"Ms. Morgan, what are you doing here?" the principal asked (okay he has a name. Mr. Principal. No just kidding. It's Mr. Sanders, he likes being called Mr. Steve. But I call him principal).

"Figuring out who was selling beer so I could tell them to knock it off before anyone called you," I explained. He didn't look convinced.

"I got a phone call from some parents that there was alcohol being drunk. I come over and everyone's drunk."

"You can do that alcohol test thing on me, sir. I haven't drunken a drop."

"Cammie! Did you get that beer?" Zach came stumbling in.

Way to go Zach.

Smooth move.

"I will put down every single one of your names," principal continued, "even if you haven't drunk." I stared at him. Then I fixed my glare on Zach. It was his fault for getting me in trouble.

"What?" he asked. Everyone cracked up. Some boys took Zach in a head lock and pulled him into the drunk group.

Peer pressure much. I sighed and went to the principal.

"'Tom' is the one who started this," I told him. I closed my eyes. This was going to be a tough one to explain to my parents. "Where do I have to sign so I can leave?" I asked.

"You really didn't have anything to do with this did you, Ms. Morgan," he told me. I looked up at him. Was he going to be nice to me? I can't trust him.

"No," I replied slowly, watching his every move.

"How about this: we'll make a deal." I looked at him.

"What kind of deal?" I asked curious.

"You and Ms. Baxter have to do an after school activity, and I won't tell your parents and this won't show up on anyone of your records." Wow, wasn't a bad deal. I looked at Bex; she nodded.

"Deal," I told him.

"Excellent."

~*~*~*~

Bex slept over at my house, considering it was so late. She didn't want her parents to come pick her up only to find her at a party with drunk high school-ers. The football team was in for it now. Almost all of the players were down in that basement. If the principal reports them, our football team that had a chance at winning state would be a no-go. But Mr. Steve was starting to soften up. I wonder why.

Well we stayed up late watching movies and eating popcorn. Suddenly there was a huge thump on the glass. Bex and I literally jumped in the air, popcorn flying everywhere. I guess that's what happens in intense moments. I got up and went to the window and pulled back the curtain. There stood Grant. I gave him the 'what the hell are you doing out there?' signal. He gave me the 'unlock the fucking door' signal. I went to the kitchen and let him in.

"What were you doing outside?" I asked him, microwaving water so I could make a pre-packaged hot chocolate (hey, I'm just not as amazing as he is.

"Someone locked everything on me," he said annoyed. I took out the hot water and poured it in a mug with the powder. I mixed it up for him then handed it over.

"Thanks, sis." He took a sip then spit it out, all over our just wiped table.

"What the hell did you put in this?!" he demanded. I did a double take.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked taking a sip. Uh, yuck. That didn't taste like hot chocolate. From my face Grant saw I knew nothing. Then there was recognition on his face.

"Did Mace do the dish-"

"Yeah." You see, Mace hates doing dishes so she doesn't exactly… complete the task.

"You better take out all of the plates too," Grant told me as I started pulling out cups. I glared at him while I pulled everything she touched out. I grabbed a rag and cleaned up his mess even. He just leaned back in the chair and 'supervised' me. Bex came walking in.

"I'm tired, you want to go to bed?" she asked me.

"Bex?!" she turned her head to Grant.

"Oh, hey Grant."

"Uh.. Uh.. Hi!" I almost laughed there. My brother was so hopeless. He was bright red just at the sight of her.

"Let's go to bed, Bex," I said dragging her out of the kitchen to save my brother the embarrassment. We went up to stairs.

"What do you see in him?" I muttered.

"What do I see are you kidding me?!" she exclaimed once she shut the bedroom door. "What is there not to like about him! He's so amazing! He's sweet, over protective, nice, muscular, dreamy-eyed-"

"ALRIGHT," I loudly said, trying to get her to shut up. She sat on my bed and glared.

"What activity are you thinking of taking?" she asked me. I raised my eyebrow. "So we don't get in trouble-"

"I was thinking tennis or cross-country or something. You know, sporty?" I said. She shook her head.

"Wouldn't it be hilarious if we got stuck in cheerleading with those dopes? Oh man that would be HORRIBLE," Bex laughed. I smiled. That would be horrible. Luckily we were able to choose so we should be fine. I turned off the light and crawled into bed.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Bex called from the darkness.

