Okay, this is the only chapter with someone's Pov besides Cammie. I'm sorry It took so long to update! I've been up north camping with my family, the only internet service I got was from my phone, and my mom took that away :( But I got back last night so I wanted to update ASAP :)

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Chapter 10: Conner's Prom Date and Zach's List

Cammie's Pov

Today is the prom, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. I got dressed, ate breakfast, and walked out of my house. I waited for Zach and we walked to school together like we always do.

"So what if Conner forgets to ask me?" I asked Zach on the way. He shook his head.

"Gallagher Girl, I don't think he could forget asking something as important as that," he said trying to smirk but it sort of ended up as a half smile.

"Yeah but it's taken him this long," I said looking down at my feet. Zach stepped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Cammie," this was the first time in a while that I heard him say my name like that, like he was hurt but he was trying to hide it. The last time I heard him talk like that was when I told him and my friends that I was dating Conner. "I promise you will be going to the prom with someone, probably Conner, okay? You shouldn't be down about this. Now Conner is right over there, you should go talk to him," Zach said looking in Conner's direction. I smiled at him.

"Okay, I'll be right back," I said to my best friend. I walked over to Conner.

"Hi Conner, what's up?" I asked him. He gave me a smile, but I could tell it was forced.

"Nothing much, but can I ask you something?" I was hopeful.

"Um, sure," I slightly stuttered.

"Did you understand the fifth problem on the biology worksheet? I got carnivorous," he said as he dug out his biology book. I frowned slightly.

"Um, yeah I got that too. Is there something else you want to ask me?" I asked moving closer to him. He shrugged.

"Nope," he said, trying to convince me of being clueless. I wasn't buying it but I pretended I did.

"Okay, well I'll see you later," I said smiling at him and then turning around. I heard him mumble 'bye' behind me. I walked down the hallway to my locker. I passed Tina on the way, and she gave me an evil smirk. When I got to my locker, Zack was leaning against it. I smiled at him.

"Zach, you didn't have to wait for me, I'm fine by myself," I said that last part a little meaner than I meant it to be. He looked slightly hurt, but shrugged it off.

"I'm fine here waiting for you, as long as you hurry up?" he said, smirking his unforgettable smirk. I put some books in my locker and took some out. We walked to homeroom and got there two seconds before the bell.

Here's how the rest of the morning went.

~Homeroom: Sat next to Zach and listened to the announcements~

~English (My favorite subject!): Sat next to Zach and wrote a creative writing paper on my favorite summer ever. I wanted to do the last summer when Zach and I pretended to date, but instead I picked the summer when our families went to Florida together~

~Science: Sat in-between Zach and Conner as we dissected cow eyes~ (my class had to do that and this boy, Alex, licked the gel-like stuff on the eye)

~Literature: Sat next to Bex and I read a random book on Greek mythology~

~Study Hall: Sat in the library with Zach and talked about random topics while trying to be as quiet as we could~

And finally, lunch. Zach and I walked back to our lockers, put away our books, and walked over to the cafeteria. We were the first ones to our table, and soon after that everybody was there. I sat in-between Conner and Macey, and Zach was across from me.

"So Conner, are you going to prom?" Zach asked lightly as if we've talked about this before. Conner glared at him and asked,

"Well, yes I am, um Cammie, can I talk to you for a minute?" YES! YES! YES!

"Sure," I said smiling. He started walking towards the doors and I followed, but not before mouthing, "Thank you" to Zach. He walked over behind school to the football stadium, and I mean way behind school. He walked up to almost the top of the bleachers. He sat down and I did too.

"Cammie, I'm going to prom, but first, I have to talk to you about something," he said.

"Sure," I said smiling like an idiot.

"Well, I'm going with Tina, not you. You're nice and all, but Tina, now she's hot. You aren't giving me enough to work with, but Tina does. We've been going out since last month and I'm surprised that you haven't noticed. You're just too innocent to be my girlfriend.

If you want any guy to like you, lose some weight, because you need to. Get hotter clothes, because yours are boring. Wear more make-up, because it covers up you face. And stop hanging out with your loser friends, especially Zach. If a guy sees you with him, he's going to think you're dating. But I don't know why any guy would want to date you, you're boring. I got tired of you after a month." This is not what I wanted to hear, not by a long shot. His words hurt me, but they seemed to have no affect on him. Tears were in my eyes, but I hoped they wouldn't fall.

"And guys don't care if you cry. If anything, we wish you wouldn't a waste our time with it. You have a lot to learn about men, real men, not those weaklings you eat lunch with. And I won't be eating lunch with you anymore. I'll be eating it with my way hotter girlfriend. Don't try to get me back, because I was never really yours to begin with.

It really sucks for you since you won't have me in your life, but really, I don't care, at all. See you around, if you ever want to show your face again, loser," he sneered. He smirked Tina's evil, ugly smirk before he left me up there. Once he was out of the stadium, I started to cry harder than I ever had before.

