A/N: Okay first off, I know it's been a while since I updated BUT! at leastit didn't take me four years like last time. Anyway asnot as much Zammie as I had planned and I'm sure y'all were hoping for but baby stepsguys, baby steps. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! And review any thoughts/comments/suggestions I love love LOVE to read them.

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So I had given a boy my number.

Talk about weird. Actually, weird didn't even begin to cut it. That was just straight up crazy.

In New York, boys had barely even given me a second glance. It was like I was invisible. But now? Well, not to brag, but now I could proudly say that I, Cammie Morgan, had game.

Also, I wasn't sure if people still used the term 'game' anymore.

Maybe it was the "being new to town" thing, but I was feeling pretty good about myself by the time we left the bowling alley.

By the time we were back at Kate's house though, I was starting to feel like Normal-Cammie again. It had been a long day of driving, client visiting, and cardboard cut-out destroying. The sun was dipping low into the sky by now and dinner was already sizzling on one of Kate's over burners.

"Top ten craziest people you've ever worked with. Go."

While we waited for the food to finish cooking, Kate had started up a new episode of the Bachelor that had quickly been disregarded once we started talking.

She took a long sip of her wine glass as she mulled over my question. "Craziest people? That's a toughie…" Her blue eyes were clouded with thought for a moment. "Barry is definitely one of them and—oh my God how could I forget—I had this one guy that—"

Before she could finish her sentence the front door swung open. The sound was enough to make me jump, nearly throwing the pillow I had in my hand across the room. It was a good thing I hadn't however, because when I saw who was walking through the door I wanted to bury my head in it. In strolled Zach balancing a giant pizza box and a stack of movies under his arms.

"Pizza?" Kate exclaimed incredulously. She narrowed her eyes at her brother and his baggage. "I told you I was making dinner!"

"Sorry, sis," he replied not-so-apologetically. His eyes landed on me and he grinned. "But you've had Gallagher Girl here to yourself all day and I have to say I'm a little jealous. For the next—" he paused and studied the movies in his hand as if adding up the time it would take to watch all of them, "—4,500 minutes she's all mine."

I raised an eyebrow. All his? Not a chance in hell. Kate definitely wouldn't just let him stride in and sabotage our girl's night.

"Fine, Zachary."

My head snapped towards Kate in disbelief. Was she serious? It was girl's night!

I glared at her, trying to make it very clear that I did not appreciate being handed over like some sort of baton. She grinned back at me unfazed and winked. "He's got a point. Only fair that I share."

"You heard her Gallagher Girl," Zach smirked. He balanced the movies on top of his pizza box precariously and extended his hand to help me up off the couch. I took it, not at all phased by how extremely enormous it was compared to mine and tossed my pillow in Kate's direction. She dodged it successfully just as Zach gave my arm a yank towards the stairs.

Surprisingly, the one thing about Zach that was predictable was his room. It was just how imagined it would be (NOT THAT I IMAGINED HIS ROOM A LOT!). It was simple, like him and kind of intimidating, just like him. There were football trophies, basketball trophies, baseball trophies, swim trophies (unfortunately not synchronized) and even a golf trophy (?). He had a couple of signed jersey hung on the wall, and a cluster of photos on his nightstand. One large flatscreen and Xbox was across from the bed.

I raised my eyebrow towards the trophies. "What a modest set of decorations."

Zach had dropped the pizza box on his bed and was jamming a movie into the DVD player. He looked over his shoulder towards the trophies, his face immediately turning red.

"Kate put them up there," he explained, rubbing his neck awkwardly. He picked up a second place 2008 football spring league trophy and fiddled with the extended arm of the little gold figurine. "They're stupid."

I raised an eyebrow towards him. Was that embarrassment I was detecting from the most confident and arrogant person I knew? I was totally giving myself a mental high-five.

The T.V. screen lit up the room for a brief moment as the HP logo flashed on the screen and then went black again. Zach scooped the remote up and jumped onto the bed, sliding the pizza box onto his lap.

"You planning on sitting down there?"

I turned around from my spot on the edge of the bed and looked him over. His confident natural self had taken precedence again and he was leaning back on a pile of pillows smirking at me. I sucked in a deep breath, rolling my eyes and shifting back towards the opposite end of the bed. His mattress-which was unnaturally soft-dipped inwards in the middle and I slid in his direction.

Our arms bumped together.

