean to come off sounding really harsh Zig." Maya finally said after an awkward silence. Zig didn't really know what to say. He was hurt and confused. "I-I-I-I have to go." Zig said walking away. Tristan came up to Maya right after Zig left and he had the most confused look on his face. "Why was Zigmund talking to you?" Tristan asked crossing his arms. Maya looked at him and let out a really deep sigh. "He came to me and told me that he missed me and I froze up right after that." Maya said. "You didn't tell him about Miles?" Tristan asked. "Why would I do that? He already feels bad about Cam. I don't want to hurt him" Maya informed Tristan. Tristan sighed. "He's going to find out somehow." Tristan said. All of a sudden Maya just got worked up over everything. She didn't want to deal with Zig and his drama. "I'm tired of being hurt and me hurting people." Maya almost screamed. "Maya, please calm down." Tristan whispered. Maya put her hands to her face. She was just so sick and tired of that. "Tristan looked over at her. "C'mon M. Lets go." Tristan said taking Maya by the arm and leading her down the hallway.