Zach's Pov (A/N: I wanted to put Zach's Pov in there so you would know what was going on while she was gone)

It's been a few minutes since Cammie left with Conner. I don't know why, but I don't like that guy, I don't trust him.

"Where do you think they are?" Bex asked. I kept my eyes on the door where they've been since they left.

"Oh, I bet she said yes and now they're taking a romantic walk in the garden," Liz said in a dreamy voice. I hope she said no—wait—why do I care? I mean, I kind of like her, I guess, but she'll never like me. She seems so happy with Conner. When we went camping, I tried to show her I liked her, but she acted like she didn't like me back. Izzy and I decided to be friends, but we pretended to date to get my mind off Cammie.

I kept watching the doors and then Conner came in, alone.

"Hey guys, there's Conner," Grant said as he figured out what I was looking at. The doors closed behind him but there was no sign of Cammie. Conner came to our table, grabbed his lunch tray, and started to walk away.

"Hey," I said to him. He turned around and he looked annoyed. "Where's Cammie?" He rolled his eyes and walked away. I saw him sit down next to Tina and Tina looked pleased. I looked at my friends.

"I'm going to look for her," I said getting up. I walked out of the cafeteria and I searched everywhere, the north side, the west side, the east side, and all that's left is the south side which is basically the football stadium. I walked through the entrance and looked at the bleachers. I saw Cammie hugging her knees and her head down. I ran over and up to her.

Cammie's Pov

I was curled up, crying when I could hear someone running up the bleachers towards me. I looked up and it was Zach. He came over to me, but he didn't say anything. He sat next to me and he put his arm around me. He didn't ask if I was okay, because obviously I wasn't. I put my head on his shoulder and cried. Since it was the day of junior prom, we only had to have a half day of school and we could stay there as long as we wanted. Zach rubbed my back and rested his head on mine. Zach got a text. My eyes were closed but I could hear him typing on his keypad. He put it away and pulled be closer again. After a while, I sat up and Zach dropped his arm.

"Thanks, I really needed a friend to be there for me, and you always are," I said not even caring what I said at that point.

"It's no problem at all, trust me. So if you don't mind, what happened here?" he asked weakly. I nodded.

"Am I stupid?" I asked, my voice shaking a bit. He looked confused and he shook his head.

"No, of course not," and he tried to find my eyes, but I wouldn't look at them.

"Then why do I feel like I am?" I asked finally looking him in the eyes. He looked at me with an expression I can only describe as caring.

"Cammie, why do you feel stupid?" He asked not looking away from me.

"Because my boyfriend went behind my back for more than half the year," I said as the tears started to fall again. He wrapped his arm around me again. I finally looked at him and he looked happy? Maybe he felt like I did when he broke up with Tina, but probably not. His face changed to guilt, and then sadness.

"Cammie, if he chooses some other girl over you, he's totally not worth crying over," he said giving me a light squeeze. I started crying again. He shifted his weight and held me again.

"It—it wasn't ju—just that he was seeing a—another girl. He—he said some other th—things too," I said in between sobs.

"Cammie what did he say?" Zach asked definitely concerned.

"He said a lot of th—things. He said that I need to lose weight, my clothes are boring, that I need to wear make-up because I'm ugly, and that I should stop hanging out with all my friends, especially you. He said that boys hate it when girls cry because it annoys them and it wastes their time. And that he's taking Tina to prom because she's hot unlike me," I said once my sobs lightened, but of course, after I said that they started again. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, he just held me in his arms and calmed me down.

"Cammie, you don't need to lose weight, you're not sickly thin and you're not fat at all, you're the perfect size. Your clothes are comfortable, cute and happy; they express your personality exactly. You barely wear any make-up and it's a good look for you. If he doesn't like your friends, then that's his problem because we're awesome," I laughed a little at that, "I do hate it when you cry, but that's because I hate seeing you this way, not because it wastes my time or anything. Are you okay now?" I looked up at him from his arms. I nodded but didn't say anything in fear that I would cry again.

"Now, let's go to my house, I think I have an idea to make you feel better," He said. Zach gave me one last hug and then he got up. He held out his hand to me and I took it. We walked out of the stadium, to our lockers, and over to Zach's house.

When we finally got to Zach's house, he led me upstairs to his room. He went over to his bed and took out an old shoebox from under it. His room has changed a lot but there was one this that was the same. The picture of us after my dance recital.

"You still have it," I said quietly looking at him. He looked up from the box and smiled. "What's in the box?" Wow, the last time I said that I hated him. He didn't answer right away but he pulled out a notebook. He stood up and walked over to me.

"This is my notebook on how to make you feel better. I've written down about five proven ideas each year from about kindergarten and they've helped me a lot," he said as he opened the notebook and I saw his bad handwriting.

