At last period, in Math, I finally got the courage to apologize because Jonas, Grant and Nick wouldn't stop bothering about it but mostly, because I felt terrible. You would've thought life would be great without Cammie annoying me 24/7 but I missed her so much, I felt like my heart was going to explode.

I'm sorry about the party -Z

I threw it to Cammie's table. I watched her pick it up, read it, and write something back. I bounced my knee up and down impatiently and nervously.

You'll have to say it to my face -C

Fine then. After the bell rang, I quickly got my things from my locker and jogged to Cammie's. Luckily, she was alone for like, the first time.

"Hey," I said leaning against the locker beside hers. She glanced at me with pursed lips. "Hello Zachary." I winced at how cold she sounded. "Look, I'm really sorry about the party," I said sincerely.

Cammie raised an eyebrow at me. "And…?"

"And..what?" I asked truly confused. She rolled her beautiful eyes. "

For being such a jerk!" Cammie exclaimed. I gave a small laugh. "Okay, yes. I'm sorry for yelling at you when you didn't do anything wrong and for being such a jerk when you're very nice to me. SO can you forgive and we be friends again?" If that's what you can call us I thought.

I brought my hand out for a shake. She looked at me with complete seriousness. "I'll only forgive you if you buy me ice-cream."

I cracked a smile. "Seriously?" Cammie crossed her arms. "Does it look like I'm joking?" Even though her voice told me she was.

"And take that hand away," Cammie slapped my outstretched hand. "No one does that anymore. Are you like, from the 1970's and teleported to the future?"

I laughed again and realized Cammie was one of those few people that actually got a genuine laugh out of me. "Alright, alright. Come on. I'll buy you your icecream Princess." She slammed her locker shut and followed my out into the courtyard.

"What do you want?" I asked. Cammie's eyes shone like a little girl on Christmas Day. "Ohh there's so many choices! I want a peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, extra chocolate and vanilla whipped crème with a cherry on top!" She was a little out of breath when she finished and I had to laugh.

"We don't have that, sorry." The guy said smiling flirtously.

"UGH!" Cammie made a big show of showing her disappointment. "Fine. Give me Vanilla." Wow, first she picked such a big choice and now she picks vanilla? This girl never ceases to amaze me.

"Same," I said. "He wants those chocolate sprinkles on his," Cammie ordered. I shot her a questioning look, but shrugged.

"Here you are," the Icecream Guy said. "I'm Austin, by the way," he winked at Cammie and I internally sighed. Is there one place she went without guys hitting on her? Not that I blame them.

Cammie eyed the dude like a dead rat and I bit my lip from smiling.

"Hi…Austin." He opened his mouth to say more but Cammie cut him off. "Bye Austin," she grabbed my arm and dragged me out of DQ.

"Okay give me that one," She ordered once we were out. She exchanged her one without sprinkles to my one.

"Why couldn't you just ask for sprinkles on yours?" I questioned.

Cammie had a sudden mischievous glint in her eyes which kinda scared me. "Don't wanna make it look like I'm fat," she said shrugging.

"What is it with girls and calories?" I asked exasperated. "Calories are our friends!" It was a dorky joke but Cammie laughed anyway. I felt like swooning. Call it cliché, but it sounded like angels singing. (For some reason I really like it when ppl write that)

"I can't have a potbelly." She lifted up her shirt to reveal a perfectly flat stomach and amazing curves. "Do I have a potbelly, Zach?" I didn't answer, just stared with my mouth hanging open.

What? I'm a hormonal teenager! I couldn't stop looking a realized I was drooling. Cammie laughed and let go of her shirt –thank god I was going crazy – looking like that was exactly the reaction she wanted.

"You've got to be more covert with your staring . Don't you know it's rude?" She asked with a smile. I just glared at her in response.

Cammie skipped along the sidewalk as we were talking about pretty much everything. I never felt so at ease and natural with a girl before.

She turned around to face me walking backwards. "Street," I said so she whirled around again.

At that moment a super-fast car zoomed by startling Cammie so she dropped her icecream. Bad move bro. Cause Cammie was extremely pissed.

"YOU ASSWHOLE AND YOUR GOD DAMNED CAR!" She screamed after it.

"Woah Cam calm down, here you can have mine," I said leading her to the park with a hand on her back.

"Really?" Cammie's eyes lit up but then her face immediately fell. "You don't have any sprinkles."

I laughed. "You should've asked for some then Miss IHateCalories."

We sat on the bench watching kids play. "You have some icecream on your face," I said.

"Really?Where?" Cammie asked. I smirked and took some icecream putting it on her nose. "Right there!"

"Hey!" She exclaimed. "Do that again and I'll shove this icecream up your ass."

I put my hands up in surrender. "Whoa Chica calm down No need to get all hostile."

Cammie glared at me then crossed her eyes trying to lick the ice-cream off with her tongue. And she did it! She actually took the icecream off her nose!

"Wow I'm impressed. You have a tongue of a chameleon. I think that's what I'm going to call you from now on." "Fine Zacharoo!" "Seriously Zacharoo?" Cammie stuck her tongue out at me and I smirked again.

"Why are you sticking your chameleon tongue in my face? Are you suggesting something?" I asked waggling my eyebrows.

"Zach!"Cammie exclaimed punching my shoulder. That hurt.

"Ow, damn Chameleon you don't know your own strength. She smiled smugly. "Well that's what you get for acting like a perv." "I'm not a perv!" I protested. "Yes you are!" "No I'm not!" "Yes you are!" " You better say I'm not or you'll be sorry." "I'm not scared of you Goode!" Cammie challenged. So I took a big bite/lick off her icecream nearly taking the whole thing off the cone. Cammie frowned. "You. Are. Evil." I smirked smugly in response. We continued with our playful conversation, teasing and laughing. It was one of the best days of my life.