Chapter 4

Bex peered into the coach's office, her head barely peeking over the windowsill. She saw her boyfriend in a heated argument with the coach, and neither one seemed to be backing down.

Her eyes widened when Josh's fist slammed into the desk, and she could hear the sound of force from outside the office.

She crawled over to the wooden door, and pressed her ear to the wood.

And she began listening.

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Anna Fetterman walked into the History room, spotting Mr. Solomon talking to Tina Walters.

"Please wait outside, Miss Fetterman. I'll be with you in a minute."

Anna's eyes widened a bit, surprised that he had seen her, without his gaze averting from Tina. She stepped out of the room, curious about what Mr. Solomon and Tina were talking about.

::

Cammie woke up the next day, remembering the conversation she'd had with Macey yesterday.

Then she glanced at the clock.

Her eyes shot open. She checked her calendar, which had bright red X's, marking the days that had passed.

November 18.

Shit.

Cammie jumped out of bed, threw on a bright green Aeropostale sweatshirt, and some Hollister sweats, heading straight for the bathroom.

When she came back out, breath minty and face fresh, she grabbed a pair of old Converse, and ran downstairs. She ran to the door, slamming the cabinet open, looking for the keys to her new (but rarely used) green Prius.

"Mom! Mom! Where are my ke-"

The front doors opened with a click.

And there, with two full suitcases and a duffel bag, stood Grant Newman-Morgan.

He held out a purple key ring, and shook it around, the keys jingling.

"Looking for these?"

Macey sat on the uncomfortable, wooden stool.

And next to her, sat Preston Winters.

She silently cursed to Cammie, who had 'special errands' to run.

'Special errands MY ASS,' Macey thought.

She listened as Dr. Fibbs droned on and on about Chromium 6 and water contamination.

"In front of you is a solution of water and another chemical compound, along with several flasks of different solutions. I want you, in pairs, to figure out which one contains Chromium 6. You have the rest of class to figure it out. Questions?"

Liz raised her hand.

"No, this will not be graded, Miss Sutton."

Liz put her hand down, and the class began talking amongst themselves.

Macey worked quietly, avoiding Preston as much as she could. She wrote down formulas, equations, and solutions. In thirty minutes, Macey did more work than she had in the past two and a half months.

Preston put his pencil down, just as they finished.

"Macey, I really didn't mean to-"

The bell rung.

Macey smiled tightly at him, gathering her books and heading towards the door.

"Sorry, I have to get to my next class. Maybe next time."

But she knew it was a lie.

They would never have time, until Macey decided she wanted to.

And she wouldn't anytime soon.

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After school, Macey headed to Cammie's house, along with Zach, Bex, and Liz.

They parked in front of the large estate, walking through the iron gate, pressing the doorbell. Macey turned to Zach, who was leaning against the side of the house, and looked at him.

Zach looked up from his shoes, and saw Macey staring at him. Zach shifted uncomfortably, hoping that Cammie, or at least someone, would open the door.

No one showed up at the door.

Zach rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He coughed, but Macey still stared at him.

Bex and Liz were busy texting their boyfriends, so they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Zach coughed loudly, and Macey snapped out of her trance, seemingly unfazed.

"Macey, why were you staring at me?"

Macey looked at him, with a look that said, 'Are you crazy? What did you put in your pancakes today?'

"I wasn't staring at you, dumbass."

Six people sat in the living room of the Morgan household.

Rebecca Baxter, also known as Bex, is a British beauty, who excelled in sports, and most academics, excepting Pre-Calculus and Bio-Chemistry. Much of the male population was attracted to her, because of her exotic beauty and her unique personality. Unfortunately, she was currently dating the football quarterback, Josh Abrams. Bex wasn't afraid to speak her mind, whether it was rude or kind. She'd always claim it as true. She enjoyed shopping for anything: clothes, sports gear, and food. Especially food. She was very social, and loved making new friends, as long as they didn't irritate her. Or call her Rebecca.

