Everyone went home to get a good night's sleep. The dance was tomorrow and from what I heard a lot of people were going to it. We dropped Kyle off and Grant drove back home.

When we got home there were a lot of cars parked outside, probably 20 cars up and down the street and both sides. Grant went down the drive way and slammed on the brakes. There were people walking right in front of us. He honked.

"Pedestrians have the right of way!" the guy shouted. It was a senior from school. Why was he here? Grant got out of the car.

"Not if you're on fucking private territory," he shouted.

"Grant?" the kid asked shocked. I saw Grant walk over there. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car and walked around to the driver's seat. I didn't want to see what was about to happen. Mace was doing her nails as if nothing was going on.

"Hey, bro. I'm gona park it," I told him. Grant just waved me off. I got in and opened the garage door, then I drove down into it. I shut the garage door. Mace went in but I made sure there were no kids sneaking in. Just as I thought, a boy slid under the door on a skateboard just as it was about to close. I opened the garage door leading out and pointed at the kid, then the door. He got up and walked out. I shut the door and locked it. Mace better be locking things up there.

I made sure no one could get in from the garage then walked upstairs.

"I'm home!" I yelled.

"Hi dear! Can you do a favor for me and double check I got all of the windows on the main floor?"

"Sure!" At least my mom was smart. She was going to make sure no kids were going to end up in our house tomorrow. Because I didn't want to wake up to having some kid on my bedroom floor.

It's happened before.

Let's say the kid didn't show up for a week at school because of some 'men' in my household. He got to stay at the hospital instead.

I went to the work room and gym first. The windows were all locked and the curtains drawn. I locked the doors, just in case they were able to get in the window somehow. The living room should be fine. My mom was going to be in there all night. I didn't bother with the main door, there was a little chime that went off every time it was opened. Okay, I have an over protective brother and you wonder what kind of father I have? He's worse.

"Where's dad?" I yelled to mom from the other side of the house.

"He's at the party," she replied. I gulped. Great. My dad was going to humiliate me and Grant was going to kill every person there who laughs at him. This was just perfect.

I didn't care about the kitchen because my mom would probably be hanging out there too. I ran up the stairs. Mace's room was shut, signaling that she was in there. I didn't care about Grant's room because he had no window; I went to my parent's room and locked the window. Then I went to my room. All the windows were locked and I should be good. I opened my door and some kid was in there. I tried to scream but he put his hand around my mouth. I flipped the light on.

"Sh, it's just me Gallagher Girl."

Oh, like that's supposed to help!

"Wut our yew-" he took his hand of my mouth.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"Wanted to talk a little heart to heart," he said. I rolled my eyes. I walked over and shut my door and locked it. Then I went over to shut the drapes.

"5 minute tops," I told him as I flopped on my bed.

"Where should I start?" he asked me. I don't know, he was the one who wanted to talk to me!

"4 minutes 23 seconds," I said counting in my head.

"Okay, I'm really sorry about Tina-" I pointed to the door. I didn't want to talk about that.

"No, okay. I wanted to say thanks for helping me in the game today. You really helped me with my focus." He paused.

"I really like you Cammie and I want another chance." I just looked at him with bored eyes.

"Will you please go to the dance with me tomorrow?" He pulled out a white rose from his letterman's jacket. My eyes widened a fraction. White roses were a signal of truelove. I mean red are plenty nice… but it's hard to find white roses at times like these. They mostly sell the red ones.

I took the rose and put it in the middle of the red ones Kyle had given me.

"Sorry, Zach. Kyle already asked me. Maybe some other time," I responded. Even if I hated his guts, I couldn't turn him down. How sad is that?

"How about dinner then? Dinner on Sunday?"

"I'll think about it," I replied. I would have to think all of this over. I mean, he pulls something like that on me and he thinks I'll go out to dinner with him? That's weird. Plus Kyle and I… well I don't know what we were but I knew we were something.

