A/N:

Alright, so I can see how everyone probably hates me right now, seeing as I haven't updated in three months, but the chapter is here now so I hope ya'll can forgive me. I've honestly been putting this chapter off so I had to let my sister finish most of it. Hope you like it.


I had honestly and truly underestimated how much Roseville loved football. In my head the Friday night football game would consist of me going home, throwing on some warm clothes and then waving a foam finger in the stands of a high school football stadium for an hour. I didn't expect a full on lecture from Macey about the importance of dressing cute andwarm and flirty, even though all she was planning on wearing was a pair of jeans and an oversized sweater. Apparently when it came to my outfit Bex, Macey and Liz all agreed that it would have to be teen magazine worthy.

So by six o'clock Friday night, I was weaving in and out of the cars parked at the Dayton Stadium parking lot, trying not to trip in the boots Macey had let me borrow and shoving aside the hair that kept on sticking to the stupid lip gloss I was being forced to wear. It was all very stressing.

The stadium lights were bright, and even though the game hadn't even started yet there was an unbelievably loud sound of cheering pouring out of the stands. I could only imagine how loud the crowd would be when we actually started playing…and hopefully, winning.

"CAMMIE!"

My head whipped around at the sound of my name, and I scanned the row of packed bleachers for anyone who looked like they were trying to get my attention. I saw the giant Roseville High banner before I saw Liz, since she was waving it in the air so high it looked like it would attract lightening.

"Hey!" I shouted back up to her, my breath puffing out in front me. That'show cold it was. In September. And there were still hundreds of people standing out in the freezing weather just to support a high school team.

I made my way up the bleachers to where Liz was still waving her banner high over her head. She was decked out in forest green and silver, the school's colors, and her poster read ROSEVILLE RAIDERS ROCK! in giant silver letters. It must have taken her forever to finish.

"You look so pretty Cammie!" Liz cried, trying to wrap one arm around me into a hug and still hold the poster above her head. It ended pretty badly with both Liz and the poster falling onto the cold metal bleachers with a muffled, "Oopsie Dasie!"

"Thanks," I grinned, helping her up. The football field was lit so bright it took my eyes a second to adjust but when they did, I could see a bunch of players warming upon the field. I tried making out which one was Zach but from up here, in their helmets all the players looked the same. And there was no way I was going to ask what number he was.

"Macey and Bex went to get some hot chocolate, they should be back pretty soon." Liz set her poster down beside her and took a seat next to me. We huddled together in the cold, waiting for both the game to start and for Macey and Bex to show up.

By the time they did, it was getting so chilly that I was losing all the feeling in my fingers. Macey handed me a steaming cup of hot chocolate and nuzzled her way in between me and Liz. She was dressed bummy, in the giant sweater and leggings, and even though her hair was in a sloppy bun, she still managed to look better than me.

"You look so cute," Bex told me, despite what I was thinking in my head. I smiled at her, partly to show my thanks, and partly to keep my teeth from chattering. It was seriously freezing.

Back on the field, it looked like the game was starting. The players were starting to get in their positions, (at least, that's what it looked like. Honestly I had no clue, when it came to football), and the crowd was starting to quiet down in anticipation. I scanned the players one last time, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while I tried to deduct which one of the helmet clad teenagers could be Zach (for no particular reason, he was just the only player I knew).

"He's number 21," Macey grinned, nudging me with her shoulder. I leaned away from her, keeping my face impassive.

"I didn't ask."
"But you were wondering." She wiggled her eyebrows, and when I didn't deny her accusation her grinned widened. "He looks good in a uniform, don't ya think?"

I shrugged. I wasn't going to look. No way. My eyes definitely weren't straying anywhere near jersey number 21 and…ugh. Okay. So he looked alright. I mean, it was scientificallyundeniable that the padded uniform made his shoulders look even broader than usual. I was making an unbiased and qualifiable observation. In fact, it was probably for the sake of science that I noticed this. 'Cameron Anne Morgan's Analysis of the Effect Football Uniforms Have on the Attractiveness of the Physique of Cocky High School Boys'.

If anyone was wondering, it was definitely a positive effect.

For the next few minutes we watched in silence, even though the crowd was anything but. Almost everyone in the stands was either standing up or screaming their praise as the Roseville Raiders intercepted, scored, and tackled their way around the field.