Elizabeth Sutton, or Liz, was the polar opposite. Liz had an unsung beauty about her. She was dainty, much like a glass doll. Her wide-rimmed glasses gave her a cute, nerdy look, but still made her look beautiful. She was a genius. She knew practically everything, from human genotypes to all 44 U.S. presidents. Liz never wanted attention from the high school male population, yet some random nerds, and sometimes, a couple of straying jocks, who never seemed to have a 'type', took a special interest in her. Unlike many other high school sluts- Ahem, sorry, high school girls, Liz had already found her perfect match- Jonas Anderson. They were officially Roseville High's Nerd Couple. Everyone loved , Liz dressed modestly, in sundresses with bright colors or a normal t-shirt and jeans. So very innocent.

Macey McHenry. Surely you've heard of her. Or at least seen her on the cover of Vogue on every September issue. Macey was gorgeous, and she let everyone know that. She dressed in all the latest fashions, and loved shopping. She helped her friends pick their outfits, no matter how revealing. Her motto was "If it has a price tag worth more than the latest Prada bag, then it's worth it for me." Macey never needed to try to look pretty. Makeup was practically useless on her. Her face was smooth and spotless, and her high cheekbones accentuated her full, pink lips. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue, and high, arched eyebrows completed her flawless face. She was a model, and wasn't afraid to tell others what she thought. Some people thought of her as a bitch, but that was only to the people she didn't like. To those who actually knew her, she was kind and thoughtful, always thinking of others. Remember: Macey McHenry is the exception to all the rules life throws at you.

Grant Newman-Morgan, known as the Roseville Greek God, had been born and raised among the soccer moms and mowed lawns of Roseville, Virginia. That was before his wonderful mother decided to send him away to boarding school. In Maine. And Grant hated it. He hated it all. The only part he actually liked was watching all the slim brunettes snowboarding down every snowy bluff in sight, with his best friend back home, Nicholas Hale. Grant had probably dated (and dumped) half of them, but that didn't bother him. Grant always got the ladies. He had the look of a Greek God, with sandy blonde hair, cut just right, and disheveled every day, to make the ladies drool. He was tall, muscled and athletic. And he had the eyes. His eyes were a light blue, mixed with green. Too bad he was a world-class idiot. Honestly, he looked perfect, but looks can be deceiving. Just look at this kid's report card.

Zachary Goode. He was the hottest, most popular boy around town, but no one really knew him too well. Until he met Cammie. Zach, with his perfectly messed up chocolate hair, high cheekbones, piercing green eyes and abs, meeting the perfect, All-American girl, Cammie Morgan. Zach was literally perfect. He had perfect grades, was on the basketball, soccer and football team, and was liked by everyone (except for the horde of guys who made up the Cammie Morgan fan club. Yeah, that girl had a fan club). His parents were perfect too. His dad, David, was handsome, and an important business owner, therefore never home. His mom, Cassandra, was a house wife, with gorgeous red hair and warm brown eyes. His younger sister, Reagan, was adorable, with light green eyes (not as beautiful as Zach's though), and bright blonde hair. Zach was perfect; he had everything going his way. Except one thing. The one thing that mattered most.

Cammie Morgan never seemed to realize how special she really was. She was absolutely gorgeous. Some people said she was even prettier than Macey, with her dishwater blonde hair, arched eyebrows and ever-changing sea blue eyes. She had perfect grades, was part of the volleyball, track, gymnastics, cheerleading, and soccer teams. And she was nice to everyone, so everyone liked her. Excepting the Zach Goode fan club. (Every perfect couple must have their opposing fan clubs). Cammie was liked by over half the male population at Roseville High, but none of them ever got her. Not even Zach.

Not yet, you mean.

A/N: Vacation is a bitch, you guys. My iPad simply WOULD NOT let me copy and paste the chapter. UGH. Stupid iPad. Yeah, so I was on vacation in the East Coast (YEAAAH. EAST COAST! Love the beaches over there.)and I was typing up chapters, like about THREE OF THEM over the weeks, and I was supposed to update, BUT NO. My iPad wouldn't let me copy and paste.

Well, sorry about that rant. I'll be starting high school next week, and I'm so scared! Any advice?

I'll be updating more frequently this week, since I'm trying to get this story finished quick. High school might be dumped like garbage on me, who knows?

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