And what about the whole Tina thing? I mean, that he did do. There was no way he wasn't guilty. He was going to explain himself… but I didn't want to hear it.

The only way that was going to end was badly.

I noticed he was in my room still. I looked up. "Yeah?"

"Do you want to come to the party?" he asked.

"Your drunken frat party? No thanks. I don't want to get hit up." He stared at me with wide eyes. Well, his house was making a lot of noise and I'm sure things would be broken… plus I don't really trust the boys at our school...

"Your dad and brother are there. You're not going… nothing is going to happen to you." I thought about it. He did have a point.

"Bex is there."

"I'll get ready." he chuckled. I ran to my closet and took off my white sweats.

"Holy- Give me a warning!" Oops. He was still in here.

"It's not like I'm not wearing shorts, Zach," I said as if it were no big deal. I guess it was. I slipped on some gray sweats instead and put my hair into a lose ponytail.

"I'm going to hop the balcony," he said grinning.

"What's gotten you into such a good mood?" I asked him.

"You're ass." My jaw dropped. He softly put his hand on my jaw and shut it.

"You are a fucking sexist!" I yelled grabbing a pillow and hitting him. He laughed. Once he was out of my room I locked my balcony door.

What the hell was I going to do about Zach and Kyle?

~*~*~*~

I walked out the front door and walked to Zach's. The door was opened. Okay, what was he inviting the whole neighborhood? I walked on in with my hands in my pockets.

"IT'S THE MORGAN GIRL!" a guy yelled. Suddenly everyone was pouring in from upstairs, downstairs, outside, you name it.

"Cammie!" Bex yelled. She ran up and hugged me. There was some wolf whistles. "They're just jealous," Bex said rolling her eyes.

Naw. Our school is just full of perverts.

We walked outside, seeing no one was out there. There was a bonfire going on and all necessities for smores. I smiled and I put a marshmallow on a stick and started roasting it. No one was out here. I chuckled as I thought of what would happen if some of the branches caught fire or if the smoke started to burn the woods.

That would be bad.

I looked over and Mace's room was black. She went to bed already? I looked downstairs and the curtains were all pulled. Wow, mom really didn't want anyone coming in. Our house looked kind of scary.

"There's my favorite girl," I heard a voice call. Bex glared at him. I forgot, she still hates him.

"Hi, Zach," she replied drily.

"Sorry, Bexy, but Cammie's the one for me!" he told her as he came around to put his arms around my neck. I rolled my eyes.

"Get lost or I'll go get Grant," Bex threatened.

"Cammie and I will just have a little fun while you're gone," he laughed. My eyes widened. Bex flipped out her cell phone.

"Are you drunk?!" I exclaimed turning around to face him. He wasn't at all focused.

"You're telling me you were serving beer?! The school's going to have your head Zach!" Bex yelled.

"Grant? I need you outside. K, bye," she said closing her phone. "Better run, Goode."

"Like snow white? No way, man." Yep, he was drunk. I might as well try to save him.

"Hey, Zach, where'd you get the beer?" I asked him. I saw Bex's jaw drop. I winked. She threw her hands up in the air.

"Some seniors brought it," he smiled to me. "Want to go get some?"

"Uh, Bex, let's go 'have some fun'," I told her. She caught my vibe.

"You know, I am a little stressed from a certain Goode's horrible football play," she muttered.

"I'm not that bad!" he defended himself.

"How many did you have?" I asked him.

"Only one. There isn't enough for round 2."

Where are the parents at times like this?

"Go downstairs, and ask a boy named Tom."

"Be right back!" I cheerily replied before going off.

When I said I didn't want to go to a drunken frat party I didn't know I was going to be so close guessing the right thing.

"You aren't serious about him are you?" Bex asked me as we went inside to stop them all from getting in trouble.

There were big noises from downstairs. That's where everyone was. I walked down.

Right into the principal.

Shit.

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i didn't really like this chapter but it was needed.

battle between kammie and zammie! review! C: