Author's Note: yo, Yo, YO! I'm all fired up today! So sorry for the late updates, I've been have piles of homework! I've managed to written the third chapter, enjoy!

Have I ever told you how much I love Mrs. Wieber? She's just about the most amazing teacher in the whole wide world. Out of all the spots she could have put Zach, she chose the one next to mine. I'm practically hyperventilating inside! His chair is awfully close to mine, the presence of his body next to me, I could hear his slow, steady breathing. He got his chin resting on his hands, and his face never changing. He just looks at his desk all day. Maracelle went completely starstruck. She kept eyeing him the whole day and she volunteered whenever she got the chance to show him around.

I'm too nervous to say hello, so the first half of the day was just awkward silence. Mrs. Wieber made each of us stand up (one at a time) and introduce ourselves to him. We were supposed to say our names and say a little detail about ourselves. Everyone went down the line smoothly, and I'm ready to bust out of my chair when it was Maracelle's turn. She has her arms tucked in front of her, her blond hair brushed away from her face gently, and she does this whole bounce thing that makes me so.. angry. She got on this pink laced blouse, and a red plaid skirt that's up to her knees. She has white stockings on that connects to her black shoes. She looks like a perfect little doll, who's head I want to pop off.

"Hello Zachary," She says sweetly, "My name is Maracelle Langsdorf," and then she adds the best thing about herself, "and my daddy owns the Western Bank," She gets this huge grin with her pearly whites as she sits gracefully back down.

After that introduction, even I was hypnotized. There was just this heavenly atmosphere that would make you think Maracelle was some kind of Angel. But Zach? He just looks up at her, his face still idle, and his emotions never changing. Then the next kid goes, and the next, and it was my turn.

Thinking about Maracelly made me completely forget what I was going to say. I didn't know why, but I wasn't scared, at all.

I stood up quickly, and said in a little too loud voice, "Hi Zach, my name is Cammie, and-" Oh crap. I didn't know what to say! Where does mom work? I DON'T KNOW! Dad? I don't even know what he does! I couldn't think of anything interesting, so I said the first thing I could think of, "-and my favorite letter in the alphabet is O," Oh Jesus, did I just say that? That was completely STUPID! He probably thinks I'm some sort of weirdo! I awkwardly sat back down and the whole classroom is silent. But things took an unexpected turn, Zach looked directly at me, and SMILED. He actually SMILED! At me!

"My favorite letter is O, too!" He said with a smirk. That was the first time I heard his voice. It was soothing, and enchanting, and it makes you just wanna grab him and KISS him. The silence following the words sliced the air between us. Maracelle looked like she was about to throw a huge tantrum. She crossed her arms and glared at me. I didn't reply to Zach, so the Thomas, the kid next to me, saved me, when he stood up and continued the introductions. Later on, we had silent reading where we picked a spot in the room and read our favorite book. I grabbed a random book, it was titled "Mike Mulligan's Steam Shovel," and crawled into my favorite corner, the empty one.

Maracelle "happened" to walk by, and looking down at me, she said,

"Cammie dear, doesn't that book have too much words for you?" I stared up at her blankly.

And with that, she twirls herself around and skips away, her golden locks bouncing with each step. I awfully thought this book was too EASY for me! I mean, I read it just about a bazillion times, excluding the times Mrs. Wieber read it aloud to us, (Since it was the only book in our classroom that has more than 3 words per page) Across the room, I could see Zach, his eyes kind of narrowing, and for sure, definitely, he was looking at me, again! I sure hope he didn't think I was stupid. Without hesitation, he picks up his book (which had a red cover, with no words on it) and walked out the door. That's right! He just walks right out of our classroom and walks away into the hallway.

Nobody saw him leave! What could I do? I knew for SURE, he was going to get into HUGE trouble!

I'm sitting there, dumbstruck. What just happened?