"Why'd he do that?" I asked Bex for the hundredth time, when a player (apparently, the quarterback), acted like he was going to throw the ball but instead handed it to the guy next to him.

"So the other team's defense doesn't know who has the ball." The words rolled off Bex's tongue so fluently it was as if the answer was completely obvious. Suddenly she jolted out of her seat, knocking over her still scalding hot chocolate and shouted, "C'MON ABRAMS YOU HAVE TO CATCH THE BLOODY BALL!"

I cringed, feeling bad for whoever Abrams was, because he was definitely going to get a piece of Bex's mind after the game. She was more into the game than some of the actual people playing.

I winced as one of the Dayton was tackled, and half a dozen of the Raiders players piled on top of him. "Ouch."

Bex shrugged it off. "Well if he's going to play like a wuss, he's going to get beat like a wuss," Still, I was pretty relieved when the referee blew his whistle and all the players climbed off the player.

Number 21 (AKA the bane of my existence) helped a Raider up and slapped his back. A moment later the ref blew the whistle again, and the two teams jogged to the sidelines and gathered around their respective coaches—at least I knew enough about sports to know they had just called a timeout.

I turned to Bex. "Alright, explain everything that's happened so far." Bex immediately faced me, a gleam in her eye.

"It's six minutes into the first quarter and the Devils are currently in possession, which means they have the ball. Right now the Raiders are running Zone so they're main priority is defense. What they're gonna do is try to is split up the field and try to cover certain zones where the pass might be thrown. They're trying to read the quarterback and when they do they can intercept the pass." Bex paused, and turned to look at me. I nodded, for her to keep going. "Dayton right now is on offense, so they're trying to score. If they can run fifty more yards they'll get the first down of the game."

I ran what she said through my head, trying to put it together with what was happening on the field. "Okay, that sounds pretty simple. So all we have to is—"

"PLAY SOME DEFENSE!" Bex was standing up again, looking like she wanted to go down and play against Dayton herself. I wouldn't put it past her to do it, either.

"Bex, relax." Macey said, looking up from her nails. She hadn't been paying any attention the whole game, only occasionally looking up and yelling her praise. "Finally," she sighed, "I need a break from all this shouting." Her eyes landed pointedly on Bex and Liz. Macey stood and pulled me along with her.

I shot an apologetic look at Bex and Liz, but Bex wasn't even looking at me as she stamped her foot furiously. Liz waved me off, struggling with her massive poster. I followed Macey down the bleachers. We sidestepped around a few girls with incredibly short shorts for such a cold winter night until we reached the line at the concession stand. Macey shuffled through her (Prada) purse until she pulled out her (Coach) wallet. "Do you want anything?" She asked.

"I'm good," I said, although I was looking pretty longingly at the boxes of pizza that were stacked behind the counter.

"Are you sure, because—"

"Mace!"

Both of us turned around to see who was calling. A tall, lanky boy with black hair was walking towards us quickly, waving his hand. Macey let out a scoff. "What now?" She muttered.

The boy caught up to us, slightly out of breath. "Hey!"

"Hello, Preston," Macey said sweetly. "Did you lose your mommy? Or are you just waiting for the paparazzi to get here?"

"Ha ha, Macey, that's really funny," The boy said dismissively. He shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned at her. "Why?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Why?" He repeated. Macey got a really annoyed look on her face and opened her mouth, but the boy cut her off. "Why did you have to ditch the Harrison party? Because you realize that now your mom is going to host a dinner party to make it up to them, and she talked to my mom, and I'm getting roped into going too."

Macey shrugged and turned away. "Why are you complaining? You love this sort of thing."

"You and I both know I hate it as much as you do, Mace."

Macey glanced at me, and deftly changed the subject. "Oh, Preston, I haven't introduced you to Cammie." Vice-like hands grabbed my arm and tugged me right next to her. "Preston, this is Cammie. Cammie, this is Preston."

I smiled. "Hi, Preston."

He gave a little nervous wave. I noticed he was wearing a Spiderman wristwatch. "Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you." Preston turned to look at Macey, about to begin again, but Macey interrupted. "Well it's been a lovely chat, but we have to run. Bye!" She tugged me out of the line and we made a beeline for the restroom.

"What was that all about?" I asked, struggling to keep up with her pace.

