"So…I've heard, Josh Abrams helping you in your campaign?" Zach slipped into a chair in Cammie's table when they were in the library. It couldn't be denied that Zach just moved swiftly…so swift nobody ever saw him slip into the library. Zach was someone who stood at least ten meters away from the library except when necessary.

"You threatened?" Cammie said without looking up. She gripped the ballpen tighter so it wouldn't slip from her sweaty palms.

Zach let out a soft laugh…so soft nobody could even notice or hear. "I don't think so. But I would have to say, challenged. He's gorgeous, he could influence a couple of ladies into voting for you."

Cammie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe this guy. How could he think she couldn't win all by herself? Of course she didn't need Josh to win. She would win in her own.

When Zach noticed Cammie wasn't interested in talking to him, he leaned in closer, their heads only one or two inches away from each other. His hand gently tapped on the table which annoyed Cammie.

"What do you want, exactly?" Cammie asked in a soft whisper. Most likely, hissing.

Zach stared at her blankly for ten minutes or so before opening his mouth to speak. "If I told you, would you give it to me?"

Cammie leaned her face closer. "Try me."

The corner of Zach's mouth curled up, exposing his pearl white teeth. It was so white it looked fake already. But heaven knew it wasn't.

"A date, perhaps?"

She didn't look perplexed or anything. In fact she didn't feel anything at all. It was like she was just listening to one of Mr. Solomon's boring lectures. It just went to her normally, as if she weren't shock to be asked out in a date by no other than Zachary Goode. The guy who stole her chair.

"Why would you want to have a date with me?" she asked coolly.

Zach felt himself swallow a massive lump in his throat, and it was so stubborn it was stuck in his esophagus. One moment he was trying to make Cammie anxious, and now he was the one feeling anxious. What the hell did the girl possess?

"Nuthin, I'm just bored."

Cammie raised an eyebrow, dropping her pen. "Why me, then? Why not any other girl? I could suggest some pretty girls if you want."

Zach licked his lips twice and breathed deeply. Why did he feel like there were wild creatures in his stomach when Cammie just looked perfectly calm and cool?

"Because," he swallowed and made sure he didn't have any trace of anxiety on his face. "I just want to. It's just a yes or no." He said flatly.

"What if yes?"

Zach felt himself grinning. "Then runaway with me now. I know a good place."

Cammie wanted to roll her eyes but she managed to just smile.

"What if no?"

"I'll ask you again." Zach smiled sweetly, tapping on the table, waiting patiently for Cammie's yes.

On the other hand, there was Cameron Morgan, feeling her ankles freezing up all the way to her neck, her fingertips were ice cold. She was damn sure Zach was just doing it so she'd get distracted from her campaign, not because it was something else. But why was she even thinking twice about saying no?

Cammie let out a grin and closed her notebook shut, standing up from her chair, fixing her clothes.

"Is it a yes?" Zach stood up too, leaning closer to her.

Cammie grinned sarcastically. "Nice try, Goode. But the thing is, you're not really good at distracting people. You have to work on your moves. Gotta go."

Cammie grabbed all her things, walked away slowly leaving Zach grinning to himself like a madman.

She's a big work.

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