"So," I began as I scooched away from him a bit, "what are we watching?"

Zach cracked open the pizza box, filling the room with hot, cheesy air. He scooped a slice out, folded it like a burrito, and stuffed the majority of it into his mouth.

"Yames Bonf."

The poor, muffled excuse of a word was swallowed away as he finished his first bite of pizza. He grinned at me with his now empty mouth and tried again. "James Bond. But not the stupid ones that came out recently. The classic ones." His eyes were sparkling with excitement. "You haven't seen them, have you"

I shook my head and then, as something dawned on me, added, "Them? How many are we watching?"

His grin widened. "Depends. What time do you have to be home?"

"Well, on normal days my curfew is 12. But when I'm being forced to watch a bunch of old spy movies it's like, right now. Gotta go!" I made a move towards the door, only to be tugged back down by Zach.

He snickered, tilting the box towards me. "Shut up, eat some pizza, and watch," he instructed.

So I did.

A Summary of The Night's Events

A list by Cammie Morgan:

7:12 pm: James Bond, Dr. No (1962) begins and Zach immediately begins to mouth the words of the movie.

7:14 pm: Zach asks me if I like it, even though the movie literally just started.

7:23 pm: The pizza box is empty. Zach throws it on the floor. There is now nothing between us.

7:31 pm: Zach asks again if I like it.

8:09 pm: Zach shifts on the bed. I slide inward again. This time, I don't move away.

8:16 pm: Zach asks, for the third time if I like it.

8:21 pm: Zach stares at me to make sure I'm laughing at a funny part.

8:35 pm: Zach passionately yells his favorite quote in the movie and then turns to me and asks how I feel about the aforementioned quote.

8:47 pm: Kate comes in to check in on us. She's had a lot of wine. She winks a lot.

8:59 pm: I hold my hand up before Zach can ask what I think of the movie. He shut his already-open mouth.

9:02 pm: I'm way into the movie. I'm definitely on the edge of my metaphorical for some stupid, Zach-like reason, Zach turns it off.

9:02.3 pm: "Zach what the hell? Turn it on!"

9:02.5 pm: "Nah, it's not that great. We'll watch something else." He is clearly not being serious.

9:02.9 pm: "Give it to me!" I lunge for the DVD remote.

9:03 pm: Zach, with his outrageously long arms holds the remote hostage out of my grasp. He turns so his face gets way too close to mine. He says: "You like it," real smugly as if I hadn't been assuring him of that for the last two hours.

9:03.2 pm: "Yeah I do. So cut-" I throw the covers off of myself and lunge towards him, "it-," I climb over him in attempt to grasp the remote, "out." The remote is in my hand and I point it towards the T.V. so that the movie flashes back on.

9:03.3 pm: I realize I'm now definitely a lot closer to Zach than I have ever been ever in my life.

9:03.4 pm: Zach realizes I am now definitely a lot closer to him than I have ever been in my life.

9:03.5 pm: Zach sits up now, leaning against the headboard. I'm still on him. What am I doing? CAMMIE GET OFF OF HIM.

9:03.6 pm: Our faces are way too close. On the T.V someone is screaming. In my head I'm screaming. I NEED TO DO SOMETHING.

9:04 pm: I yank away from him (like I should've done 0.8 seconds ago. Seriously what is wrong with me?) and settle back into a spot on the far, far, far end of the bed. My face is burning. Zach clears his throat.

We finished the movie in silence. I was praying for another Kate check-in but of course, I wasn't so lucky.. Zach slid off the bed, crossing to the stack of movies and picking one up.

"So should we st-"

My phone started buzzing and I leapt off the bed. I had it to my ear in a heartbeat, then, realizing I must've looked like an absolute psychopath, I dropped my arm.

"I'm just gonna take this really fast, is that cool?"

Zach was fiddling around with something on his T.V. and didn't look up. "Yeah, of course," he said, his ears pink.

I lingered in the doorway a moment, before ducking into the hall and pressing it back to my ear.

"Hello?"

Mom's voice burst through the speaker. "Cammie? Hey!" The sound of rain slamming across a windshield was overtaking her voice. I raised the volume up on my phone but it just made the high pitched sound louder.

"Mom?" I asked, "where are you?" I walked a little further down the hallway and headed into the bathroom. The fluorescent light illuminated my face in the mirror and I resisted the urge to scream in shock.

