Cam Fisher sat at a table in Westchester Country Club dining room which faced a window that looked out over the golf course. He pulled at the collar of his uniform what felt like the millionth time since he sat down with Massie.

Ah Massie Block. He hardly knew the girl but there was just something about her that struck him as different. More different than any other rich girl he had met. He knew she was filthy rich mainly because she had a membership at the club and he could tell that she was carrying a designer bag and wore designer shoes.

Cam had been part of the upper class since as long as he could remember though he was always on the outside. He worked for rich people but had never once experienced the taste of it. His collar on his shirt might as well been blue since he had worked every single day of his life since he was about ten. Ever since his dad had died. But Massie didn't seem to mind at all that he worked so much.

Her amber eyes were the first thing that caught his attention. How they seemed to light up her whole face. She seemed to laugh at everything he said which he didn't find annoying at all. Not like he did with his last girlfriend. Cam shuttered just thinking about Claire. He would not go there.

"So do you ask to hang out with all of the girls that come here?" Massie asked.

Cam smiled. "Only the pretty ones," he joked.

Massie laughed and Cam's heart soared. He liked that he could make her laugh and that she didn't take offense to his joking. She seemed like a pretty laid back girl. It looked like she was about to say something else when all of a sudden her eyes went wide. Her face paled and ducked down a little bit.

Cam turned in his chair to see what she saw but only saw a guy about their age making his way towards them.

"Oh crap. Oh crap. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot!" Massie muttered under her breath when she saw he recognized her.

Cam turned back to her. "Who is that?" he asked.

Massie sighed and played with the table cloth. "That's my ex boyfriend, Kemp Hurley. Emphasis on the ex part."

Cam looked back at the guy who was now only a few feet away. He was tall and had curly brown hair with electric blue eyes. Cam could see why she fell for him but judging by just the way he walked he knew why she had dumped him. He was a typical rich snob.

"Hey! Massie, baby! How are you?" Kemp called over to Massie whose color had now returned to her cheeks.

"Hey Kemp," she replied uninterested. "I'm doing fine. How are you?"

Massie didn't mind mindless chitchat but she knew that Kemp wasn't like that. The second he acknowledged Cam he would instantly become the jealous ex boyfriend which annoyed Massie to no end.

"Amazing! I finally beat Harrington at golf today," he replied referring to Derrick Harrington. Another one of Massie's ex boyfriends. Though it had been so long ago that Kemp had apparently forgotten. Derrick was the ultimate player at golf. So beating him at his own game was a definite accomplishment.

"That's awesome," Massie said.

Cam stared hard at Massie trying to decipher whether she was uncomfortable with the fact that Kemp was here or that fact that she had been caught hanging out with the help. He figured it was the former since she stared off into the distance whenever Kemp talked to her.

"So, who's your friend?" Kemp asked pointing his finger at Cam.

"Oh that's-" Massie started but Cam cut her off.

"Cam Fisher." Cam looked directly at Kemp wanting him to know that he wasn't scared easily by spoiled rich kids. He had dealt with them his entire life.

Kemp narrowed his eyes at Cam. "So have you sunk so low Mass that you're hanging out with the help?"

Massie rolled her eyes. Here we go, she thought.

Cam wasn't the least bit offended by Kemp's comment. He had heard it a million times before. The thing that struck him was the fact that he had dragged Massie's name through it.

"Well she seems to be having an awesome time with the help," Cam replied. "A lot more fun than hanging with you apparently."

Kemp scowled at him and was about to say something when he saw someone across the room. A grin broke out on his face and he began walking away. "This isn't over, Mass!" he called as he reached the girl he was looking for.

Massie sighed. Kemp always had to make something a game to him. No matter how small or finite.

"Well he was a charming fellow," Cam retorted.

Massie laughed. "Fellow?"

Cam laughed too. "Well I wasn't about to call him a guy because he's as sissy as they come."

Massie giggled. Cam had a point. Kemp was all talk but no action. Basically harmless in a way.

"So who's that girl he's talking to?" Cam asked gesturing to the two in the corner whispering about something.

"Oh that's Alicia Rivera. Ex-best friend," Massie replied. She seemed to have a lot of exes in her life. Boys and girls. Guess no one really felt the need to treat her right so out of her life they went.

"Uh-oh what did she do?" Cam wondered gazing intently at Massie.

Massie shook her head. "Long story."

Cam looked down at his watch and sighed. "Well save it for another time because I have to get home. Mom's actually cooking dinner tonight."

Massie's heart dropped. She didn't want Cam to go. She wanted to spend all day with him. He was the only person she could really talk to and know that he was listening. She thought about the empty house she would return to where she would sit down to dinner by herself.

Cam noticed her faced dropped and he gave a small smile. He didn't want to leave Massie. He enjoyed just being with her. An idea popped into his head.

"Mass would you like to join me for dinner?"

Massie smiled. "You're sure your mom won't mind?"

Cam snorted. "Please. Living in a house with four boys? I'm pretty sure she'll be ecstatic with a girl joining us."

"I'd be thrilled then," Massie replied. Cam stood up and jokingly bowed and offered Massie his hand.

Massie giggled and took his hand with ease. It was warm and comfortable. Just like she thought it would be.

As Cam and Massie walked out of the country club noticed Kemp and Alicia staring at her. Oh she was just in no mood to deal with them. But soon enough she would have to. After all they did come from the same world.