Chapter dedicated to: the poem guest
Not A Date
The day started with me springing out of bed and flinging my curtains open with a flourish. Sun streamed in as I greeted the morning with a smile.
What, you may ask, has this little cucumber so spritely?
Well, I shall tell you my friend.
I am determined not to let others' opinions effect me any longer.
After a long wallow in self-pity after I got home after bumping into John, some rumpled tissues and playing of The Notebook, I went to bed with a stomach engorged with ice cream and M&Ms and a new mind set: I, Cameron Morgan, am a strong independent woman who doesn't need other people to dictate my life.
If I was happy with Austen then so be it.
He hadn't done anything to me that should deserve my caution. Austen, so far, had been the sweetest he could be and I couldn't be happier.
I couldn't.
I don't think I could…
Anyway!
The point is, I wasn't going to let Liana's or John's words get to me. For whatever reason they were against us, but that didn't have to effect Austen and I.
Besides, I had other problems to worry about, why worry about Austen? He was the one thing I didn't have to worry about right now. Today I had to talk to Liz about what was wrong. I was going to call her after I got back from coffee.
Coffee, which I was having with a certain green-eyed boy that made my heart stutter.
I mean honestly the smile on my face was all for him.
Who wouldn't be smiling when they were going to hangout with Zachary Goode? Seriously I was having a little bit of a freak out.
Okay a lot of a freak out.
Which brings me to worry number two… what should I wear?
I sang in the shower as loud as I could. Nobody else was in the house to listen or hear it anyway so why hold back? I danced around in my towel and tried to decide what to wear. Normally I would call Liz, but again I was saving that for later. I couldn't just call her up while in the middle of a fight and ask for help. Not without apologizing and I knew our talk had to be long and serious not a giggling boy session.
Not that I was seeing this as a date between Zach and I. I was dating Austen after all. No, this coffee was between friends, just a crazy obsessed fangirl and the boy she admired from afar, who were just friends.
And to prove that we were just friends I wrote it on my hand. So I wouldn't forget.
I dressed in dark skinny jeans and a black top before tossing on a dusty rose sweater. Comfy and cozy. That's my motto.
As I put on a light layer of makeup I tried to keep my mind form wondering back to yesterday. I mean, positive mindset and everything, but it was hard.
John had spoken with such sincerity. The hardest part of it all was at the end when I thought I saw guilt in his eyes. He had seen me cry again. I hated people seeing me cry and I couldn't help but think about when I didn't associate with Austen and his friends. I had been content watching from afar with Liz at our corner table in the lunchroom. The corner table, which was now occupied by strangers, had been our home in school. Recently Liz had taken to eating with Jonas and his friends and since I was eating at the Center Table it was left empty for a couple days before other upper classmen took it over. I think a group of junior girls ate there now…
My heart ached every time I saw them laughing and eating their food.
Liz and I used to laugh and eat food.
Speaking of eating food do I have breakfast before I go meet Zach or do I have a muffin or donut with my coffee?
It doesn't take me long to decide I'm going to both so I grab a bowl and prepare some cereal. I'm a breakfast eater on weekends. I usually eat so much breakfast and then hardly eat anything the rest of the day till dinner. Its just how I am. I guess I get distracted on weekends and forget to eat lunch or snack. Unless I'm bored, then I pig out and gain a few pounds.
Finishing up my bowl I grab my winter jacket and a hat (check to make sure I have my phone and twenty bucks) and head out the door. A walk into town on this crispy morning will be nice.
My stomach is a mess of butterflies and fairies on my way to the coffee shop. I don't think I've ever been so nervous going to buy a coffee before. I'm not exactly sure why I'm nervous… it almost feels like when I went on my date with Austen but on steroids. I suppose that's my inner fangirl kicking in. The last time (and first time) I saw Zach on the school trip and I had Liz at my side then. Now it'll be just Zach and I, unless he's bringing his friends. I know Grant is in town with him and he mentioned someone else on the phone the other night so perhaps he's bringing them along. I don't know how I feel about the thought of other people being there. On one hand it would be a good icebreaker. I only meet Grant once, but I got the feeling the guy never found a situation awkward. He was definitely that person in the group who was oblivious to tension and when everyone else was shifting in their seats he'd be like "Bro I'm telling you, you got to put some Nutella on that pizza. It's fucking amazing." And everyone just looks at him like awkward.
