"Man, I can't believe you're here," Zach didn't look too pleased when he saw me coming out of Macey's car. Everybody was right—Macey's beach house was just too big, even bigger than I had imagined. And it was fancy…

"I can't believe you're here either," I said flatly, not even looking at him. Grant was apparently out of sight.

"So Iemme guess," he inched closer to me, nudging my elbow mockingly. "You came here for Grant, right?"

I snorted, still ignoring him. Maybe I went here for Grant, but that wasn't everything. I wanted to enjoy the summer before Senior year too. Not just because I wanted to flirt with Grant or something like what he was thinking.

"I wish I could bring Alison—"

I glared at him and he shut up at once. "Can you please stop?"

He licked his lips and sighed. "I told you, that guy is not for you. He's practically dated every girl 'round here and I know you do not want that kind of guy."

If only he knew what Grant told me last night…he wouldn't be able to say that. Maybe Grant dated a lot of girls, but he liked me. That was the important thing here. He did not like Alison and Bex, he liked me.

"You're wrong," I just grinned, remembering Grant's words in my mind.

"Oh, yeah?" Zach smirked. "I think you know what I mean."

"You know," I swallowed and moved closer to him so that he'd hear my words clearly. "Last night, he told me he liked me, and only me." I couldn't hide the pride in my voice.

He started bursting into laughter and I wanted to hit him in the face. He was making me feel so stupid. "You actually bought that? I could tell you I like you and not mean it. Any guy could tell that to you."

Yeah he was right, but Grant wasn't actually the type who would just say things just for the sake of saying them.

"He really means it, I know it." I smirked.

He just grinned. "Okay, don't cry to me when he starts searching for another girl."

Ugh!

"You're just jealous because no decent girl would ever like you." I smirked again. I loved the feeling of having something to boast about to Zach.

"Like Grant is decent!" he snapped.

"Of course, he is."

He grinned wickedly. "Let's see."

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"So people," Macey cleared her throat. "You could occupy all the rooms in this house, just don't occupy the room that's got a pink door 'cause that's mine." She grinned sweetly, batting her eyelashes. "If you need anything, this place's got everything."

Yeah yeah I knew that already. The place was practically surrounded by bars and restaurants. And of course, a very wonderful beach.

"So yeah…" everybody just watched Macey drool. "There's gonna be a party tonight and we better fix ourselves.."

"So are you coming to this party?" Zach suddenly whispered to my ear. For a moment, I thought it was Grant but when I smelled his perfume, I knew it wasn't. It was Zach's aftershave smell.

"No," I said at once. "I'm tired and everything. I just want to eat and sleep."

"Great," his breath was warm on my ear. I shivered a little.

"Yeah…" I said sarcastically. Where was Grant anyway? The last time I saw him was when we were still in Macey's house, shoving our luggage into the car. Now he was out of sight. I wished I had ridden the same car as his…

"So I'm going to reserve us a table at this restaurant," he handed me a key with a weird golden chain attached to it. It said McHenry Beach House. Of course. "You go to our room and get changed."

Say what?

I just stared at him with a questioning look.

"I said," he went high-volume. "You change and I'll meet you in the restaurant."

"Why are you giving me this damn key?" I frowned.

"Well, it is the key to our room. Apparently, I locked it and you wouldn't be able to go inside the room because it is locked. So you'll need the key for that."

Weird silence.

"Wait, what? Why do I need to change into your room? I have my own room, right?" I said.

He frowned, looking as puzzled as I was. "I told Macey we're gonna be in the same room. So she didn't reserve a room for you."

"What?" I frowned.

"Well, I said we're going to share a room…"

"Who told you I'm going to share the room with you?" I snapped.

"We always share the same room." He said in a matter-of-factly tone. He was right, but…no, I just couldn't share the same room with him. This little sleepover was supposed to be really reserved for me only. No parents, no friends, no Zach. Some alone time.

"But this time, we're not going to! I'm going to ask Macey for a room." I pushed to him the keys and I felt a prick in my heart when I saw that he was upset.

"So…" he breathed as he licked his lower lip. "You really don't want to hang out with me, huh?"

It wasn't that.

"No, not that—" I tried to explain but he cut me off.

"It's cool," he forced a smile. "I guess I should get used to the new you."

So this was his strategy of torture? Making me guilty? Of course he knew I'd be guilty, he didn't have to try it.

"Fine," I grabbed the keys from his hand. "I'll meet you here in ten minutes, I'll just change."

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"Hey Cammie," I heard Grant call behind me and I saw Zach roll his eyes. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Me too." I croaked, unable to hide my excitement.

"Who cares?" Zach muttered almost inaudibly. I glared at him but he didn't see me, his eyes were fixed on Grant, he had this I-will-eat-you look on his eyes.

"I reserved us a table," Grant said. "So shall we?"

Darn.

"Actually," Zach smirked. "We're having dinner together."

Oh man! Couldn't he just shut up? This was actually my chance to have a decent date with Grant.

"We were supposed to be there a few minutes ago but she had to change clothes and everything and our room is far."

Grant flinched a little. "So you're sharing rooms?"

Zach nodded, grinning wickedly. "We always do."

I just hated him so much! SHUT UP!

"I'm so sorry, Grant. I wish I could have dinner with you but I'm having dinner with Zach, maybe tomorrow?" I bit my lip, hoping he'd say yes. Please say yes…

"No," Zach said at once. "You can't. I booked us already for the rest of the week."

I frowned. "You said you still haven't reserved any tables."

Grant started to smile and Zach just gritted his teeth, probably making up some excuses again. Making up some lies..

"Well, I reserved a table for tonight." Grant grinned. Zach rolled his eyes.

"No," Zach grabbed my wrist. "We're having dinner outside."

I was practically begging Zach to let me go, but he didn't want to. His grip around my wrist was too tight as if to tell me I couldn't have dinner with Grant. He was so cruel. I actually went here to spend time with Grant even for just a while…how could he be so selfish? We practically had dinner every night.

"I guess I'll just see you around." He smiled, waved, and left.

I knew what those see-you-around statements mean. That only mean I'm-never-gonna-ask-you-out-again. That was my last chance and Zach made me blow it.

"See what you did?" I spat on him, trying to pull my wrist free from his grip. That was my last chance! He asked me out and actually prepared for it. He reserved a table.

He looked irritated. "Can you see the look on that guy's face? He's such a douche."

"What is so douche about asking a girl out for dinner? And, he has a reservation. You don't!" I said, crossing my arms to my chest.

"Are you upset that you're not having dinner with him?" his eyes widened in disbelief. "That dude is something not to be upset about."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. "I don't get it," I faced him. "Why are you keeping him away from me, are you jealous?"

He didn't say anything so I just rolled my eyes. "You're not jealous, then what? Why are you always butting in?"

"Because he's not the guy for you."

"How are you supposed to know that? You barely know him."

"He's just not. Period." He said firmly.

"Then who is?" I snapped.

He gritted his teeth and looked away. "I don't know. Just not him."

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