"Preston Winters, son of Governor Samuel Winters, family-man and future presidential candidate extraordinaire." Macey rattled off, with a dismissive wave of her hand, "I've been forced to go to dinners and campaign parties with him for years. He's a total dork. But he's nice enough. I just wish he'd leave me alone." She finished her rant with a little huff and a toss of her head.

"Well…" I hesitated, not sure what to say. "He has a cool watch?"

Macey snorted and then started laughing. "C'mon," She said with a grin. "Let's go back before Bex kills someone."

Outside, there was no sign of Preston to be seen anywhere, which was a relief to Macey. I couldn't tell why she disliked him so much, but if there was anything I'd learned in my few days at Roseville High, it was that there were very few things that Macey did that had an explanation.

When we arrived back in our spots in the stands, the halftime show was just ending and the school band was coming off the field. On the side closest to us, the Roseville Raiders came running in through a giant inflatable tunnel that looked a bit like a roaring man, while on the other side, the Dayton Devils trotted in through a similar tunnel.

Bex looked at us when we sat down. "Took you long enough," She joked. "We're up by a field goal, which isn't much, and Dayton is in possession." Macey looked like she couldn't care less what that meant, but I was genuinely interested. Liz clapped at the Raiders arrival and asked, "So where did you guys go?"

"Concession stand, then restroom," I answered, wondering if Macey wanted me to mention our encounter with Preston. My thoughts were answered when Macey said nonchalantly, "We saw Preston."

Bex and Liz immediately turned their attention to Macey. "What?" "Oooh, What'd he say?".

"Nothing important, as usual." Macey explained the conversation while I watched the field. The boys were huddled around the coach again, but they weren't wearing their helmets, so I could see all of them clearly. I recognized a lot of the players from my classes, but the only name I could really place was Zach. His dark hair was plastered to his face and neck and as I looked, he lifted his head up and scanned the stands.

Just as I was considering waving, but thinking there was no way he was going to spot me out of the flock of people in the crowd, our eyes met. He grinned, and I couldn't help but smile back, especially when one of his teammates smacked him on the shoulder and he quickly turned his attention back to the huddle.

I tuned back into the girls' conversation. Macey had finished telling them about Preston and was asking Bex how much time was left. Bex shrugged. "About 45 minutes to an hour, I reckon."

Macey groaned. "This is going to take forever!"

She was wrong. The rest of the game actually sped by, and by the last quarter I understood enough to be up and cheering with Bex (after double checking with her that I was right). The highlight of the game had to be when the one of the Roseville linebackers intercepted a pass, turned, and ran 45 yards to score the winning touchdown. Even Macey knew to cheer for that.

The crowd was wild, screaming itself hoarse as the Raiders football team converged on the field. Bex was bouncing up and down, shouting "YEAH NEWMAN! THAT"S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

"They're rushing the field!" Liz shouted, above the roaring of the crowd. She dropped her poster and kicked it aside, before hurrying down the bleacher steps with the deluge of excited fans. Bex didn't hesitate. She grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the field where everyone going crazy.

The stadium lights were beating down on us as we made our way onto the crowded field. People were running around like ants. Bex let go of my hand and pushed her way throw the horde of Raiders.

"I'm gonna go find Grant!" She shouted over her shoulder. "Catch up with you later!"

Before I could answer, Bex was shoving her way deeper in the mass of people looking for 'Grant'. I looked around trying to find Liz or Macey but there were too many people running around. Some of them were hoisting the players on the shoulders; others were chanting the Roseville alma mater. Either way it was way to crowd to tell who was who.

I made me way through the horde of people congratulating players as I went. The field was so crowded by this point it felt like everyone in Roseville had shown up to watch the game. Finally I spotted Liz talking to some guy with glasses and a giant Raiders foam finger. He was tall and skinny, towering over Liz (even though everyone towers over Liz) and talking animatedly about something when I walked up.

"…but if the isomers could be covalently bonded by dehydration synthesis it would only be a matter of time before the compound spontaneously combusts, so her theory just wouldn't make sense!" The boy stopped talking and sighed as if the whole topic was stressing him out too much to talk about.

"Cammie," Liz said brightly, "this is Jonas. Jonas, you know Cammie right?"

Jonas peered at me through his thick black glasses. "You're in our Bio class, right?"

I nodded. "You sit a couple rows down, I think."

He held out his hand for me to shake. "Nice to meet you, Cammie."

Liz grinned at me. "So are you going to CiCi's with everyone, Cam?"

