Hi all, thank you so much for the positive reviews. I utterly amazed that anyone has even read the first chapter! I'm from the UK so I'm trying my hardest to incorporate as many US terms as possible into my writing, but feel free to let me know if I've messed up anywhere. Gymnast1150 - nice to speak again! Yes you're pretty much bang on with your guesses! Hope you enjoy the story and thank you for continuing to support my fanfics! BugheadHastings - thank you! I hope this chapter meets your expectations! CammieAMorgan - I am utterly overwhelmed that you have reviewed my chapter, you are the biggest inspiration I have had for my writing and I adore your fanfics!GallagherGirlzru - thank you! I promise there will be ZAMMIE to come! Bball101 - thank you so much, I will try to update this weekly but there may be double chapters or blanks on certain weeks, depending on my workloads and that I don't end up with the infamous writers block!

And now for the story.

My makeover was filled with an hour and a half of hair pulling, uncomfortable outfits and a questionable eyeliner pen that Macey swears has been tested (even though it isn't on the shelves yet). Not to mention, the uncomfortable conversation of whether my ex would notice me at the party.

Josh and I had been dating since Freshman year, I had always tutored him in Maths and never allowed him to fall behind. I attended every single basket ball game sporting his number on my back. I attended family dinners, dances, parties and even supported him through the loss of his grandfather. The only thing I didn't give him, was my body. Apparently being an 18 year old version didn't sit well with him since he cheated on me with Dee Dee... on my 18th birthday. Of course, I didn't find this out until the graduation party. Josh had drank so much beer that he spouted everything to me as I drove him home.

"Cammie, you just don't put out. What else was a man like me supposed to do?"

"I don't know? Talk to me? Finish with me? NOT CHEAT ON ME!" Iscreamed as I pulled the car over onto the sidewalk. "Get out." I snarled, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white.

He shook his head and grabbed me by the arm, pulling my body towards him and whispering in my ear "come on baby, if you give me your body now we'll forget this ever happened and return to playing happy families."

His other hand reached down to my skirt as he began to play with the zipper. I shook my head, trying to getout of his grasp.

"Josh get off me."

"Make me!"

"I'll scream."

He let go of my body and pushed me withsuch force that the side of my head slammed against the driver side window before looking at me as if I had just murdered his mother. "Fine," he spat, "no body likes a frigid bitch anyways. Goodbye Cameron."

My heartbeat quickened at the not so distant memory. I felt beads of sweat build up on my palms at the thought of seeing him again.

"So... are you ready to see the finished result?" Macey questioned as she put her lipgloss brush back into the bottle with a pop. I took a deep breath, putting the dark memories behind me, and nodded slowly. Bex turned my chair to face the mirror and told me to stand up and have a good look at myself.

My ash blonde hair framed my face like a halo, loose curls whirling down past my shoulders to the bottom of my ribs. Macey had gone with a subtle look, some light concealer and a bit of powder to accentuate my eyebrows and a rose gold eyeshadow lightly brushed across my lids to bring out my light blue eyes. Small wings were painted along my lash line, opening my eyes and finishing the look. The outfit of choice was an unbelievable rose gold sequin mini dress. In a luxe satin fabric, it featured a multi-layer dip hem, a V neck sequin top and a concealed back zip. Too good for an average girl like me. The heels to match were around 5 inches, taking my height to 5'8. I often felt like a chameleon, like I blended into the crowds. Tonight, I felt the opposite of average.

"I look... beautiful," I slowly whispered, wrapping one of my curls around my finger and letting it spring loose again. Macey, Bex and Liz smiled knowingly. I'd spent most of my Summer withering in the details of the break up and this was the first time I had looked in the mirror and actually liked the reflection staring back at me.

We piled into Liz's small Fiat 500, a car that wouldn't possibly suit any college girl except a tiny bookworm like Lizzy. It was only two doors so Macey and I clambered into the back, trying not to catch our heels in the footwell. Bex always rode shot gun, no matter who was driving. It was a rule "to calm her anxiety of being a passenger in an American teams car." I think it's really so that she doesn't feel cramped in the back, being taller than all of us, but she would never admit that.

The drive was a lot more manageable than the rollercoaster Bex would force upon us, sometimes too manageable. Liz would slowly roll along to every Amber instead of being ready to stop at red where as Bex would speed up to beat the lights. Needless to say, Liz would also grip the steering wheel like a granny who hadn't driven in 30 years, with the seat pushed so close to the wheel the airbag may actually pummel her into the car behind.