I looked insane. Like clinically insane. My hair was frizzed up from lying on the bed and my cheeks were flaming red. I looked sort of like a character from Jurassic Park… or Monsters Inc.

As I ran my fingers over my hair Mom shouted back into the phone. "I'm on my way home from the store and there's a huge storm coming in. Are you home?"

My hair was in a knot on the top of my head. All those times I complained about having incredibly flat and boring hair was finally taking it's revenge on me. I looked like some sort of circus clown.

"Um, not exactly," I said as I reached up to tug out my hair tie. My hair tumbled down, somehow looking worse than before. "I'm at the Goode's watching a movie."

The screeching sound of the brakes slamming pierced through the phone. "DRIVE BETTER!" My breathe caught. Ever since my Dad's accident, driving in the rain sort of freaked me out. It was why I had a license I barely even used, and why whenever Mom was driving a long way without me, I was always silently panicking.

On the line, Mom yelled and then sighed. "Sorry Cam, you'd think people would be more careful in this weather. Anyways, why don't you get home before the storm makes it over there?"

"Okay." I hesitated. "Mom… drive safe."

Her voice was soft when she answered. "I will, kiddo. I'll see you in a bit." The phone clicked as she hung up and I stood in front of the mirror, getting my bearings. I had now finished patting down my hair and realized that that was as good as it was going to get. I flicked off the light and headed back towards Zach's room. He had returned to his previous spot on the bed with the new movie paused. He glanced up when I walked in.

I held up my phone. "That was my mom. She said there's a storm coming or some-" I was cut off by a giant clap of thunder. It was so big it felt like it shook the whole house. "I should get going."

Zach nodded. "I'll walk you," he said, sliding off the bed. He grabbed the remote and flicked off the movie menu.

Another clash of thunder struck the house as we made it down the stairs. Kate was still in her spot on the couch with the reality T.V running ("It's my guilty pleasure, don't you dare judge me Cammie."). Outside the living room window water was pouring down in buckets. Kate looked up from her T.V. show with raised eyebrows.

"She's gonna say 'wow, it's really coming down out there, huh?'" Zach whispered in my ear. He had leaned in close to me and pressed his lips not quite, but almost on my ear. I jumped a little at the feeling of him so close to me which was, like, mega embarrassing, and cocked my head in confusion.

Before I could even ask what he was talking about, Kate shook her head and stood up from her spot on the couch, looking out the window.

"Wow," she began. Immediately, I broke out into a smile realizing he'd been predicting Kate's next words. "It's really coming down out there, huh?"

I looked over my shoulder at a grinning Zach, who winked back at me. "Every. Time," he informed me proudly.

Kate narrowed her eyes at us, totally not oblivious to the fact that we were whispering about her and tapped her fingers on her wine glass. "What?" She questioned suspiciously, which just made me want to start laughing right in her face.

Luckily, Zach came to my rescue. "Nothing. You're right though, it really is coming down out there."

At this point, I couldn't hold it in. I burst out laughing, which made Zach grab my arm and hastily lead me to the door while Kate glared at us some more. He grabbed an umbrella that was hanging on a coat hook and yelled, "I'm walking her home!" as the front door shut behind us.

Outside, the wind was howling. The rain was dropping from the sky in tons. The icy cold water hit me before Zach could even get the umbrella open.

We started to cross the (soaking wet) grass of his (soaking wet) yard towards my (soaking wet) doorstep. We had almost made it there mostly dry, when a giant gust of wind yanked the corners of the umbrella up and it took flight out of Zach's grasp.

We were covered in water instantly. Like head to toe soaked.

I scrambled up to my front door in an attempt to stay dry.

"Thanks for the movie," I said to Zach once I got it open. I stepped inside to get away from the pouring rain. "Sorry we couldn't watch the rest."

Zach was shaking away droplets of water from his (soaking wet) disheveled hair. Even though he was now thoroughly soaked, he was still smirking.

"No worries, Gallagher Girl." There was a giant clap of thunder as the intensity of the rain seemed to double. "We'll take a rain check."

I rolled my eyes but was smiling anyways. My front door was shut before Zach could inevitably announce, "Pun intended."

I stayed at the doorway for a minute smiling to myself, then hurried upstairs to shower and change. After an endless day of working with Kate and making a fool of myself at Zach's house nothing sounded better than a long, hot shower.

