Cammie's POV:
I woke up early the next morning to see Zach still asleep next to me, an arm wrapped around my waist. I frowned at this, wondering what in the world he was doing. I quickly slipped out from his grip and tip-toed out of the room. I was dressed in only a white hospital gown and I walked crossing my legs over the other every step I took. It was a weird way to walk and made me sway from side to side quite a lot but it was a habit of mine from when I was a little little little girl. I clutched my hand tightly around the cool object in my hands as I heard a noise behind me. I lifted it in front of me, ready to slam it onto anybody's head if they had the misfortune of being behind me. No one was there so I continued my trek through the halls. I turned one last corner and found myself in a small deserted waiting room; I crumbled on to the couch and raised the object close to my eyes, studying it curiously. I moved the item from hand to hand, inclining it in the light. I still couldn't tell what it was exactly, it highly resembled a box of some kind and I didn't know how I came across it. I sighed in exasperation as I dropped it on the place next to me and crossed my arms, glaring at it.
Glaring at it isn't going to help you. I rolled my eyes, I know that. It's just I feel as if I know what it is but that I simply can't remember, it's killing me!
Whatever it was I knew I couldn't just walk around with it so I scurried back to my room to see Zach missing. I was relieved to say the least, no need to explain why I was walking around with some odd thing.
Zach's POV:
I couldn't find Cammie any where after I woke up so I chose to go back to her room to check on her there. When I silently opened the door I saw her hurrying around the room, a worried expression on her face. Finally she roughly picked up her bag and started ruffling through it.
"What are you doing?" I asked rather violently.
"None of your business." She replied hurriedly stuffing the same object as last night deep into her bag.
I shrugged pretending to not care but as soon as she excused herself to go into the bathroom to change I caught her bag and searched through it.
"Looking for something?" She asked smugly.
I didn't bother trying to lie, she would see right through me. "As a matter of fact, I am."
"Well you're not going to find it in there Zachary. You didn't actually think I would be silly enough to put it in there once you saw me." She raised her eye brows in fake astonishment.
I stepped up to her and she refused to back down, staying firmly put in her spot. I moved forward until our chests were touching. By the time I was pushed up against her she was breathing heavily and a look flashed in her orbs but it was gone before I could tell what it was. I lifted a hand to her cheek and grinned evilly.
"You know I did comfort you last night, I think I deserve something for all my hard work."
"Oh and what would your majesty want?" She inquired sarcastically.
"Nothing much… just… a kiss?" I offered.
"You filthy, loathsome, pervert!" She screeched.
I smiled cruelly down at her. "You know you want me." I relpied huskily.
"Get away from me!"
"Is that really what you want?"
"YES! Now step away before I scream for help and get you arrested for unwanted sexual advances!" She proclaimed.
I chuckled and didn't answer, merely walked away, turning before I left.
"Don't deny what we already know… It's only a matter of time until you admit your attraction to me especially since you didn't deny wanting me." I turned to leave once again but paused as if remembering something. "Oh, and I will get that kiss."
I left an enraged Cammie behind me.
Cammie's POV:
"The nerve of him!" I exclaimed to myself as I stomped to the bed. "I mean honestly!" I threw the object on the floor groaning in frustration as I dropped myself on the cot.
"The nerve of whom? Not of me I hope." Someone said from the doorway.
I smiled leaning onto my elbows as I smiled up at him.
"Hey Joey."
"What and no hug?" He laughed.
"Well as you always say: I'm getting to old for that." I mocked.
"Touché Cam. Anyway how are you Miss Morgan?"
"Good good if it weren't for that conceited idiot you sent to keep an eye out on me!" I yelled, throwing a rapid glance to the box/thing.
Joe noticed my fleeting glance and followed it to the article. He immediately tensed up at the sight. I grabbing it, holding it to my eye level.
"Where did you get this Cammie!?" He hollered, obviously losing his temper just at the simple sight of a small box.
I shrugged. "Don't remember exactly but I do recall finding a box like this one stuck in the back of my locker before the attack. Of course with the amount of times I banged my head I wouldn't doubt that that is the same box." I waved a hand dismissively.