"Huh?"

Jonas pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "After the games everyone goes to CiCi's to celebrate," He explained. "You should go, it's fun. Liz is going, right Liz?" He asked hopefully. She nodded and he smiled.

I shrugged. "Sure, sounds fun!"

"Yay!" Liz hopped up and down happily, promptly stepping on Jonas' foot. He didn't even react, probably because Liz was about as light as the foam finger on his hand. "Oopsie Daisy! Sorry, Jonas. Okay Cam, let's go find Bex and Macey. See you there!" She waved goodbye and tugged me through the crowd.

It didn't take too long to find Bex, who was having a discussion with a tall, padded football player. I recognized him as the one that scored the winning touchdown.

She was poking him in the chest and looking like she was giving him a lecture, but he didn't appear fazed.

"Bex!" Liz called. Bex cut off mid-rant and turned to find us. She waved. "We're going to Cici's, right?"

"Yeah, just give me a second!" She turned to the player, who grinned down at her amusedly as she raised a finger. "We'll continue this later." Before he could get out a word, she turned and approached us, holding up her keys. "C'mon, let's beat the crowd."

"What about Macey?" I asked, following my two friends towards the stadium parking lot.

Bex laughed. "Don't worry, she'll turn up."

Sure enough Macey was leaning against Bex's car when we reached it. "Took you long enough. I've been waiting forever."

Liz rolled her eyes, as we piled into the car so that we could get to Cici's before the traffic started up. "Hardly. It's been, what, ten minutes?" Macey swatted at Liz's arm but she just stuck her tongue out in return.

Bex pulled out of the parking lot, cutting off at least four drivers that were patiently waiting their turn to pull out of the intersection and swerved into the main road at an upsetting speed.

"Next stop: Cici's."

We had reached traffic about two blocks away from the pizza place and it took us at least ten extra minutes until we could finally pull into the parking lot. Cars were already packing into spots, parking on the sidewalk or in fire lanes. Bex, being the charmer that she is, managed to talk some guy out of the spot right in front of the entrance and decided to snatch it inside.

"I hope you're hungry," she said, turning the car off with a wicked smile. Something told me that this type of celebration after a winning game happened all the time, because when Bex walked in she waved towards the kid working the register and said, "We won 24-17, Barry. Pay you on the way out!" and then she made a beeline for the buffet table.

"I'm gonna go snatch a seat," Macey said. She eyed the pizza that I was putting on my plate disgustedly and then made her way towards a rapidly filling table. Liz and I made our way down the line, practically emptying out every single tray. By the time we sat down at our table, Liz's plate was almost the same size as her, and I had a swaying pizza tower on my plate that looked pretty unsteady and delicious.

The Cici's was packed now, since the Roseville bus had pulled up, and unloaded it's cargo of 42 hungry, excited athletes. There was the player Bex had been talking to, and some kid I recognized as Kevin from my Trig class, and Zach himself.

He led the way as the football team streamed in, high-fiving Barry and slapping some guys on the back as they walked up to congratulate him. All the students in the restaurant started cheering, and when the guy who scored the final touchdown walked in, the cheering doubled.

Bex rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "That's just going to give him an even bigger ego."

"Who is that?" I asked curiously.

"Grant Newman," Bex said, biting into a cheesy slice. "He's—"

"Bex's boy-toy," Macey finished. Bex's eyes widened and she began choking on her half-swallowed pizza. Liz pounded her on the back, not really accomplishing anything much. "I—what—you—"

Macey waved her off. "Please Rebecca we all know you'd had a thing for him since, like, freshman year. Plus he's completely whipped."

Macey's comments weren't really helping Bex recover from her impromptu cheese inhalation. She was still coughing when a much larger and stronger hand replaced Liz's frail one.

"Damn Bex! Don't get all choked up just cause I walked in!"

"Water," Bex coughed.

I stared as our newcomer—none other than the Grant himself—handed Bex his own glass of water that was balanced on his tray. Bex took it and drank gratefully.

Up close, I was impressed to see that Grant looked a lot less like a high school junior, and a lot more like a Greek God. If Bex really did have a thing with him, my respect for her -which was already pretty high- would grow even more.

Once her breathing capabilities had come back, Bex turned around to face Grant, who swung a chair around and sat down next to her. "What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean?" Bex scowled. Grant snorted.