I ran the water and hurried in, closing my eyes under the shower head and replaying the day's events over in my mind. As far as my days in Roseville went this was definitely one of the most exciting ones. I had gotten to hang out with Kate who so far had become my number one favorite adult in town, and I met someone new. And Zach. I got to hang out with Zach too, and even though I always managed to seem pretty dumb in front of him, it was actually really fun.

When I finished showering, a good 20 minutes later, I got dressed in my comfiest pajamas and headed downstairs to be there when Mom got home. My timing was perfect. Her headlights were shining through the living room windows by the time I made it to the front door.

Mom burst inside carrying an armload of grocery bags that were ⅔ groceries ⅓ rainwater. She sloshed into the house, dropping them on the kitchen counter and leaving a trail of puddles as she walked.

"God it's pouring," she sighed, wringing her dripping hair over the sink. She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and then reached over to ruffle my hair. "Hey kiddo, how was your day?"

I pulled a gallon of milk and some yogurt out of one of the plastic bags and slid it into the fridge. "Pretty good," I admitted. "Kate's job is really fun." I remembered Josh, who for some reason I had totally forgot about while at Zach's house, and turned to Mom. "And some guy asked for my number."

Mom, who had been stocking bags of chips into our pantry, stopped what she was doing. "Who? Zach?" she questioned excitedly. Her eyes were shining brightly.

"No Mom," I sighed, rolling my eyes. Why was that her first assumption? Besides why would Zach need my phone number when he already knew my address? If he ever needed to talk to me he could literally shout out his bedroom window.

"So? Who was it? Jesus, Cammie stop with the suspense!"

I turned away from her and placed some deli meat in a drawer in the fridge, taking my time just to make her mad. Then I turned around and announced, "His name is Josh and we met at the bowling alley."

Mom's face wrinkled in confusion. "Bowling alley? I thought you went to work with Kate today."

I didn't feel like explaining everything with Barry's Bowling Alley, his briefcase with blank papers, or his endless cardboard cutouts. Instead I said, "He's a little bit taller than me, pretty cute, and has curly black hair."

"Wow," Mom cooed, wiggling her eyebrows. "More details please."

I shook my head. There was not a chance in hell I would be telling her anything else about meeting Josh. She had already made an enormous deal when Zach had asked me to go to his game. I could only imagine what she'd do after I told her the story of how Josh and I had met.

"I'm tired Mom," I said, which wasn't a total lie. "Can I tell you tomorrow?"

She sighed but nodded anyways, reaching over to give me a kiss. "Love you. Good night."

"Love you too," I called down on my way up the stairs.

I was out like a light within seconds.

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Macey was mad.

Well, that might've been an understatement.

Macey was furious.

"Liz will you please tell Cammie that I have never felt more betrayed in my entire life?"

Macey was now not talking to me.

"Cammie, Macey said tha-"

"Yeah Liz," I interrupted. "I got it."

It was Monday morning and we were at lunch. I had made the super, seriously stupid mistake of casually mentioning Josh's name and the fact that we had been texting since Sunday night.

After that all hell broke loose. Macey, a) spit out the bite of her shrimp salad she had been chewing on, b) glared at me, and c) shouted "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

Liz a) hushed Macey, b) giggled, and c) leaned in closer to me and said, "He's cute Cammie!"

All while Bex, who had been doing last minute German homework, a) put her pencil down, b) sighed, and c) informed me, "Rookie mistake, mate. You should've told her the day it happened."

My eyes widened in surprise. I wasn't exactly used to having close friends I told everything to. Girl friendship 101 was about as lost on me as boy talk was. "I mean technically it was Saturday when we met," I admitted, and then flinched when Macey literally growled in my direction.

I hurried to retell Saturday's events up until Zach dropping me off at home. When I finished, Liz's eyebrows were in the air and Bex was grinning at me devilishly. Macey however, was still glaring.

"So," Bex was saying, cheekily. "A love triangle?"

I choked on the sandwich I had been trying to swallow. "A lo-what? What are you talking about?" I gulped down my water, shaking my head. My friends had lost it.

"Liz," Macey declared haughtily, "will you please tell Cammie to not be so stupid"

"Cammie don't be so stupid."

"Both Zach and Josh are obviously into her."

"Both Zach and Josh are obviously into you."

"And if she was a real friend we would've been able to explain all this to her Saturday night when this all apparently happened."