He visibly relaxed at my words and placed it carefully on the bed side table as if afraid to get burned by it. Don't ask me why I lied but I guess it was because telling him that I remembered waking up with this box by my head but never knew how it got there didn't seem the way to calm him.
We stayed in my room, talking about everything and nothing, catching up until a nurse came in allowing me permission to go home.
I was on my bed, looking up things about buying a gun for extra protection, I don't think myself capable of using it on a living being but you can never be too sure, on my laptop when suddenly my mom knocked on my door preparing to barge in. After everything that had happened to me recently I wasn't taking any risks and I was becoming super paranoid. I jumped in surprise and slammed my computer shut throwing it across my bed and grabbed a book from the drawer in my bedside table.
"What are you doing?" She asked suspiciously.
"Just reading… The Ancient Testament." I said, keeping a straight face while waving the book around slightly. Didn't even know I had a Bible… Oh no wait now I remember, that was when I was learning about other religions, you never know when you're going have to pretend to believe in one religion!
"The Old Testament?" She snorted, glancing at the book then at me raising her eye brows. "Right of course, like I'll believe that!"
"Well you see it's old and it's a testament and then TADA you get… Thhheee Oooold Testament! Impressive huh?"
"That's not what I meant and you know it but never mind I'll let it slide for now." She smirked and walked away closing the door behind her.
Since when did my mum smirk!? Damn that Zach! I checked that I couldn't hear her footsteps anymore and reached for my computer. I opened it up again, taking my phone in the process as well. I switched it on and realized I had a text message from one certain Zachary Goode.
ZG: Hey! How are you?
CM: Fine.
ZG: Cool, we haven't heard from you in a while so I got your number from Josh.
CM: I see.
ZG: Well I'm good as well, thanks for asking.
CM: I didn't.
ZG: Hun, right well… That was sarcasm for your information. What are you doing?
CM: None of your business.
ZG: Am I disturbing you?
CM: Yes.
ZG: Are you sure?
CM: Yes, quite.
ZG: Am I annoying you?
CM: Yes.
ZG: Wow are you talkative or what!
CM: I'm talkative when I want to be, but here is what you need to know that will show you that I don't want to speak to you: answering you with almost only one word replies (not including this one); not asking questions; and not trying to keep the conversation going. Keep those in mind for next time, the time after that and after that and so on and so forth.
ZG: …. So that's what you were doing…
CM: Oh.
ZG: I get it now… Bye I guess.
CM: Finally.
ZG: Don't bother to say bye.
CM: Wasn't planning on it.
I would never comprehend this boy! I couldn't stand him but I was infatuated with him at the same time! And I didn't even realize it because it was subconscious! Scratch that: I didn't even notice up till now! I didn't want to admit it but truth be told I in no way wanted that conversation to end which is why I obviously had to stop the conversation immediately. I still don't understand why, I mean he spends his time mocking me, being rude and is a perverted psycho.
He is good looking, with his green eyes and dark hair and you have to admit that the way he looks at you makes you melt even when he's being a jerk!
No stop it, don't think of him like that even if he does look at you as if you're the most important thing in the world.
And that he would cherish you forever!
Insult me forever more like!
I shook my head, having an internal war with myself was not a excellent idea. Zach's so stolid it would never work. I burried my face into my pillows as I remembered that I still had my date this Saturday.
Bex's POV: (Saturday)
"Hi." A deep voice said quietly.
I looked up from the book I was reading on my front porch.
"Hey." I smiled kindly.
"What are you reading?" He asked curiously.
I showed him the cover.
"Title seems interesting… What is it about?"