They quickly succumbed to an argument—argument in this case meaning Bex muttered furiously at Grant while he nodded and ate pizza. Macey kept looking at them and shaking her head, Liz was reading a book she had somehow managed to produce from thin air, and I was eyeing the conversation like a tennis match, until—

"Hey, Gallagher Girl."

I blinked and faced the boy who'd just sat next to me. Zach's green eyes met mine, and I already felt myself starting to blush. C'mon Cammie, I scolded. Get a hold of youself!

"Hi Zach," I said, quickly taking a bite of my pizza so I wouldn't have to look at his face, or his eyes, any more than I had to. It didn't help though. I still felt them burning into the side of my face.

"You came," He stated, and I looked up at the sound of the grin in his voice.

"Obviously," I smirked.

He laughed a bit and turned away, giving me the perfect opportunity to admire his profile (you could seriously slice a bread stick on jaw line that sharp). "I just meant, you came and you didn't leave."

I scoffed. "Like I could just walk out of the game in that crowd. Seriously, do you guys have nothing better to do than go to a high school football game on Friday nights?"

Zach raised an eyebrow. "Hey! It's football season in Virginia! Haven't you ever seen Friday Night Lights?"

"What?"

"Well I guess that answers that question," Zach muttered. I took advantage of the silence to take another bite of the half finished pepperoni pizza slice in my hand.

It caught me by surprise when he spoke again. "So what did you think?" He sounded almost eager, and I could suddenly imagine six-year old Zach excitedly asking people on their opinions of his macaroni artwork.

I swallowed. "Well, from the little that I know about football, you guys played really well," I said honestly. "You're really good."

Zach's smile, if possible, widened even more. "Thanks. Grant had a pretty amazing final play."

His mention of his friend reminded me that we weren't in fact alone at the table. I quickly focused on our friends. Bex and Grant were no longer in discussion: instead, they were laughing hysterically with some other kids sitting at another table. Macey was on her phone, frowning—I'd have to ask her about that later. And Liz had finally put the book down and was in another animated discussion with Jonas, who had appeared sometime after Zach's arrival, over who-knows-what.

Zach noticed my distraction and said, "Jonas!" The lanky boy stopped mid-sentence and looked at us. "Congrats, bro! Kate told me you won that international science competition. That's pretty amazing."

Liz gaped. "The Hans Schwansel Youth Investigatory Program?" Jonas blushed. "Jonas that's fantastic!' She squealed, throwing her arms around him and knocking over a glass of soda, but Jonas didn't seem to mind.

"Wait, what happened?" Bex asked, attention restored over to our table by the steadily increasing puddle of Sprite spreading on the floor. Barry the cashier was there within seconds with a mop and paper towels, like he expected this to happen.

"Jonas won a really big award," I explained. Grant raised his eyebrows.

"Good job, man." He slapped Jonas' back, knocking the poor boy's glasses a bit further down his nose. "And hey, I'm Grant, by the way," He said to me, extending his hand. I took it, and he gave me a firm handshake. "Cammie."

"It's not just a big award," Liz said excitedly. "It's one of the most prestigious science commemorations in the world!" She went on about how important the award was, and Jonas' face turned even redder than before. I couldn't help but smile at the two of them.

Soon the conversation turned to school, and eventually, Columbus Day weekend.

"We usually all get together at my lakehouse on three day weekends. It's not a party, just a bunch of us hanging out." Grant explained. "The last one was Labor Day. You missed it, but you can come to this one!"

Zach squirmed apologetically. "We didn't know you then," he explained. "Otherwise I—"

I laughed. "Zach, It's fine," I smiled at him and his shoulders relaxed. Did he honestly think I was upset with him?

"Of course Cammie's coming to this one," Bex snorted. "You said that like it was a question."

We started talking about plans, and then talking turned to teasing, and soon we were all joking around about Bex's choking and Liz's tendency to knock over everything. I got a warm feeling inside, looking around at all these people who I could now call my friends. I was already getting closer to them than I had with anyone at Gallagher.

I was stunned when the conversation died down and I realized the restaurant was beginning to empty. The celebration seemed to have ended.

"I guess it's time to go," Grant said, standing up. "Bex, could I—"

"Yes," Bex responded, grabbing her keys and rolling her eyes.

"Thanks," Grant grinned.

"Just make sure you guys don't start making out in the car, or I'm riding with Zach." Macey said, smirking and walking away before Bex and Grant could do much more than blush furiously.