"And if you were-"

"Liz," I said loudly. Her mouth snapped shut abruptly and she glanced back and forth between the two of us, nibbling on a wheat thin. This all seemed like too much for her sweet, innocent heart to handle.

I leaned over the table and slid Macey my phone. If this metaphorical olive branch didn't do the trick I was literally at a loss in how to soothe her anger. "Here," I said as I nudged her with it. "Read the messages between us. That should fill you in on everything you need to know."

Macey's blue eyes slid longingly towards my phone but quickly snapped away. She huffed.

"And," I added, "for the record: Zach is definitely not into me. You guys couldn't be more wrong on that one."

That was enough to do it. "Cammie you are so clueless." Macey groaned, as if instinctively. She tugged my phone out of my hand and her, Bex, and Liz all drew their heads together to scroll through my messages with Josh.

I leaned back proudly, glad I had been able to pacify the problem. Macey mad was something I had seen and didn't want to experience in full force. I learned that the longer you let her simmer, the worse it got.

While my friends were giggling over my sad attempt at flirt-texting I finished up my lunch and glanced around the cafeteria. We had left our fifth period classes early under "official Principal Morgan business"(a.k.a: I wrote a fake note saying my mom needed us ASAP and passed it to our teachers) and had managed to make it to lunch before everyone else had been released.

Besides us and the lunch ladies, the cafeteria was empty. The perfect setting for all the screaming and giggling going on around my phone screen.

"Wow, Cammie, you really said that after he called you pretty?" Bex questioned incredulously, looking at me under her thick brows. She cocked her head to the side and stared at me with narrowed eyes. "Interesting…"

I felt my face grow hot. If this was the price I had to pay in order to make up for not being open with my friends I would make sure to never hold anything from them again. I wanted to bury my head in the ground and die.

Suddenly, before I could face anymore text-induced humiliation, the fifth period bell rang to dismiss everyone for lunch. I yanked the phone out of Macey's manicured hands as the first few students came trickling in.

"Hey!" she cried indignantly, but I raised my eyebrows in the sternest face I could muster.

"From this point on no one says anything about it, okay?" I declared in my most dictator-like voice. My eyes slid around the three girls in front of me making sure they were on the same page as me.

"Says anything about what?" A school lunch tray slammed on the table next to me, throwing chunks of cheese enchilada onto the hard white surface of the table.

I looked up at Zach's curious and smirking face, making sure to lock my phone and drop it onto my lap. There was no way he would be hearing about my poor attempt at talking to boys. He already made fun of me enough, I could only imagine what he would do if he heard how I lacked the flirting gene everyone at Roseville seemed to get.

"Oh, nothing!" Liz said cheerily. It was the saddest attempt of a lie I had ever seen in my life. I wanted to stab myself in the neck repeatedly with the plastic fork that had been lying under our lunch table all period.

"Good lying, Liz," Zach chuckled before digging into his food. Grant quickly dropped into the seat next to him and began scarfing down his own food in the same hungry fashion. What was it about boys that made them always eat like it was their first meal in years?

I wrinkled my nose and turned towards the people that were slowly beginning to join our table.

My first day at school I had only sat with Bex, Liz, and Macey. Now our table was always full, usually with people sitting two to a seat. The majority of the people were football players, which meant they usually brought an entourage of loud, crude jokes, bad table manners, and cheerleaders to sit with them.

For the majority of lunch our table was one of the loudest and most obnoxious table in the cafeteria (second only to the band kids who practiced the whole time). There was food throwing and screaming and the occasional snapping of a lunch tray for no particular reason other than a random rush of football player testosterone.

It wasn't until Tina Waters started telling a story that was probably only 30% true, that the table finally quieted down.

"...and I heard he once killed a man with nothing more than a coat hanger!"

I had been planning on completely dismissing her story altogether, but her last comment made me do a double take and lean in to listen.

"Who?" I asked, against my better judgement.

Tina turned her dark brown eyes towards me. She looked thrilled to have someone to retell her story to. She pushed aside her lunchbox and leaned over the table. "Our new Government teacher, Mr. Solomon. Super hot. The dark and dangerous type. I've heard-from someone who would prefer to remain nameless-"

"Yourself," Grant coughed, not so quietly.

"-that he was some sort of FBI agent or something. And that he's killed lots of people. Isn't that crazy?"