"Oh, I heard about you and your sleeping habits. I do not want to be kicked literally out of my bed by a crazy Bex," I giggled. I felt someone drop right in front of me.

"DEAL WITH IT," she said right into my face. With that I fell asleep, with Bex sleeping on top of the covers, bound to kick me off somehow.

~*~*~*~

I woke up cramped. I groaned as I got up. Something wasn't right. Underneath me wasn't springy. I looked down and felt it. It was my carpet. I looked up to see Bex all over my bed. I giggled and pulled out my cell phone to take a picture.

Snipped.

I woke her up to go downstairs for breakfast. We both went down the stairs to the kitchen. Grant was already up and had pancakes made.

"YOU COOK?!" Bex yelled. Grant startled did a double take.

"Is there a problem?" he asked worriedly.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?" Bex laughed. Grant went beat red. Before Bex could see he went back to making pancakes.

"Just another thing to add," I muttered to Bex.

"I told you! He's bloody brilliant!" she laughed. I saw Grant look down to the pancakes. It would take a while for him to get over that one.

I grabbed a pancake. Well I might as well enjoy embarrassing Grant, I mean he makes sure I don't look at a boy unless he's 'approved'.

"So you excited for the dance?" I asked her. I saw Grant look down but try to listen in.

"Oh I don't know. It's always the same. Only I'll be going with a hot date," she smiled. I tried to contain my laughter. This could get better.

"So you and Grant, huh?" Mace came walking in.

"What a hot couple."

"MACEY," Grant started out.

"Really? You think so? I hope so. I hope it all works out," Bex sighed.

I think Bex was in on our embarrassment plan. She winked.

Yep, she was.

Mace catching up with all of this went on. "Don't you think you could do better than Grant though? I mean he is muscular but he has no brains or," I saw Grant almost crush the plate full of pancakes.

"Here.. You go… guys," he barely managed to mutter out with a fake smile.

"Oh, HI Grant," Mace said trying to 'cover up'.

We ate breakfast in silence. I couldn't take it anymore. I laughed. I laughed so hard dad came out from the work room. Then he laughed because everyone was looking at me like I was high or something. Pretty soon everyone was laughing (well Grant was fake laughing, not understanding what was going on). I got up and put my plate in the sink.

"You're an awesome brother," I told Grant ruffling his hair as I walked on by. I saw him put it back in place out of the corner of my eye.

"What time is it?" Mace asked. She always slept in on Saturdays. She just does, no idea why.

"2:35," Grant replied checking the stove. I stared at Bex. We over slept that much too?!

"The dance is in 3 hours?! Why didn't someone wake me up!" Mace shrieked as she ran upstairs. "LET'S GO CAMMIE!" she yelled at me. I sighed. Bex raised an eyebrow questioning everything.

"Mace gets-" she nodded. No words were needed with Mace. We walked upstairs to Mace's room. She already had everything laid out.

"Cammie, hop in the shower. 20 minutes tops," she commanded me. I grabbed a towel and went to the shower.

I heard her order Bex to do something. Sucker, she had to prep with Mace. I took a quick shower and got out.

"You're 4 minutes 11 seconds late!" Mace yelled at me as she sat me down on a chair. She started blow drying my hair.

"Shower. Now. Baxter." Bex went running off. Ha ha ha. I bet she wishes she didn't sleepover now.

Mace kept blow drying my hair.

"Ugh, Cammie we are going to have to cut your hair soon." I grabbed my hair. I liked it! "You have so many split ends it's crazy!" she told me as she removed my hands. Bex came running in with a towel in her hair.

"Good, you're early. You can just sit on the bed while I finish up with Cammie," she ordered Bex. Bex did as told.

"So you excited to get to dance with Kyle tonight?" Mace asked me teasingly. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, Mace. I'm dying to get a chance to dance with him. He's so amazing. Oh, did I tell you about his amazing basketball skills? I could die right there. And the way he looks, wow. And those piercings, they are so cool, it just proves how tough he is," I said. It was all sarcastic. I heard a thump from the door and then footsteps.

We all looked at each other and I opened the door.

Aw~ there was a teddy bear holding a rose.

A white one.

Oops.

~*~*~*~

"So Zach heard you saying stuff about Kyle, who cares," Bex said. I felt kind of bad.

"It's not like he hadn't invited you to talk to him only for you to walk in on him making out with another girl," Mace said straightening my hair.

