"Wow…mom…and dad? I guess you're back." Cammie said flatly when she saw both her parents eating dinner. Without her. That was just perfect. You just got home from a very exhausting and annoying school day and you see your parents having dinner, without you. Fantastic.

"Hi Cameron, how was school? Bex called, she told me you've been stressed about the Student Council Election lately?" Rachel Morgan stood up from her chair and put an arm around her wasted daughter. In a split second, Cammie's father was doing the same too. Before Cammie knew it, they were group-hugging already.

"Yeah, I guess I was," she cleared her throat. "Now, I'm not. I'm perfectly feeling okay now. Thanks to Mr. Solomon." She suddenly remembered the words "balance" and "focus" and then rolled her eyes.

"Joe Solomon? He's a good friend of mine back in high school." Her father said. Cammie faced her mother who did nothing but have this annoying look on her face-the I'm-going-to-take-care-of-you-my-daughter look.

"You're friends with Mr. Solomon? The English teacher?" Cammie felt her face reddening. Mr. Solomon was like her crush, and then she'd find out her father knew about him. How weird would that be if she told her father she had a crush on Mr. Solomon? If Mr. Solomon and her father were pals back in high school, that meant…Mr. Solomon was just as old as her father. Suddenly she felt dizzy, she wanted to puke. Mr. Solomon could be her father already!

"Honey, are you feeling alright?" her father asked, she only managed to nod and smiled weirdly before she pulled away from her parents embraces and excused herself to her bedroom.

Her room smelled like heaven, it was a mixture of berries and lemons. She sank to her bed without changing into her PJs, without taking her shoes off. It was unusual for her to be lying on her king-size bed especially because she was a very obsessive-compulsive individual, but who cared? The day could never be more unusual for her.

Suddenly a 50's telephone ring was coming out from Cammie's mobile phone. It was gradually becoming loud, and gradually vibrating more and more…

Cammie got half awakened by the sound of her phone, she couldn't open her right eye and her hand just wouldn't reach out to her pocket. The phone was making her thigh itch because of the vibration. She clicked the green button without opening her eyes and managed a moan to the mic.

"Cammie?"

Even without thinking, without breathing, without doing anything, she'd know whose voice it was. It had always been the voice she'd been hearing inside her head ever since Senior year started. That annoying, bugging, nagging voice.

"That's really nice, disturbing my slumber." Cammie cleared her throat, scratched her right eye and convinced herself to sit up. She glanced at her radio clock and realized it was already eight thirty in the evening, and she still had to "balance" and "focus" on her schoolwork.

Zach sighed before answering. "You can't be asleep this time, we need to study harder, right?"

"I'm starting to believe you're a weird psycho slash psychic from outerspace. How the hell did you know I was sleeping?"

"Because your parents told me?"

Cammie's eyes suddenly widened with fear and anxiety. "You talked to my parents?"

Zach snorted. "Yeah, we kind of had dinner together."

Cammie was biting her lip really hard and with too much pressure she didn't care if it bled or misshaped. That guy had got to be kidding her. "Are you inside my house right now?" She didn't need for Zach to respond, she just shut the phone, brushed her teeth and marched downstairs with fury. Her feet were doing this annoying clanks on the spotless floor.

"Good morning mom, dad, and…" she hesitated. "Zachary."

Her parents were still in the same clothes as she'd seen her when they first got home which meant they'd been talking to Zach for quite some time already.

"You didn't tell us you were having problems with one of your classes." Rachel waited for her daughter to make an alibi or whine but nothing came out of Cammie's mouth.

"You didn't tell me you were coming to my house." Cammie ignored her mother and shot a glare at Zach.

"Well…you agreed for us to tutor each other, right?" Zach grinned innocently, making Cammie's parents smile too. "And Cammie, your parents are so nice, and the food was nice too." It really irritated Cammie when she felt her stomach suddenly growling. Zach ate dinner with her parents while she was asleep. How unfair was that?

"Mom and Dad, this is Zachary Goode, he's in my class." She smiled at her happy parents who occasionally made faces at each other like Zach was a guy Cammie liked.

"You know what, honey?" her dad touched her arm gently. "We're really exhausted. It was a long flight and we still need to settle some accounts early in the morning." Her dad faced Zach. "Zach, do you mind if we leave you now?"

Zach smiled like an eight year-old and shook his head. "Definitely not, Mr. Morgan. It was nice meeting you, and you too Mrs. Morgan." They shook hands.

"Don't worry, we're just kind of tutoring each other. It won't be for too long." Cammie explained, clenching her fists. Seriously, shaking hands with her parents?

"It's fine, Cammie. Take your time." Rachel said and before they knew it the Morgan

parents ascended to the stairs and disappeared. There was a short period of silence before Zach opened his mouth and started babbling.

"Kind of?" Zach frowned. "Kind of tutoring?" he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Cammie. That's a nice term. Kind of tutoring?"

Cammie frowned back. "What's wrong with kind of?"

Zach's eyes were narrowing. "So you really didn't want to tutor me, did you? You're not even serious about it!"

Cammie bit her lip, this time it was not out of fury or nervousness, it was out of insanity. "Are you crazy? Did you really think I was okay with this tutoring thing? All my life, there's just only one person I taught. You know who that is? Myself. And now I'm going to tutor some-" she was cut off.

"Some what? Some lame pathetic loser who was stupid in English?" Zach gritted his teeth. Cammie could see the guy was being serious (probably the first time) and she was feeling weird about it. Darn, the guy really did look serious. As in, business serious. As if businessmen talking about money.

"Chill it, okay?" Cammie managed a nervous chuckle. "Kind of was just an expression. And what is your deal anyway? I'm going to have to tutor you whether I like it or not."

Zach's face still hadn't changed. It was still the same annoyed and furious Zach. "You know what I think?" He walked to Cammie so they were only a coffee table apart from each other. "I think you just agreed to this tutor thing to impress Mr. Solomon. And you weren't really sincere at all. Damn, why did I even come to your house? I wasted four hours waiting for someone who's not really sincere to tutor and to be tutored."

Cammie squinted. "Four hours?" she wanted to laugh. "Why didn't you wake me up? Nobody told you to bond and have dinner with my parents. And who told you to wait that long? Even I would never wait that long."

Zach got this disgusted look on his face. "Yeah, of course you wouldn't."

Cammie felt like she was freezing or something. There was really something in Zach's face that sent chills to her spine, and it was not in a romantic way. His eyes looked like they wanted to eat her. "Wow, you're mad?" she didn't know if it was the right thing to ask.

Zach's jaw clenched and she saw him swallow a big lump.

"Look, I've had enough of your drama. You just wait here and I'll get my things so we could start this silly tutor thing."

Cammie raced to her room like a madman, her body was cold and sweating at the same time, and she was really creeped out. She slung her bag into her shoulder and raced downstairs, but she found the living room empty. She glanced at the window and saw Zach's car disappearing.

She thought, Damn, that guy's fast and furious.

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