So yeah, Grant being there could be good, but on the other hand, I'd be out numbered. Zach would have friends and I'd be alone. What if they brought up and inside joke and started laughing and then I start laughing even though I don't know the joke and they think I'm a freak.
Gosh that would be worse than an awkward silence…
By the time the horror of that thought crosses my mind I find myself in front of The Bean and taking a deep break I step though the warm embrace of my little sanctuary; the sweet aroma of coffee and sugar swirling through the expanse of the room. The spicy scents of fall had been replaced by gingerbread and pine. It smelt like Christmas in here. It was fairly busy, a slight hum in their air as people enjoy their Joe on this chilly morning, snuggled up on the worn leather couches or chatting at the dark wood tables that lined the windows of the shop.
I scanned the room for a familiar pair of green eyes, but jump as someone shouts a greeting. I turn my head to see Zach sitting at a corner table by the window, grinning widely and causing him to have a boyish look about him. I can't help but smile back at him. My stomach flipping and my heart skipping a beat.
This is crazy! It' actually Zach, he's actually in Roseville!
I walked towards him, carful not to trip and fall flat on my face. That is something I would do.
"Gallagher Girl," Zach stood up from the chair he was sat in and before I had time to reply he had his arms wrapped around me. I popped up onto my tiptoes to meet him halfway. He squeezed me tight before letting me go.
I'm going to say that metaphorically speaking there were sparks when Zach hugged me because my life has been a cliché chicklit novel recently and that what the main star in one of those books would say.
In honesty though, my heart was a freaking hummingbird in my chest. It wasn't even beating anymore but humming instead.
"Man it feels good to see you in person again." He said and I smiled.
"You too."
I was going to explode.
After a moment we sat down again. I looked at the empty table between us.
"Have you not ordered anything?" I asked and Zach shook his head.
"Nah, I was waiting for you." I smiled at him
"How long were you waiting?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Only about five minutes, don't worry about it." He gave me a small smile "You like nice by the way.' I felt my cheeks heat up and Zach's sweet smile turned into a little smirk. It only caused me to blush more.
"Want to go order now? Great! Lets go now!" I said jumping out of my chair without giving him a chance to reply. I only see a spark of amusement in his emerald eyes before I'm up at the counter. I smile at barista, Amy, and order a cinnamon chestnut latte and a gingerbread cookie from the baked goods behinds the glass.
"Is that all?" Amy asked and I nodded, but before I could hand her my money a hand caught my wrist.
"I'll have what she's having." Zach's voice cut in and then he handed Amy a twenty-dollar bill. I didn't know what to do. Did Zach just pay for my coffee and cookie?
I turned to face him as Amy smiled and went to prepare our coffees.
"Did you just pay for me?" I asked and raised my eyebrows at him. Zach mimicked my expression and tone when he replied
"Yes, I did?" I narrowed my eyes slightly and tried to fight off the butterflies in my stomach.
Stupid butterflies!
Go away!
You should be dead in December anyway!
Zach only smirked back at me.
Oh the nerve!
I didn't need him to pay for my coffee, I didn't expect him to pay and to be honest I didn't really want him to pay. Was there a small part of me that was singing and cheering? Yes. Was there another small part which was confused a slightly guilty thinking about what Austen would think? Yes again.
Not that there was anything going on right now. This wasn't a date and Zach was only a friend.
Least that's what I wrote on my hand…
We collected our drinks and cookies and then headed back to our table.
I settled into my chair, tucking one leg under my but and started digging into my cookie with a moment's hesitation. I had a sweet tooth; a pretty bad one and this cookie was going to be gone in a minute. I placed two fingers against the side of my coffee and jerked them away when I felt the burn, the coffee was still too hot to drink. When I raised my gaze up I found Zach's memorizing green eyes watching me.
Had he been watching me since we sat down?
I lowered my hand from my mouth just before I popped a piece of cookie in.
