A/N: Sorry for the late update. I was reading the best fanfic in the world; this chapter is inspired by it. Shout out to 'My Immortal'. OuO

This chapter is named after 'Fake Problems' by Songs for Teenagers.

Parties weren't Campbell's thing, but apparently they were Frankie's.

The last month had been filled with relentless flirting and stimulated kisses. If you asked either of them to explain what their relationship status was, neither of the teens would have an answer. Technically, the two weren't together but were simply devoted to each other. Although, it wouldn't be hard to cut off all of the ties they had with one another, considering nothing official had came out of the mindlessly playful teasing and late night make-out sessions. They never forced each other to talk about what happened in the past or the reason as to why they both attended therapy. Frankie didn't bring up Cam's self harm and he didn't bring up her drug habits; that was what they found special about the other. Soulmates hadn't been a thing either of them ever believed in, but they were slowly beginning to think that just maybe they had found theirs.

Campbell didn't want to become besotted with a girl he had met in group therapy since there was clearly something wrong in her head; he couldn't care about someone that wasn't mentally well-not after everything with Justin.

Frankie Hollingsworth: What are you doing Saturday?

Campbell Saunders: Hanging out with you, I guess.. :)

Frankie Hollingsworth: You know it. There's going to be this huge thing at the Ravine tonight. Come keep me company?

Campbell Saunders: What do I get for it?

Frankie Hollingsworth: Me being happy?

Campbell Saunders: Sounds good to me. :P

There was a quick pause before Cam began to type again.

Campbell Saunders: Come to my house and I'll drive us.

Cam went on to type is address.

To say that Frankie was tense over her latest FaceRange chat with Cam would be an understatement. She hadn't gotten into a car since the night of her first, and currently only, anxiety attack. Her mind racked for an excuse as to why they wouldn't have to drive to their destination. She would come up with a reason before the night she had to be at his house; she was always able to. Frankie could recall a time where one of Zig's friends had offered to give her a ride home from school, considering her house was awfully far from Degrassi to begin with. She had denied the request by saying she was going to meet her dad at a nearby grocery store because he was already there picking up a few items. Although, this had been an obvious lie, but the boy had bought it and left without another word.

But all of this didn't stop her from already scribbling in December 14th on her calendar.

On Saturday, as planned, her feet carried her to the address she had received, taking about a half hour to actually arrive at the location. Her crop top has risen and her shoes collected rocks in the inside as she had walked, and Frankie was only able to notice this after she had stopped moving, while standing awkwardly in front of the Saunders' household. She swiftly pulled on the fabric of her shirt, attempting to force it lower on her body. She removed one of her shoes, shaking the pebbles out of it, hoping she could make more time pass by going through with these motions. She was still nervous about being at Campbell's house, but she wasn't sure on why. It wasn't like it could be any worse than her own home-which was always untidy because her alcoholic father never bothered with it, and Frankie wasn't a neat person herself. She sighed loudly, taking a few steps forward so she could meet the porch.

She knocked on the door three times; it took Cam twenty-two seconds to come to the door. It took longer than she anticipated, but when the door had finally opened, the reason as to why it had been so lengthy was answered. The boy was standing there in a kitchen apron and Frankie couldn't help but giggle. It was apparent that Cam hadn't noticed how silly he looked, because he stepped aside as if it was nothing, and allowed her to come inside.

As soon as Frankie was in the house, she began to glance about the rooms, looking for any sort of flaw. Everything was completely spotless, and pictures of a, what she assumed, happy family were sprawled over the white walls. She could hear the stomps of younger siblings upstairs, childish giggling, and chimes of 'I got you now!' or 'You're gonna pay for that!' She wished her own house could've sounded as welcoming as Campbell's, but you were typically only greeted with the snores of a wasted Mr. Hollingsworth and maybe the coffee pot brewing. It was too quintessential in this house, and Frankie wanted to find some sort of imperfection.

Cam led her into the kitchen, where noodles happened to be boiling in a large pot. He immediately returned to his position over the stove. After he was sure the food was alright, he turned to Frankie, giving her a brittle smile. "You can have some if you want. I made extra for my mom, but she's not here yet."

The girl automatically shook her head out of politeness, not wanting to consume the family's food. "No, I ate before I left, but thanks." Which was a lie, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She paused for a moment, returning the grin. "I'm sure she'll be hungry when she gets home."