I raised an eyebrow and shot a glance towards Macey who just shrugged back in return. She was well beyond believing anything Tina Walters said anymore. The last rumor I had heard from her was the one going around on my first day, that I had been banned out of an italian boarding school after seducing the french ambassador's son.

Bex pulled a napkin off of the table and wiped her hands clean of the fish n'chips she'd brought to lunch. "Interesting."

Tina nodded vigorously, turning towards her group of dedicated gossip worshippers and going into further detail about our alleged FBI agent-teacher.

"Speaking of things dark and dangerous," Jonas said as he dropped his books onto the table and took a seat. "No night swimming next weekend."

I looked up from my food in, confused. "What's next weekend?"

"Columbus Day weekend," Grant announced through a full mouth. He swallowed as if he was clearing his mouth to say something else but then took another enormous bite and added, "My lakehouse."

I nodded, remembering our conversation at Cici's a couple of weeks ago. How could I forget? It would be my first official away-from home weekend since I was at Gallagher.

"Oh yeah. I totally for-"

The lunch bell rang, cutting me off and causing everyone to jolt out of their seats. I stood up too, stuffing my lunch box into my backpack and heading out of the cafeteria with Liz and Zach in tow.

Since discovering we all had the same sixth period on the first day, the three of us had been walking to class together. We rounded the corner out of the cafeteria, towards biology, and were stopped short when a figure blocked our way.

"Just Cammie! Hey!"

It was Josh, in all his curly haired, flannel wearing glory. He was walking with a tall, blonde girl who had appeared to be mid-story. She had now stopped short in the climax of her sentence and looked a little crestfallen.

But Josh paid no attention to the incredibly bummed girl to his left, or to the two people on either side of me that were staring at this post-lunch routine interruption in surprise. Well, Zach seemed more annoyed than surprised, but Liz was certainly wide-eyed.

"Hey!" I exclaimed excitedly. Despite being very embarrassed to see Josh in this situation, I was actually happy to see him. After a full day of texting back and forth, it was nice to see his face.

Josh stepped away from the girl he had been talking to (who was now shockingly pink in the face) and nodded towards my friends. "Hey guys."

His greeting was met with an over-excited 'hi!' from Liz and a cool nod from Zach. The girl he had been with still hadn't taken the hint. She was lingering behind him, bright red. "I guess I'll see you later then, Josh?" she said weakly, while her eyes were trained on me. I felt a twinge of guilt, but then Josh smiled at me and I got distracted.

"Huh? Oh yeah DeeDee, I'm just gonna walk Cammie to class." Then to me, "Where ya headed bowler champ?"

I snickered even though I felt even though I felt that private jokes were just making this awkward situation worse. Regardless of this fact, I said "Bio."

"Which is this way," Zach clarified, nodding his head in the opposite direction Josh was appearing to take me.

Oblivious to his harsh tone and all awkwardness, Josh grinned. "We'll go the long way. We have lots to talk about."

He grabbed my bio book out of my hand (southern gentlemen manners strike again) and together we started going (the long way) towards bio. I felt a little nervous being alone with him again. The first time we had met we had been bowling, which was a guaranteed conversation fueler. But now? Now it was just me, him, and a school hallway.

"So…" Josh managed to somehow balance my bio textbook and simultaneously stuff his hand down his pockets. "D'ya know I've seen you around school a lot and I've never had the nerve to say anything to you."

I felt my ever-present blush creeping up my cheeks. Why would anyone need nerve to talk to me? What part of my 5'6 physique screamed intimidation? "I'm surprised you can talk to me now after I almost crushed you in bowling," I joked.

Josh snickered, his eyes sliding to me now. "I actually wanted to ask you something,"

A nervous jolt shot through my stomach.

"You want to take me up on my rematch offer?"

Cammie, for the love of God, shut. up.

Josh's grin widened. We had reached the bio classroom by now and most people were already in their seats. Soon the minute bell would ring and Josh would have to head to class.

"Actually, sort of," Josh was saying. I wasn't sure if he was talking faster because he was running out of time or because he was anxious, but his next words came out in a jumble. "I was hoping we could go out sometime? Like Friday?"

The minute bell blared out over us. Jessica O'Conner hurried past us into class.

"Like a date?"

"Um. Yeah. Like a date. Unless, I mean, unless that's not cool with you. Then we could just hang out. Or not. I mean it's really-"

I grabbed my bio book out of his hands and grinned. "It's a date."

Then I hurried into class before I could say something stupid .