"What?" I asked blushing slightly as Zach continued to study me with a small boyish smile on his face.
"Nothing… you've some crumbs on your chin." He said and my face flushed a deeper red than Santa Clause's suit. I ducked my head and rubbed my chin. Sure enough cookie crumbs fell onto the table. I heard Zach chuckle softly as I discreetly ate my last piece of cookie.
"That was adorable." He said with a dazzling grin when I finally raise my head to look at him again. I smiled back and then we laughed lightly together.
"I can't believe you're in Roseville." I said and checked my coffee again to see if I could drink it yet.
"I know, I didn't tell you till last minute incase things fell through or something, but my mom has been pestering me to go back to school recently and I finally relented." He said with a shrug and then leaned back in his chair. I nodded my head. Zach had started being homeschooled shortly after his first video became a hit. The kids in his local school didn't all respond so nicely. The girls either chased him or teased him and the guys were cruel and jealous. Zach had been the kicker on the JV football team, really good player and the last straw was him being cornered in the locker room after practice. No I'm sure Zach could hold his own in a fight against one or two guys, but when half a high school football team is against you… you should be able to judge fight or flight. Zach couldn't take flight though with the wall at his back and ended up with a concussion and a broken hand (because he did get some punches and broke a kid's nose). He started being homeschooled after that and had been for the past 2 years. I couldn't believe it when he told me about the first time. I don't understand how anyone would want to hurt Zach because he was popular, but perhaps the boys were just jealous of his handsome face, charming smile and talent. I had always wondered what it would like to be home schooled and always imagined it would be easier than real school, but Zach had told me that wasn't really the case. He actually spent more time on school than he used to because he didn't have specific hours he was forced to stick to. Grant and a couple one of his other good friends were also homeschooled with Zach because of similar reasons. Zach's other close friends had either turned against him or drifted away ever since his videos became so popular. It was kinda sad to think about… that he had lost so much for no real reason.
"Wait," I paused processing what he said "You're going back to high school?" I asked and Zach leaned forward to rest his forearms on the top of the table. His eyes shined with excitement and enthusiasm. He was obviously waiting for me to ask that question and was eager to answer.
"Yes, I am. I'm going to be finishing senior year in school." I pursed my lips. I didn't like the idea of Zach going back to that school. Those people didn't deserve him after all they had done to him.
"Why would you want to go back there?" I asked
"I'm not going back to Kirkford High School." He said and his excitement shifted to mischief, his smile dipping into a smirk and it was damn sexy if you asked me.
What?!
I have no idea where that thought came from.
"W-whaa..." I stuttered and cleared my throat and dirty mind "What do you mean?"
Zach eyed me for a moment probably to increase the suspense of the moment and I reached for my coffee, glad to see that it was no longer going to burn my tongue and took sip, eyeing him over the rim of the mug and then he said: "I'm coming to Gallagher."
And I couldn't stop it.
My heart leapt out of my chest and my eyes popped out of their sockets and I- I sprayed my mouthful of coffee across the table… into Zach's face and all over the table and his shirt.
My hand slapped over my mouth immediately and Zach jumped back, his seat crashing to the floor as he stood in shock, his eyes tightly closed and mouth hung open. His arms stretched out to the sides as though he was doing some kind of bird impersonation and all was silent. My cheeks were on fire and I knew all eyes were on us, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Zach.
The silence was heavy, thick and uncomfortable.
I had… I had just spit on Zach. Zach Goode. The Zachary Goode.
I had just done my first spit take and it was delicious latte was all over this beautifully attractive boy. Zach's face slowly started to drop from its scrunched up, tense expression and he shook his arms slightly and they began to lower.
He was going to yell at me.
This was the end of everything.
He was never going to speak to me ever again. I mean who would?
I had just spit all over him and that's disgusting.
And now I would have to see him school and know that I had spit on him and ruined our friendship.
I felt my eyes start to burn. I was going to cry. I was going to… Zach was so mad he was so mad he…
Wait- what?
Was he… laughing?