All Cam did was sigh underneath his breath, mumbling something about how his 'mom would be too busy to eat', and then turn back to his current preparation. He knew his mother would be bringing home another guy tonight; it was a nightly routine that he had gotten used to in the years.

Eloise, a girl who appeared to be about eleven or twelve, came rushing down the stairs with Aaron, a boy around the age of eight. They ran into the kitchen, stopping when they both became aware of the stranger that was now standing in their house.

"Cammy has a girlfriend!" was promptly acclaimed by the oldest, making Cam's cheeks turn a vibrant pink. All Frankie could do was laugh uncomfortably, not knowing how to respond to the younger girl. On cue, Campbell forced his siblings to sit down at the dinner table, hoping he wouldn't have to hear another comment once their food was given to them.

"So, I was thinking..." Frankie trailed off as her and Cam were about to exit the house, leaving Eloise to keep an eye on Aaron until his mother returned home. "Let's just walk. The Ravine isn't that far and it's nice out-for being December and all."

Cam raised his eyebrows at the girl beside him, trying to remember what the weather outside had felt like earlier that day. He could recollect that it had been chilly, and walking a few blocks would be torturous. Although, he was a hockey player after all, and could deal with the frigid wind. He also took into account that Frankie had been the one to suggest walking, so he assumed she was able to deal with the bitter breeze of Canadian Decembers. "Alright." Campbell eventually found himself agreeing, reaching towards the door knob to pull it open. Before actually doing so, he noticed how thin of a jacket Frankie was currently wearing. "Wait here." He spoke quickly before rapidly hurrying towards the stairs, making his way to his room.

When Cam came back down, he had one of his sweatshirts in hand, before giving it to the girl who had stayed in the same position he had left her in. "It's cold, so take this." He commanded, not accepting the article of clothing when Frankie attempted to offer him the item back. Once it was on the small girl, he finally let the two of them leave the house, trudging in the direction of their sought out location.

The area was a place Campbell Saunders had never been. Of course, he had heard rumors about it, but hadn't actually checked out the place for himself. Frankie seemed to be familiar with it, due to the fact she was greeting just about everyone they walked pass. Cam stood there unpleasantly as she greeted her, what he assumed to be, friends. He flashed forced smiles at all of the teenagers she spoke to. At some point, Frankie had hooked her arm within his, pulling him a bit closer. This made Cam feel as if she was trying her best to make him comfortable in these new surroundings, and he couldn't help but settle into her side a bit, following her around the Ravine willingly and not being as awkward as he had been only two minutes prior. He felt relaxed now; it was the calmest he had ever been since Justin's misfortune.

Zig had been nearby, having a brief conversation with another resident of the Ravine, but soon found the pair over tons of adolescents. He quickly excused himself, making sure he was able to get to Frankie as fast as he possibly could. His legs carried him in front of the younger girl, a goofy grin plastered across his face due to the sight of her. He noticed Frankie glance at Cam, and then return the smile. Zig broke the uncomfortable silence. "Hey, Frank."

"Zig! Hi!" She replied enthusiastically, pulling away from Campbell for a moment to give the other boy a hug.

As she had moved away, Cam took a few steps back, not wanting to interrupt their, hopefully short lived, reunion. He shuffled his feet together before beginning to tug at his sleeve, which had always been a nervous habit of his. He shouldn't have assumed that Frankie would spend all of her time with him-he wasn't anything special. She was, though, and he couldn't understand why a girl like her would even give him the time of day. Before Cam knew it, since he hadn't been paying much attention, the younger teen was being pulled away by Zig. She shot him multiple apologetic glances and he allowed the same look on his own face, trying his very best not to seem hurt over the fact she had just ditched him.

The boy began to wander around the Ravine, considering the option of going home. Why had Frankie invited him here if she was just going to run off with Zig? Maybe she didn't like him as much as he liked her; how could he have been so stupid to believe that someone else would return any type of feelings? All Campbell was good for was hooking up with random puck bunnies. The sudden realization hit him; he was exactly like his mother. It was a fate he should've accepted by now, considering he had to watch his mom bring home one guy after another. This had started not even a week after his brother died. Her own marriage was ruined, not like he truly cared. His father practically disowned him the moment Cam found the older boy dead in their bedroom. It was his fault, anyway... Everything was his fault…

His body hit someone else's, and he was quick to apologize for the incident. As he began to examine the person he had ran into, he was able to pick out a girl. (She was definitely taller than him, due to her heels-at least Cam hoped it was the heels). She had the darkest brown hair he had ever seen and her eyes gazed right into his soul. This stranger had an extremely short, black skirt on, as well as a shirt that showed her bare, and fit, stomach. To say that she was intriguing would be the right word, and since Frankie clearly wasn't interested in him, what could he possibly lose?