"Oh it's a really great book!" I scooted over on the couch, giving him room and looking at him earnestly." I explained excitedly. "I'm glad you asked!" I closed the book and read the back: "Liars and Truth-Tellers: Who do you trust? Few are aware of the existence of those called Liars and Truth Tellers and others think them legends. Sebastien thought those people as myths, stories to put children to bed but when he finds out that he has one year to find the one that will allow him to live, he finds his path crossed with very interesting people, with special talents, two in particular. Liars: They can tell you a lie and make you have a vague memory of what they say as being true. You could doubt what they say. Truth Tellers: People think they can not lie and they use this to their advantage. They can tell you a lie and make you a hundred percent sure that it is true. You cannot doubt what they say only a Liar can make you recall the truth." I stopped for a breath. "I know it's really confusing but you should totally read it! I'll lend it to you if you want; it's not a girls book it's for both sexes! You'd love it!"
"Okay… I think I followed that." He confirmed with a confused expression on his features.
"Sure you did, I can totally tell!"
He chuckled, we had been spending a whole lot of time together since the boys and him had come to our high school. "I'm sure I would like the book Bex but I came here on a tight schedule."
I lost my grin. "Really? That's a shame Grant." I replied disappointedly.
"I would call what I'm about to do a lot of things Rebecca but 'a shame' is not one of them and I hope it won't be." He whispered as he leaned in towards me, one of his hands cupping my cheek.
"BEX!" I heard someone screech! I turned my head away from Grant's reluctantly.
"What is it Cams?" I asked irritated at being interrupted right at that moment.
"I'm so sorry for disturbing you but I need your help! It's urgent; I only have four hours left! Please come to my house now!" She proclaimed motioning me to follow her.
I sighed, shutting my book and looking back at Grant. "I've got to go Grant but we really have to continue this conversation later." I smiled apologetically at him a hopeful glow in my eyes.
He nodded not meeting my eyes. I dropped his hand and hurried after Cammie biting my lip. Did he regret what he was about to do? I felt so embarrassed!
Grant's POV:
My hands balled up into fists as I tried to calm myself down. How could I have done something so stupid! A girl like Bex would never like me in that way, especially not after only a little more then a month! We're just friends, at least to her we are. But being friends is better then not being anything with her. Next time I saw her I would excuse myself for what I had almost done, I would explain that I hadn't been thinking straight and that I didn't know what came over me. I nodded convincingly. I left her front porch.
Five hours later I left the house to go walk that dog Zach had borrowed from the agency to be able to keep an eye on Cammie when she walked the other dogs. It may be a special-trained dog but he still needed to be walked like any other doggie.
"We can get the dog!", "I'll walk him and everything!" I exclaimed in a voice that was supposed to resemble Zach's. "Right so why is it that it's always me who has to walk him?!" I hollered to the thin air.
The dog, whose name I didn't even know stopped and cocked his head at me. I crouched down to his level, ruffling his hair.
"You need a name don't you bud?"
He wagged his tail as if he understood what I had just said to him.
"Well… What would you say to being called Zachy-Poo?" I asked.
He wagged his tail again and sat down expectantly.
"You like it?" I raised my brows incredously. I shook my head realizing that I was asking a dog if he liked his name. "Of course you do Zachy-Poo." I chuckled.
I saw Bex leaving someone else's house, her mind seemingly else where I turned away from her not ready to have to lie about my feelings to her just yet. Suddenly I heard running footsteps behind me so I twirled around just in time to catch Bex in my arms as she tripped over the edge of the side walk. Her arms wrapped around my neck to keep herself from falling. I looked down at her and met her beautiful eyes as her chin rested against my chest. She smiled at me gaily.
"If you regret what you almost did earlier then I have to do this before I never get the chance again." She whispered and I had to lean in slightly to hear her words. She then jumped up off the ground and her lips met mine with a passion I had never felt before. I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground as I kissed her back softly, loving her lips on mine. Her fingers curled in my hair as her legs 'popped' as some would say. All her weight was on me and I fell back onto the floor, the long green grass cushioning my fall.
A/N: That done! I hope it was okay... The next chapter is... Hold onto your hats people (just kidding): Cammie and Zach's date! I already have part of that chapter written down but it will still take at least a week to post I hope you can be patient with me! Review to give me constructive critism and to tell me what you thought or just read it. You choose.