It started off as his head dropping low so I couldn't see his face and his shoulders shaking slightly and gradually grew to all out, tear jerking laughter. Zach's whole body shook as he clutched his stomach and he looked at me with humor filled green eyes and he laughed. He laughed so hard I started to hear other people in the coffeehouse chuckling to themselves. My eyes dried up and a giggled escaped my lips. I quickly stood up from my chair, took hold of one of his hands and dragged him outside where we weren't going to be disrupting everyone. We staggered around the corner in our fits of giggles and leaned against the brick wall. Zach placed one hand on the wall next to my head and hung his as he continued to laugh.
I couldn't believe it. I had spit all over him and he thought it was hilarious.
"That." breath "was" breath "so" breath "hysterical." He breathed out and then raised his face so he was looking me in the eyes. He was smiling like crazy, but then I realized how close he was. His nose was practically brushing mine and his breath fanned my face in little white puffs as it met the cold air.
I shivered.
My coat was still inside. We had left everything in there, but honestly I only dragged him out here so he could pull himself back together. We were causing such a scene inside and I didn't want to ruin my favorite hangout place because I had a nervous, crazy moment with this hot guy.
But really, come on Zachary Goode jus told me he's coming to my high school! How can I not freak out? I couldn't swallow that sip of latte. It was a spit take situation. It was partly his fault for springing the news on me while I was drinking.
"I- I'm sorry I spit on you…" I whispered, my smile small and shy and I couldn't think of anything except the light dusting of freckles he had over his nose and across his cheeks. It was adorable. The urge to reach out and brush his shaggy black hair off his forehead was strong and I gripped the sides of my thighs to resist.
"I wish I had had a camera going. That was some good material." He said with a smirk, one eyebrow raised, but his voice was breathy and a little raspy from all the laughing.
Another wave of shivers ran over me and this time Zach noticed, a frown etching onto his face.
"Are you cold?" He asked and I could only nod at the concern in his voice. "Why'd you take us outside?"
"Because we were causing a scene." I said my gaze flitting away from his face as my cheeks turned pink. Zach smiled.
"I think you're the one who caused the scene, I hope the barista isn't offended that your reaction to his coffee was to spit it out." He teased and I scoffed.
"That wasn't why I spit out my coffee, in fact it was delicious."
"Why did you spit your coffee then, hmm?" Zach asked softer and the look on his face and tone of his voice told me he knew exactly why I had been shocked enough to spit everywhere.
And by everywhere I mean on him.
My mouth opened and yet for a moment no sound came out.
"I- uh…" was it bad to say that he had blown me away by telling me he was coming to my school? Would he take that the wrong way? Would he think we were more than friends if I told him my heart was beating a thousand miles a minutes right now?
Surely there was no harm in being honest?
"You… what Jenny?" he prompted and just like that the moment was broken.
Not that we were having a moment.
I shut my eyes at the sound of my not real name leaving his lips and let out a pained, audible sigh.
I really did have to be honest with him. I had to tell him my real name especially if he was coming to Gallagher Academy. There was no way I could get people to start calling me Jenny before Monday.
I had to come clean.
"Gallagher Girl, you okay?" Zach's concerned voice cut through my mental peptalk and I opened my eyes. He seemed closer then he was when I closed them if that was even possible. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back slightly. He frowned, his arm dropping off the wall, but he took a step back anyway.
"I have to tell you something Zach." I started, my mouth drying up quickly and it suddenly hurt to swallow. What if he didn't want to talk to me anymore once he found out I had been lying to him? I had been lying to him about something as important for over a month. Zach's eyes watched me carefully, not sure why I had suddenly become so serious and nervous. I tried not to bite my nail; I was trying to break that awful habit.
He didn't say anything and I took that as my cue to start explaining.
"Now I... I'm not really sure how to say this, but…" I chewed on my bottom lip "MynameisnotJenny." The words flew out of my mouth quickly and without any distinction. Zach's face looked slightly amused at this.
"Sorry, I have no idea what you just said."
"I said: my name is not Jenny." This time I whispered it, but he heard me just fine because his eyebrows shot up his forehead and the small smile had had on his face fell immediately.
"You're name isn't Jenny?" he asked after a moments silence and I hesitantly nodded. "Well… what is it then?"