I got up and started following them out the door, but Zach grabbed my elbow before I could take more than a few steps. "Where are you going, Gallagher Girl?" He asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"Um… Bex is my ride?" The feeling of his fingers on my arm and his eyes boring into mine was making me nervous. I wanted to hit myself. Way to sound like an idiot.

Zach glanced over my shoulder, where Bex, Liz, Macey and Grant were saying goodbye to Jonas. "I'm taking Cammie home," He announced. I jumped and started to protest, but Bex, Macey and Liz called out a chorus of "Okay"s and "Bye Cam"s that drowned out anything I could say. I watched helplessly as Bex smiled devilishly, Macey nodded in approval, and Liz did the best she could to not jump in place happily. So my new friends were just a little bit evil.

I glared at Zach as he grabbed his keys and his wallet. "What was that for?" I demanded.

He didn't look at me as he said. "We're neighbors, Gallagher Girl. It makes sense that I drive you home." He started towards the door, waving goodbye to Barry the cashier.

"Is your car even here?" I insisted, following him anyway. He held the door open for me and after a moment's hesitation, I walked out.

"I park my car here before games and grab a ride back to the school before the bus leaves," He explained. I bit my lip.

"Well, what if I didn't want you to drive me home," I said, but it was a feeble argument and we both knew it.

Zach smirked that infuriating smirk that I hate (and kind-of-sort-of really like), and said, "Then you must really have a thing against the environment, because this is saving a lot more gas." I didn't respond, and we both knew he won.

We reached his car and he opened the door for me before I could myself. I rolled my eyes but got in. Why did he have to be such a southern gentleman? The first day we met he paid for my coffee for crying out loud. And helped me unpack. It was so cliché!

He shut the door after me and walked around to the driver's side. I took the moment of solitude to compose myself and—Oh, I don't know—try to not act like a complete idiot. I took in a deep, calming breath which didn't help much since it got me thinking about how his car smelled like him, and then how good he smelled. By the time he sat in the driver's seat I was sniffing up the leather and some sort of guy body spray, like the weirdo is was becoming to accept I was.

"See?" He said as he started the car. "My car isn't full of the mangled bodies of my previous victims. I'm not that bad."

"Aw. And here I thought I was dealing with the average serial killer. Guess I was wrong."

Zach shook his head with a laugh. "Seriously Gallagher Girl, am I really that repulsive?"

"No," I said defensively. "I just expected to go home with Bex, that's all. I don't like surprises."

"I'll keep that in mind."

We were quiet for a minute as Zach took a couple more turns towards our houses. He broke the silence first. "Thanks."

I was confused. "For what?"

"For coming to the game." He glanced at me then focused back on the road. "I know you don't know much about football—" He saw my shocked look. "Bex was talking about how much she taught you. You pick up fast, by the way."

I shrugged accepting the compliment. I was tempted to say that I didn't come for him—that there were plenty of other reasons I showed up at that game, that it didn't all revolve around him—but something in his expression told me that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"You're welcome," I said shyly, looking at the street ahead. I was surprised to see we were already home. Roseville really was a small town. When I looked at Zach, he was smiling.

He pulled into his driveway, parking and turning it off. I started to open the door, but he held up a hand to stop me. I froze and watched him get out and cross in front of the car to reach my side. When he opened my door, I laughed. "You're such a cheeseball," I said as I got out.

He shrugged. "But you like me anyways," He said matter-of-factly, winking, and I ignored the nervous flutter I got. "Yeah, right," I smiled at him.

He started walking me to my door. The night was really quiet and my windows were dark, making me wonder if my mom was asleep or staying up waiting for me in her room. When I glanced at Zach, he was looking up at the side of our houses, where, I could see now, his window faced mine. When he saw me looking, he raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You should make sure to keep your blinds closed."

"Zach!"

He laughed, rubbing the part of his arm where I smacked him as we walked up my steps and reached my door. Like it actually hurt those freaking toned arms of his. I began to unlock the door.

"Or," he continued jokingly, "Don't. I wouldn't mind that either."


A/N:

So whatcha think? You like? Review it! Honestly, that's like the only reason I even keep on writing this, cause I enjoy your reviews so much! Anyways, I promise to update more often, and I'll work on getting chapter seven up in like two-three weeks. Thanks!

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