The car ride was filled with small chatter about boys and makeup, with Macey swearing that if I adjusted my dress one more time she would cut it off me and make me attend the party in my underwear. Liz wouldn't speak when she drove, ensuring all concentration was on the road ahead of her. The music would be turned right down as Liz tried to navigate her way around, throwing wary looks at Bex every so often as she swigged wine straight from a water bottle as "British Pre Drinks." Macey and I would roll our eyes at this, knowing we would be carrying her back to her dorm by the end of the night.

"Take a right turn here and then pull over on the right," Macey instructed calmly as Liz nodded and followed her orders. As we turned the corner, the rising sound of loud music and sight of cars engulfed our senses. Teens were surrounding the frat house, all with red plastic cups like on a high school movie. There were kegs laid out in the garden and from the windows, we could see crowds upon crows of people dancing and throwing their arms around to the music.

We parked up on the side walk and climbed out of the tiny car, being careful not to catch our heels in the grass as we walked up to the house. Boys started at Macey, I swear some were wiping drool from their lips not beer, as she strutted ahead in the lead. Her shoes clicking along the pavement and up the porch steps. Bex instantly made her way for the spiked punch in the kitchen, whilst Liz made her way over to a corner to meet up with Anna from high school. Macey and I took a look around, before a beer pong competition caught our eyes.

4 boys towered high around the table, roaring and cheering as they played the drinking game together. As we approached, I came to recognise one of the boys as Nick Jones. Macey and Nick had... history. Both of their fathers run together in politics and Macey had basically grown up around Nick. In fact, Bex is adamant that Nick was Macey's first (though we never got actual confirmation on this). I happened to disagree, the sheer amount of sexual tension between the two was like a cork screw waiting to pop. Surely that would fade if they had...?

"Macey McHenry!" Nick grinned and began approaching us, a clear spring in his step.

"The one and only," Macey smirked knowingly as Nick pulled her into a bear hug style embrace.

Macey and Nick fell into casual small talk as the other boys waited impatiently for Nick to take his shot. I looked the other three boys over slowly. The first resembled a Greek god. His tanned skin wrapped perfectly around his boasting biceps and his blonde hair flopped down along his forehead, bringing out the grey in his light blue eyes. I would say he had the same build as the wall I ran into earlier, if not even bigger. The second boy had a more slimming figure but still stood at atleast 6'1 tall. Dark eyes and dark hair, mysterious almost. Glasses framed his pale face, making him look intelligent and calculating. The final one of the group had curly brown hair and striking blue eyes, his muscles didn't bulge out like the wall or the Greek god but they were certainly there. He had a full bottom lip and freckles dotted across his face, showing again that they had spent their summer in the burning sun.

Before I had a chance to look away, the Greek god caught my eyes and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I smiled shyly, trying not to let my nerves conquer my body. "Looks like we're a man down, you in?" He nodded towards the game of beer pong that they were still waiting on Nick for. Suddenly, an ounce of courage engulfed my veins and I found myself nodding and walking over to the table. What shocked me more was the response to his invite, "I'm in, but I should warn you, you're about to get your asses beat by a girl in a pair of stilettos." This caused all three boys to grin.

"I'm Grant," the first boy said, pointing to himself, "this is Jonas," he gestured to the second boy, "and Jake," he pointed at the final boy around the table.

"I'm Cammie," I responded as I sunk a cup on Grant and Jake's side.

Jonas looked at me bewildered, before turning to watch Jake sigh and drink the contents of the red plastic cup.

Grant took the ball and rolled it along the table, smirking up at me, "well Cammie, you've got game. Let's see how you do after a few beers yourself." I watched as the ball flew through the air and landed in one of our cups, spinning around in the beer. Oh boy.

After 5...6? Games of beer pong with the group, I'd finally had enough. I probably should have stopped by the time the cups started to blur in my vision but I persevered, mistakenly. Nick and Macey had disappeared by the second game and I'd seen Bex floating around a few times, distracted by the music and the booze in her veins.

I sighed and stepped back from the table, picking my clutch up from the chair.

"I think I should go find my friends, they seem to have ditched me," I slurred as I tried to step down from the ledge around the table. Grant pouted, Jake grinned and Jonas sighed, knowing he was back to being down to three men. I don't know how they can play beer pong all night, they're missing almost all of the rest of the party.