"I think it's your fault for ruining Cammie's hair," Bex pointed out. "I mean you straighten it then curl it? That's got to be mucho damage."

"You are going way off track from the conversation," Mace annoyed said to Bex. Wow, she has guts talking to an upper classmen like that. But then she does it all the time to Grant and me.

That conversation ended there as Bex and Mace fought about hair, then they started talking about treatments. I rolled my eyes. This was getting no where.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About 3:30," Bex replied. Mace went full attention to my hair.

Bex got up and started blow drying her hair, talking to Mace about Grant. Yeah, of course Mace knows everything about guys. I'm the sheltered one who doesn't care. She's the one who knows all but thinks all guys are not right… for her at least.

Finally my hair was all straight, and Mace made me put on my dress now. I put it on and went up to the closet door (Mace's door is made of glass, which is perfect for her.

"You look… stunning," Bex finished. Did I really look okay?

"Wow, I amaze myself sometimes," Mace complimented. She guided Bex over to the chair and started to work her magic. She curled her hair (didn't straighten it) and made her go put on her dress.

"Uh, my dress is at home," Bex said when Mace told her. Mace huffed and went to her closet and pulled out a blue dress. There was no way it would fit Mace but it would fit Bex.

"Wear this then," she said, forcing Bex into the dress. It was a blue shimmery gown. It went to about mid calf and it was so loose and it looked really cute. It was a strapless one so Bex got real hesitant.

"What if it falls down or something?" she asked Mace as Mace worked to get it on her.

"You'll be fine, just wear the damn thing!" Mace snapped. Bex did as told. She may be one of the toughest girls in school, but everyone knows not to mess with Mace when it comes to fashion. She put in on and it looked beautiful on her. It fit her perfectly.

"Ha, I'm amazing at ordering sizes," Mace told herself.

"You bought this for me?" Bex asked with disbelief in her voice.

"No," Mace snapped. "But I'll give it to you." Translation: yes I did.

"Come," she ordered me back to the chair. She put my hair into a loose ponytail making that some hair fell from the high pony. Then she curled it and put bobby pins in it. I had no idea how it was going but from Bex's loss of words I'm sure it looked amazing.

Then Mace threw on a dress and curled her hair. Just by curling her hair she looked like a model. I swear. This girl could not be related to me.

"Time," she asked as she did her mascara.

"5:23," Bex replied.

"SHIT! I haven't even done Cammie's makeup!" she grabbed me and sat me down in the chair. Dang, I thought I was going to skip the make up this time. She whipped out her make up and started putting everything on. The doorbell went off.

"Crap, Bex go tell Kyle it will be a few seconds," Mace commanded Bex. She went away.

"And you are done!" she said wiping something off my face. She wheeled me around to the mirror. Wow. I actually looked okay. I had a little blush and not much mascara or eye shadow. I had a little lipstick on and it was pink. "Now go," she ordered me. I got up and walked down, tying to look elligant.

"Hey Cammie," Kyle said as we watched me descend the stairs. I smiled back. He had on his tux and had flowers on his shoulder. He handed over the flowers. This time they were all different sorts of flowers. They smelt good. I went to the kitchen and put them in a vase. Then I went back to the hall. My dad was there.

"Have fun," he smiled. We hugged and he kissed my head. "Have her home by 10," he said glancing at Kyle. He nodded. With that Kyle lead me out of the house.

And to a silver mustang.

"Nice ride," I smiled. He opened the door and I got in.

"I'm afraid to drive it to school everyday. Kiddies would probably key it," he said with a smirk, then shut the door. We went around to the other side. He pulled into the drive and turned around. Then he sped off to the school.

"I see you're a speeder," I said, watching him go 40 in a 25.

"15 over isn't where the cops get you," he replied as we turned onto the main road. Whoa, I've never gone this way before… then again I always go in from the back of the school. The speed went up to 35, he stayed at 40. I think he knew I didn't want to get pulled over.

At least not tonight.

We talked as we got to the school, when he pulled in I'm sure everyone's head whipped our way. Because of his parking pass we got a space in the front row.

"If you bought a pass why don't you drive? Just cause you don't want it to get keyed?"

"I need the exercise," he said. I laughed. He did not. He got out and came around to my door. He offered his hand and I took it.

"Such a gentleman," I teased.