"Are you saying you have more than fifty ways to make me feel better?" I asked stunned. He smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, and we already did Number 34: Sit and say nothing. I made that one up when your grandpa died in 6th grade. Remember, we just sat on your roof, quiet, and we stayed up there until after midnight. After that, you felt better." I smiled at the memory, not the sad parts, but the nice ones. I nodded.

"And I was thinking, we could use one of the early ones, like from elementary school, take your pick," he said smiling. I took the book from him and started de-ciphering his handwriting. I smiled at the third one.

"Number 1: A kiss makes everything better. Really? You thought a kiss would make me feel better?" I asked laughing a little. He blushed but laughed with me.

"I think that's when we were in kindergarten and you scraped your knee from falling on the sidewalk. I kissed it and you seemed to feel better so I wrote it down," he said as-matter-of-factly.

"Well as I remember, you pushed me but whatever you say…" I smirked at him. He rolled his eyes but smiled. I looked at the book again. I smiled.

"Let's do Number 21: Walk around town aimlessly. We did that after I lost the soccer game for my team because my shoe was untied." He smiled too.

"Alrighty then, let's go," he said holding out his arm and I looped mine through it. We walked out of his house and to, well, everywhere. We walked to the elementary school, to the middle school, and over to the park that we always went to. We sat on the swings and said nothing.

"So I see we're back at Number 34," Zach said trying to break the silence.

"Yeah… we have been through a lot, haven't we?" I said smiling. He looked at me with this weird look. "The weird thing is that you never gave up on me. When my grandpa died, when we hated each other when or soccer teams were competing, when I was being a horrible, horrible friend, you stayed by my side. Why?" I asked him.

"I guess I feel close to you, like I'm your… over-protective older brother," he said smirking, but his words sounded… forced. I smiled despite of it.

"Thanks, it's nice to have someone there for me, no matter what," I said trying not to blush. He was blushing a little too. "So, what now?" I asked. Zach looked down at his feet.

"Well, do you feel better?" He asked me. I smiled.

"Yeah, thanks," I said. He took out his cell phone and said,

"Okay, it's almost 5 so should we be heading back now?" I nodded.

"Sure, let's go," I said. We got off the swings and walked back to my house.

When we got there, we went up to my room and laid down on my bed, watching TV. I looked from my dress to my clock and sighed. Zach looked at me and sat up.

"What is it?" I looked up at him.

"It's almost 6 o'clock and the prom starts in an hour. And I haven't told my friends I'm not going," I sighed again and Zach moved a little closer to me.

"Well, you know… we could… go together… if you want," he said unsure. I looked at him.

"What?" It came out less happy than I wanted it to be. He looked like he wanted to slap himself.

"No, not like that, I mean as friends," he covered. Inside, my stomach was in knots.

"Oh, okay, sure it'll be fun," I said faking a smile. But I wish we were going as more than friends. He smiled.

"Okay, then I'll just go to my room and get changed. I'll pick you up in an hour?" he said getting up from my bed and walking over to the window. I smiled.

"Yeah, do you want to come through the door or the window?" I asked laughing a little. He laughed too.

"Let's be traditional, I'll be at your door in an hour."

"Cool, see you then," I said as he went from my room to his. After I shut my window and closed the curtains, I smiled like I did last summer on our fake date, only better. I went to my closet and took out my dress. I went into my bathroom and changed. Once I was in my dress, (A/N: Which is on my profile) I did my hair, put on some make-up, and I chose the blue-topaz earrings Zach gave me for my birthday earlier this month. It was an hour later when I heard my doorbell ring. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before I walked downstairs. I opened the door to see Zach in a black tux with a light blue tie that matched my dress perfectly. Zach noticed my confusion and smirked.

"I over heard my mom talking to Macey while we were looking for tuxedos. My mom wanted us to go together so she called Macey and asked her what color dress you were going to wear so we would match. Is that okay?" I smiled.

"Zach, its fine, it makes us look like we planned it. So, shall we?" I said smiling. He smiled too and held out his hand.

"We shall," he said and we walked over to his car. When we got to his truck he looked at me.

"You look great," he said smiling, smirking, and blushing at the same time. I looked at him.

"Really?" I asked. He smiled.

"Yes, and I think when Conner sees you, he'll beg you to come back to him," he said that as he started the truck.

After a minute of silence, I looked at him and said, "Thanks." He looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"For what?" he asked.

"For being my date," I said without thinking. He smirked.

"So you're glad you're my date," he said trying to make me crack. I looked at my lap.

"Yeah, I am," I said quietly. I looked at him and he was smirking.

I'm not sure, but I think I heard him mutter, "Me too."

Okay, i hope you all liked it! If I could get 200 reviews, I would love you all :) The next chapter will be up sometime this week, but if I don't get it in by Saturday, it won't be in until the 9th of August because I'm going to sleep-away camp from the 1st to the 7th and I have a family picnic on the 8th, so I better start writing!

Luv ya!

-Liz-Beth :)