"It's Cammie, Cammie Morgan… well Cameron, but everyone calls me Cammie or Cam, whichever you prefer I don't mind either-" I cut myself off before I started rambling and watched Zach carefully. I couldn't really tell what he was thinking, but he hadn't started shouting yet. He hadn't turned around and walked the other way never to look back. At least he hadn't done that yet.
"Cameron." He said and my heart leapt at the sound of him saying my name, my real name "Cameron Morgan." He said and then he squinted his eyes slightly before he smiled slightly.
I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.
"I like it better." He said with the same small smile and I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. He was smiling and that was a good sign. He liked my name too. Butterflies lit up my stomach.
"Thanks—" I started but he cut me off
"But why did you lie to me?"
All right so I wasn't off the hook that easy.
"Well… I- when I made my YouTube account I put in a fake name because I'm a little paranoid about stalkers and creeps on the web and I didn't want people to find me and track me down and kidnap me or something and then when you noticed my comment I flipped out and then I was grateful no one knew it was really me because girls in school had seen all the tweets and stuff about it and I didn't want to deal with them.
"I didn't really think it mattered that much anyway because it wasn't like I knew you or were ever going to have to tell you, but then I bumped into you in Richmond on the art trip and you called me Jenny and I panicked and didn't want to tell you had lied and then we became friends and the more I waited the harder it became to tell you the truth and it all just…"I paused for a breath and finished in a whisper "just got out of hand I guess…" apart of me was still expecting a fight. For him to lash out, but Zach only sighed and nodded.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I asked astonished "That's it? You're not gonna yell at me? You're not mad?"
Zach laughed loudly at that.
"Oh Je-" he corrected himself "Cameron I'm mad. Of course I'm mad, but I'm not going to yell at you because I sort of understand what happened."
"Do you," I swallowed "Do you still want to be friends?" I asked and Zach looked shocked once again. He took a step closer.
"Of course I still want be friends, your name isn't the reasons I wanted to be your friend," he smirked slightly as he emphasized the word friend, he glanced down my hand which was in front of my face as I chewed on my nails.
Okay I give up on giving up my habit.
He sounded teasing as he said "Just your friend, I mea I'm a little hurt that you didn't tell me, but we can we do about it now?" He looked down at my hand again and he chuckled.
What was he laughing at?
I turned my hand around so I was looking at the top of it and I saw the thick black writing on it.
Zach is JUST a friend
I had underlined 'just' twice and I was absolutely mortified.
I immediately stuffed my hand into my pocket and Zach laughed again before putting the palms of his hands on either side of my head and stepping closer, caging my in.
Oh no.
Oh dear.
He lowed his lips to my ear.
"Are we just friends Cameron?" the way he said Cameron sent shivers down my spin, his body heat was so warm in this cold air.
"Very close friends." I breathed out and gestured to how close our bodies were. I was trying to be funny and Zach did chuckle lightly. He was just about to say something, when I heard someone call my name.
"Cameron?" I jumped and hit Zach's nose my forehead. I heard him swear under his breath and I did too.
Shit.
I shoved him away. Harder than before. My chest heaving, I spun around towards the sound of the voice.
Shit.
I mentally hissed again as I met the eyes of the person's.
Liana Davis stood in front of me in her workout leggings, a thick hot pink sweatshirt hood spilled out over the top of her wool coat. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She had obviously just come from the gym and she looked slightly shocked to see me standing there.
I can only imagine I looked similar as I tried to ignore the sounds of Zach's sounds of pain as he rubbed his nose and my conscience because I felt so guilty stood there in front of Liana. I felt like I had betrayed her or something, which I didn't understand in the least.
Zach and I were just friends.
It was written on my hand.
A/N- UNEDITED.
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CHAMELEONMAXERICA21- THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE YOU AND YOUR FRIEND LIKE THIS CHAPTER AND I'M SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU BOTH WAITING SO LONG! YOUR REVIEWS MAKE MY DAY!
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My life has even been effected.
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And ask you about your delay.
Let me just say
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Every day I pray
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Although your lack of updates is okay,
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