"My mom made sure I did this all and I had to practice with her so.. Here we are," he explained. I laughed again. His mom made him practice? And with her?

We walked into the school.

"Reservation for…." a boy trailed off. Yeah, it was sad. Our school you had to reserve your name so they knew who was coming. If you weren't on the list… too bad.

"Heag," Kyle said.

"Have fun," the guy said. Then he winked at me. I smiled back. I wasn't going to stare down on him…

We walked in and it was already packed.

"Ugh, who invited you?" Tina came over and looked me up and down. "Hey… Kyle? What are you doing with her?" wow, she thinks she's going to have the upper hand when she doesn't even know his name?

"Cammie's my date," he said holding my hand intertwined in his in her face. Wait, when did he grab my hand?! He was smooth!

"Icky Cammie? You could do way better. I mean your car shows how much richer you must be." Ahhhh. She was out for his car. That's a little sad.

"Don't you have your boy toy Zach to get to?"Kyle asked her. She recoiled a little.

"Zach? Oh, he isn't here yet. I was wondering if I could spend the time waiting with you though," Tina said with a flirtatious smile. I was getting sick of this. I sort of shook my hand out of Kyle's and walked over to the refreshment table. I grabbed some punch and someone put their arms around me.

"Think you were going to get rid of me that easily?" Kyle asked. I smiled.

"Punch?" he shook his head. I shrugged and drank it. We walked over to some tables.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked me as a slow song came on.

"I don't dance," I replied politely. He looked at me with this weird face. It was saying like 'come on' or something. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up.

"I'll teach you," he said dragging me to the dance floor. Ack, this is not want I wanted to do!

We were on the side when I got a tap.

"Hey Gallagher Girl." I turned my head to see a certain boy named Zach.

"Hi Zach," I wearily replied. I didn't want a fight to break out between these two.

"Do you mind if I borrow Cammie for a few songs?" Zach asked Kyle.

Kyle leant down in my ear. "I'll let him teach you. Then we'll dance," he smirked and spun me into Zach.

"Only a few songs," Kyle nicely replied. Zach smirked.

"Not if you don't want to leave," he mumbled to me.

"If you haven't noticed I don't dance," I told him. I do know how to dance. I make it seem I don't so people don't ask me.

"Then you'll just have to follow my lead," he smirked. Then he whisked me onto the dance floor.

~*~*~*~

It was fun dancing with him, to honestly tell you. He was very good at dancing. We didn't talk, which was probably for the better.

Kyle tapped my shoulder after a few songs and I went back to Kyle. With Kyle I more or less talked with him instead of dance. He lead me outdoors.

"Having fun, Morgan?" he asked me.

"Yeah. Do you want to dance?" I asked him. Zach's dancing just made me want to dance. Amazing. Kyle grinned.

"I thought you'd never ask." He lead me back inside and to the dance floor. We were dancing before I even knew. He was so graceful it amazed me.

"Do you dance?" I asked him. I didn't think it was possible to be as good as he was if he didn't.

"Nope," he replied, pulling me in closer. A girl split her juice right where I was standing before. He pulled me away again. Some boy tipped his drink.

"Are people out to get me?" I asked him as we weaved through people. He laughed.

"Some people are jealous of your mad dancing skills and want you to leave," he replied as if it were obvious. "But I guess we're going to have to go anyways," he whispered pulling me close.

"Why?" I asked into his chest. I was having fun.

Plus I might want one more dance with Zach…

"It's almost 10. You know curfews and fathers," he said trailing off. He let go of me and lead me to the doors.

"Have a nice evening," the door guy said rejected. I think he was hoping I would save him a dance.

Kyle opened the door and closed it, then ran around to his side.

"Time flies when you're having fun," I mumbled. He smiled.

"You have a good time?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile. Kyle went speeding off. I rolled down the window and stuck my hand out.

"Do you want to go for a drive sometime?" Kyle asked seeing my pleasure with the wind.

"Yeah, sure," I agreed. He pulled into the drive way.

"Zach has 1 on me, but I hope this makes up for it," I looked at him and he pulled me into a kiss. It was gentle and nice. I pulled away smiling.

"I'll take you to the door-"

"Okay."

We walked to the door and I went in.

"Thanks for tonight. It was great," I said smiling. He waved and I shut the door. I heard his car go off. I went to Mace's room to return her dress. Then I went to my room and threw on some clothes. Then I snuggled into bed.