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Chapter Nine: Not So Cool

Cammie

I'm normally not the type of girl to stress about what I'm wearing. At school we have a uniform but most of the time I'm wearing dance friendly outfits like shorts, crop-tops and jogging bottoms. Plus it isn't like we have any boys here unless you count our brother school Blackthorne but they only exchange with us for big events like the Christmas and Summer show's except for this year because they didn't come. Bummer.

"How about this?" I ask, twirling in my heels.

Bex sighs and walks over to me. "Cammie for the last time you look great in what you're already wearing"

Is she serious? I look merely adequate in my denim shorts and floral crop top and wedge heeled shoes. And my hair, don't get me started. The windswept look may work for guys like Brad and Zach (did I just compare them to each other?) but for me it looks like I've just walked through a hurricane.

"What about my hair?" I ask, well whine to Bex. I would usually ask Macey but she wondered off somewhere with the boys. Strange since Zach annoys her and so does Grant.

Okay, I think I may have pushed Bex too far. She grabs my shoulders and looks me directly in the eye. "Cammie, you look gorgeous just like you always do. Make-up and hair products are wasted on you. Now go out there and show that boy a good time. You deserve it"

Did I mention I love my bestfriend? Nope, well I love my bestfriend!

"Thanks Bex, are you sure that you don't want to come?"

"Cammie I'll be fine. I'm going to make some calls home and maybe go for a run. You have a good alright?"

I nod and skip (yeah skip) out our room, down the stairs (that's where it gets hard) and out the door.


~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~


Brad, Liz, Jonas (her boyfriend) and I all agreed that we would meet up at the café and enter the party together. I've never been to a party alone before I've always had Bex or Macey with me or even some of the other girls at school. Plus I've only just met Liz who doesn't seem like the party type but I'm sure that as soon as she's downed some alcohol she'll be feeling better.

"Hi Cammie!" I receive a hug from Liz and a polite wave from the guy who must be her boyfriend. "Cammie meet Jonas my boyfriend."

Jonas is average height I'm sure but everyone looks like a giant (slight exaggeration) next to Liz. He has brown curly hair, full face freckles and his hazel eyes are protected by thick rimmed glasses. To be honest neither of them look like the party type, I guess that's why they're perfect for each other.

In a few moments Brad comes, he comments on how great I look and we head towards the beach. On the way I realise how little I know about him so we play a classic game of twenty questions and I realise that I'm very lucky to be going on a date with such a nice and cool guy. He lives with both his parents and sisters. He attends Virginia High and teaches surfing to kids on a weekend. Oh and get this, when he's older he want be a marine biologist because when he's surfing he sees how much the animals in the sea suffer. How sweet is that!

"What about you?"

"I guess I'd like to be a dancer, you know performing in big production classics like 'Swan Lake' and 'The Nutcracker'. I did have the opportunity to play the main character but it was only for a school play but apparently I got talent spotted so who knows". I explain, hoping that it didn't sound like I was bragging just passionate about what I do and the opportunities that come with dancing.

"That's amazing Cammie! I thought you did something active, you look like a dancer," he winks and I blush. We all head further down onto the beach where the party is just getting started. But as we find a nice spot to sit at, I'm left wondering: what does a dancer look like?


~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~


I wanna scream and shout and let it all out

And scream and shout and let it out
We sayin' oh we oh we oh we oh
You are now now rocking with
will. and Britney bitch

The party is in full swing. It's a lot more relaxed then Josh's was. No one is pushing and shoving (well we're on the beach), girls aren't grinding on boys and not many are making-out which is good since this is like a first date. Think of how awkward it could be.

And the best thing is…no alcohol. So for once I can actually enjoy myself without chemicals helping me. And I do.

The DJ plays a lot of group dancing songs like 'Gangnam Style' and 'Teach Me How to Dougie', songs that get everybody dancing. I mean even the 'Cha-Cha Slide' was played. Imagine how awesome that was.

I've also gotten to know Liz a bit more and she's really sweet and could 100% be accepted into Gallagher. Born and raised in Alabama Liz is a genius and hopes to find the cure for well know diseases. She really is a southern sweetheart.

"Do you want to dance?" I smile nicely and take Brads outstretched hand as he guides me to the dance floor. We'd taken a break after all the mad dancing we did; I'd made some new friends and even recognised some girls from school. Two slow songs came on but wasn't it just ironic that me and Brad were both busy chatting but now was the perfect moment.

Brad places his hands on my waist and I rest mine on his shoulders. And then we're dancing. Being a dancer myself I can't help but notice that Brad hasn't made the usual mistakes when dancing. Once when the Blackthorne boys came we had a special Ballroom and Latin class and I had to work with the world's biggest jerk! His name was Matt and I knew he kept stepping on my feet on purpose and deliberately making the magazine slip from in between us. But Brad was actually a good dancer. I was having a good time, twirling and being dipped movie style and I knew that he was going to kiss me but the music stopped and everyone looked at the DJ.

And standing there helping stack the CD's back was none other than Zachary Goode. Every good moment this boy has to ruin!

"Excuse me; I have to talk to my friend." I walk off with a scowl on my face.

I think Brad realises that I know the guy who is officially named 'party crasher' so he offers to get me a drink while I walk over to Zach, grab his by the collar and drag him to a secluded corner by some bushes. A few girls glare at me while boys wolf whistle but I don't take any notice, I'm too busy thinking of ways to kill Zach.

"What the hell is your problem?" I shout.

"Oh nothing just saving you from something you wouldn't want," he answers looking far too smug for my liking. Thinking about it there really isn't an expression of Zach's I do like.

I sigh. "Look, Zach you're making zero sense so could you hurry it up."

"Fine. He's planning to hook up with you. You know a hook up, sex…" he says going into detail. I don't bother shut him up because I can't believe what he's saying. Especially when he mentions Macey and fact that Brad is actually the boy she hooked up with at Josh's party.

When he finally finishes he looks at me smirking like I'm supposed to say something. I shrug and take a seat on the cold sandy floor while he stares at me. What does Zach expect me to do, to say? I mean everyone knew how happy I was about this date; I don't know why they didn't tell me earlier.

Zach takes a seat next to me and tries to console me. "Look, Cammie I'm sorry alright. I mean don't shoot the messenger." he chuckles and then realises that A) it's not funny and B) I'm not in the mood.

"I don't get why Macey didn't tell me. I mean she's known for days, does our friendship mean nothing?"

"Cammie, it's been on her mind for days. She didn't want to ruin your happiness."

I say nothing. What can I possibly say? Oh thanks Macey, you let me go on a date with a boy who I might lose my V card to without telling me. Great freakin' friend!

Zach wipes a tear from my face and keeps his hand there until I look at him. His green eyes aren't full of excitement like usual, they're dull and sad.

"Come on Cinderella," Zach stands and offers me his hand. I take it hesitantly and smile when he doesn't fake letting me up and then fall like Grant sometimes does. Surprisingly, Zach picks me up bridal style and begins to walk. I do tell him that I can walk and that I will walk but he refuses. Even when I kick and scream he still doesn't let me go.

"Come on!" he says. "I'm like your prince charming babe."

I laugh. "Yeah more like Buttons the best friend and that's what I want us to be…friends. I've never had a boy best friend."

Zach puts me down and holds up his pinkie. "Best friend's? Yeah I like that."

We pinkie swear and I actually let Zach pick me back up. And we talk, we socialise like actual friends. I held a grudge way too long; so long I forgot why I couldn't be fascinated with his good-looks and emerald eyes. But now I can stare at Zach because we're friends and that's what friends do, right?


~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~

thanks for being so patient, have a goode day!