Hey it's me again, guess what? ZACH P.O.V! Just threw that in to shock you all. Thanks for all the lovely reviews and please give me advice!-KM x

Chapter 10

Zach POV

"Zachary Goode!" my mom screeched. "Get up NOW!" Eugh. I swore into my pillow and then fumbled blindly for my phone, hitting speed dial 2 and calling Josh, all without lifting my head from my bed. Impressive. I heard a raspy cough on the other line, interrupting my silent self-congratulations.

"Hey. You coming in today?" I mumbled, trying to open my eyes, but they were stuck with sleep.

"Don't think so. Shit, man. What the hell happened last night?" Josh demanded. "I mean, I woke up to find my house trashed, Dillon crashing on my floor with his face fucked up, a voicemail from my parents saying that they'll be back from the pharmaceutical meeting in two house. And then I get downstairs and Joy threatens to tell my mom about the party if I don't tidy the house all by myself. Like seriously, what the fuck?!"

I thought for a moment, and then realized.

"The Morgan's, Josh. That's what happened."

And then I hung up.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I strolled slowly to school, dismissing the fact that I would probably be late. My mind wandered to Cammie. She had been so…fun? And casual too, talking to her was so easy. She was also undeniably hot. Like Macey had been unbelievable, but Cammie was…softer somehow, the sunshine to Macey's harsh black hair and cold blue eyes.

Snapping back to reality, I noticed that I was already in school, and that there was some big commotion going on. Everyone was staring at something with amusement, some almost crying with laughter.

What the hell?

Then I finally pushed through the crowd to see the strangest thing I have ever witnessed.

Cam POV

Shit. Grant was totally gaining on me! I snuck a quick glance at him, intending to send a smug grin, but instead stumbled on a stray rock, Grant effectively overtaking me. Damnit!

We were inside the school gates now, more people than ever staring at us. I guess we did look kinda strange. But we are strange. Get used to it, kids.

"First to the flagpole wins!" Grant yelled, pointing to the white pole right outside the school doors. I just ran harder, refusing defeat. And then I saw my only chance. Summoning every ounce of my inner gymnast, I leapt onto a passing bench, using it as a boost to propel through the air, pushing off Grant's shoulders and landing with my arms and legs wrapped around the flagpole. (Ninja)

"YESS!" I cried. I slid slowly down the pole, my face turning solemn. I looked up at my panting brother with puppy dog eyes.

"Granty?" I said in a sweet baby voice. "Do you know what this means?"

"What Cam," he muttered, looking wary, not meeting my eyes.

I threw my arms out. "VICTORY DANCE!" I crowed, proceeding to dance idiotically and sing 'We are the champions' by Queen, yelling at the top of my lungs.

"NOO TIME FOR LOOOSERS, CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONNNSS….OF THE WORLD," I bellowed, purposefully elongating "Losers". I finished my crazy dance and bowed dramatically to an imaginary crowd.

Except…it wasn't imaginary. People started clapping and cheering, making me blush. I had totally forgotten that we were in school. A new school. Cringe. I could see Bex and Liz practically wetting themselves.

Suddenly everyone straightened up, the laughter stopping abruptly. It could only mean one thing. Teacher alert! Unfortunately, I was correct.

An old, severe looking lady dressed in the school tracksuit stormed up to Grant and me, her face unreadable.

"You two Morgan's, my office now," she demanded, pointing to inside the school.

I gulped. This teacher was fucking scary, man. Bowing my head, I stepped quickly behind her, accepting my fate.

Shit.