Grant came over and gave me a cuddle, steadying my slight sway, "see you around Cammie, rain check for the next party?"

"Yes... I will want a rematch," I smiled and turned towards the party to find my friends.

I swear I'd searched the full house before moving to the backyard, there was no sign of Macey, Bex or Lizzie. It didn't help that people were constantly bouncing around in my peripheral vision, confusing my intoxicated brain. As I walked towards the bottom of the garden, a figure approached me. The closer it got, the more the outline began to resemble him."Cammie? Is that you?" The figure asked as my brain made the connection of the voice matching that of my ex Boyfriend. Josh. He reached out to grab my arm and I moved it away hastily, trying to turn away towards the house again. His hand wrapped around the back of my tricep, a strong grip around my fragile bones, I tried to shake him again but was unsuccessful.

"Don't touch me Josh!" I exclaimed, the panic in my voice evident.

"Cam, I just want to talk!"

I spun on him, my eyes darkening as I looked him dead in the eyes for the first time since everything happened. "I don't want to talk, I want you to let go of me,"

Before he could get another word out, his arm was knocked away. I turned to see Grant and Jake standing behind me with cautious eyes. Grant was almost ready to pounce on Josh, the rage radiating from his body like a haze of aggression.

"See doesn't want you to touch her man, move on," Grant growled. Josh looked between the two boys standing behind me and smiled as if he was still one step ahead.

"Whatever, man, she's a slut anyways," Josh spat before grinning and holding his hands up. I thought Grant was about to punch him at this point, Jake grabbed Grant's arm with one and and put his other arm cautiously around me cautiously, turning us back towards the house. I stumbled along with the boys, my stilettos getting stuck in the grass all along the way. Once we were out of ear shot, I looked at Grant and asked what I had been wondering since they saved me, "how did you know to come find me?"

Jake looked down at me and smiled, "we just couldn't let you wander around in that kind of state without knowing you found your friends,"

Grant nodded before adding, "if I had a little sister, I would want to know she was being looked after."

I thanked them both, feeling a bit shocked that two college boys would be so thoughtful about a girl they had just met.

"He's wrong you know?" Grant said, breaking the seconds of silence, "you're not a slut, I can tell."

We finally found Liz by the entrance to the house, standing on her tip toes to try and see over the crowd. When she spotted me, her eyes filled with relief and she sighed.

"Cammie! Bex and I have been looking everywhere for you! We almost started printing flyers!" I seen Bex at that point, standing in the doorway like a bouncer stopping anyone from leaving.

"Obviously that was Lizzie here's suggestion," Bex rolled her eyes. He smell of alcohol rolling from her breath. After scanning me to make sure there was no injury, she then seemed to realise that I wasn't alone. Her eyes met with Grant and I swear she almost dropped to the ground. Her mouth fell open as she took in his appearance like a puppy with a bone. Grant seemed to notice this and returned the quite weird gesture with a smirk. Ew.

"Right, come on, Macey is staying with Nick tonight so we best be getting off," Liz hurried us out of the door. I turned quickly and thanked Grant and Jake for coming to my rescue again before heading out behind Liz and Bex. Within seconds of arriving at the car, Bex was quizzing me for every detail of my night, almost drooling whenever I brought up Grant. When I got to the part about Josh, they both gasped. Liz almost slammed her breaks on in fear of not having even the fullest amount of attention on the roads and Bex turned around in her seat, a dark look in her eyes, to threaten his (and his family's) life. No doubt Macey would find out about this by the morning.

Liz dropped me off at my block and after we said our goodbyes and I convinced Bex not to walk me back to my room, I began climbing the stairs to my room. I fumbled with the keys in my clutch, trying to be quiet incase my roommate was home and not at the party. I was excited and nervous and everything in between to meet her. I hoped with every part of my body that we would get along and not clash.

I slowly opened the door and caught a glimpse of the moonlight dancing along my bedsheets, stepping into the room. A noise startled me and I looked to the right hand side of the room to see the wall (as I called him) on top of my roommate... naked. They both looked up at me shocked and I gasped before stepping back out of the door in complete and utter confusion. My roommate was banging that dickhead who bumped into me earlier. I darted off towards the exit, my stilettos clinking against the floor as my legs moved quicker than I thought possible in the state I was in. I had absolutely no idea where I would stay for the night but one thing was certain, I was not going back there.