"Oh! It's fi-" The girl was cut off once she also realized who she had a collision with. "Hey, you're that hockey guy, right?"

It was something Cam got a lot; he was used to the question. "Uh, yeah! Cam." He held his hand out for her to shake, and she did. "But you are?"

"Zoe Rivas." She was fast to respond, an alluring smile being put on her lips as she spoke. Campbell was able to pick out the coat of lip gloss she had put on before coming here. Her lips looked soft but her hair appeared even softer. "Do you want to go dance or something?" Zoe spoke again, allowing her eyebrows to raise at the boy. She forced Cam out of his thoughts, which made him halt his admiration for her looks.

Cam couldn't help but glance around the Ravine, not being able to find Frankie or Zig in sight. He turned his attention back to Zoe before grinning at her. "Or something." If she was going to ditch him for some other guy, he was going to attempt to make her jealous in the process.

"What do you-" He cut her off by pressing his lips on hers, not caring about anything else in the moment. Zoe didn't seem to mind, considering she returned the kiss without any issues. Cam soon pulled her closer, deepening the embrace by picking her up and forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. People were passing them; he could hear their feet trudging around, but the two strangers didn't appear to care. He could detect alcohol on the girl's tongue as his own roamed her mouth, so he soon realized why she hadn't rejected the kiss. He wasn't sure on how much Zoe had drank, since he didn't know her whatsoever. She wasn't protesting the actions, and was actually getting into it. The only word that was flashing through Cam's mind was 'jealous', due to the fact that's what he wanted Frankie to feel, but he had never stopped to wonder if he was taking advantage of the poor, intoxicated girl in front of him. He wanted to show Frankie what she was missing tonight by deciding to stick around with Zig rather than him. He didn't want to get hurt by another human being; not again, so why not be the heartbreaker this time? It wasn't as if Frankie truly had any concern for his feelings; she left him at the first chance that had been tossed her way.

Wanting to stop his thoughts, Campbell began to trace her jawline with his mouth, moving down to her neck. He nipped at the skin gently, erupting a low groan from Zoe as he did this. He then bit the girl's neck as considerately as possible, forming red spot on her flesh immediately; he assumed this would turn into some sort of purple bruise by tomorrow morning. He soon brought his lips back to hers, returning to the heavy and sensual kiss, copying the same actions as before.

Zoe unconnected her lips from his moments later. "Let's take this to the van." She suggested in a sultry tone. Cam nodded in agreement, no hesitance in his movement, even though he wasn't completely sure on what this meant. But he did have a hint. He set her back down on the ground, grasping onto the girl's hand, and pulling her in the direction of the vehicle he was able to find with ease. The two soon entered their destination, not having any need to exit until later that night.

Zig was pulling on Frankie's arms in a desperate endeavor to keep her with him. He didn't want her to be with another guy; he was the one who had been with the girl through everything. Why was Campbell allowed to just swoop in and take her away from him?

"C'mon, Frankie! One more dance!" He pleaded, pulling her closer to him. A half smirk was present on his lips, hoping to be able to convince her to stay near him with "that" look.

Frankie sighed underneath her breath, not being able to help but giggle at his struggle to appear cool and mysterious around her. She knew the boy too well; he was stupid, immature, and puerile-but that's what she liked most about being Zig's friend. "I have to find Cam and get home. It's past my bedtime." She joked with a light, and barely forced, laugh.

"Let me help you?"

Frankie couldn't reject the help, so she simply agreed, roaming around the Ravine with Zig in the search of Campbell. It had seemed as if they had looked in every single corner of the place, and there was no trace of the boy. Was it really her job to make sure he got home safely? She had brought him here, but on the other hand, he could certainly take care of himself.

"It doesn't look like he's around. Can I walk you home?"

Frankie didn't object again, allowing Zig to stroll Toronto with her until she reached her house.

He never took her home. They ended up on a park bench, getting high together instead. And during all of this, she was still wearing Cam's sweatshirt, coziness and warmth filling her insides because of the fabric. Or maybe it was because she could still sniff the scent of Campbell on it; the one and only scent that relaxed her.