Though I could still feel his electrified gaze on me...

Chapter Four

Bex and I talked the whole 10 minute ride to Jino's and when we pulled up, everyone hopped out but when my feet touched the ground my phone dinged, making me pause. I pulled it out of my pocket and realizes it was a text from none other than Josh Abrams. He had been on and off texting me since Boston. And I hated it. He had hurt me and he still had the nerve to hit me up. That little bi-

"Are you okay?" I heard Zach's voice and felt his hand on my shoulder.

That's when I realized I was glaring at my phone and gripping it with white knuckles. When I finally looked at Zach, I saw his concerned expression and his electric green eyes with something else in them that I couldn't exactly place, it made me relax, silence my phone and smile at him.

"Im good." It was as if seeing my smile made him smirk, and he grabbed my hand, leading me towards the door to the restaraunt.

"Goode, because I was worried there for a second." Zach smirked as he held the door open for me.

It was so cute that he was worried about me but of course I couldn't tell him that so instead I said, "Goode?"

He shrugged as we went to the table where the others were already sitting. "Its my last name."

Zachary Goode.

Damn, even his name was hot.

"Why don't you just say good?"

He smirked and winked at me. (Annoying but hot.) "Because I'm too Goode for that."

I rolled my eyes and sat down in an empty seat next to Nick, and upon realizing there was only one other seat for Zach, in between Jonas and I, I gave him a Cameron Glare. Not "Cameron" as in my mom's maiden name, as in my first name. It's a little family thing. I can probably scare a 500 pound body builder with one of my glares. "Who put you up to this!?"

Nick immedusntly put his hands up in surrender who pointed to Bex and Macey across from me, who were smirking.

I turned my glare to them and they chilled a little, but were still sporting a tiny smirk.

We all talked as we ordered and ate our pizza, though Zach kept sneaking glances at me. I learned that Zach plays football, quarterback, actually.

"So, Zach, if you don't mind, what job did your mom get to have you move all the way out here?" Mom asked at one point when we were finishing dessert and some garlic knots.

Zach smirked a little. "My mom owned a music studio back in Boston, but it was very expensive to have it there and she thought a small town might have more talent than a big city"

With that, every head at the table except Zach turned to me. Even our waiter Johnny who's worked here forever, was looking at me.

Zach looked from me to everyone else and back to me. "What just happened?"

"Oh, nothing its just that when you said talent we all recognized the fact that Cameron here can sing." Macey spilled and I shot her a look to which she just shrugged.

Zach whirled on me. "You can sing?"

I played with the cake on my plate and stared at the soda in my cup, focusing way too hard on the carbination fizz. "Its no big deal."

"Its no big deal?!" Johnny exclaimed. He turned to the counter. "Ay, Marcello!" He addressed the cashier that's been working just as long as he has. Marcello looked up. "You remember when Matthew used to bring Cammie in here and she would do that cup thing? And then she would play the guitar?"

"Yeah?" Marcello looked a little confused at why Johnny was asking.

"Then she's gonna come in here and say that her singing is no big deal!" Johnny was being very dramatic about it.

Macello fake gasped. Then he rolled his eyes. "What do you expect her to do after what happened?"

Headlights...

Glass...

A promise...

Tears...

"I have to go." Then I bolted out of my seat, running out the door.

I heard their shouts of protest but I just kept running. I almost wanted to hot wire the truck like my dad taught me to do so many years ago, when I was just 8, but I couldn't be in a car, let alone a truck, while I was thinking about my dad. I ran to the waterfront, silent tears leaking from my eyes the whole way there.