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Oh no. What should I do? Did he just... leave? I've never met nor seen anyone do that before!

Mrs. Wieber was all the way across the room, her face glued to her computer. Should I raise my hand and tell her? No, that would consider me a tattle tell. I really didn't want Zach to get in trouble on his FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. It was weird. I had this strange attraction to him, like maybe, I knew him before or something. I thought about it a little. I don't get how those weird teenagers can go hand-in-hand with their boyfriends and KISS. That is just way too disgusting and retching! I mean, who knows what those boys eat! Zachary as my boyfriend? Heck no! I will never want a boyfriend! Even if it's Zach. Never. Ever. I mean, I like Zach, I guess... but not enough to swallow his saliva. It's just, I wanna be next to him, and feel his presence, that's enough for me!

What was so different about him, is that he wasn't too sucked up in Maracelle's prettiness. He was so strong and just plainly, different. When I first heard him talk, I even thought about kissing him... maybe. (Which is GROSS!)

Just put it like this, I like Zach, and I don't want him to get in trouble. Not on his first day, not now, not ever.

I crawl silently across the room like a bug and sneaked outside.

This is what's amazing. No one notices me. Ever. I'm like a chameleon, I like being invisible and unseen. I like the feeling that I can always be alone, and that I can always depend on... myself.

Mrs. Wieber's room is the last room at the end of the hall, so the only place you can really turn is... left. I creep down the hall silently, passing by the other classrooms, making sure to hide myself when I pass the office. I trust my instincts and I turn right, into the empty hallway that leads into the band room.

They put the band room far, far away from all the other classrooms, so that when the band members play, they won't disturb the classes.

I take a quick peek inside, it's empty. I turn around briskly and every nerve in my body jumped, for the first time in my life.

A hand clasped over my mouth from behind, and their other strong hand grabbed my waist and began to drag me into the supply closet.

My mind's racing, and I guess it was some sort of natural reflex, but I kicked my left leg up to my left shoulder and it hit the person in the face, hard. There was a slight wince. I guess it was a kid, because I actually managed to reach his/her face. I then quickly grab their arm, turned it around their back, kicked their knee, and let's just say I got a pretty good view of Zachary Goode on the ground.

I regretted every second from the minute I swung my feet. I've never been so scared in my entire life. I bet I broke his nose, or his arm, or maybe even his rib!

I let go of his warm hands and kneel down beside him.

"Oh my gosh! Zach! I am SOOO sorry! Are you okay?" I'm asking a bazillion questions a minute. I kept apologizing over and over and over and over again.

To my surprise? He just picks himself up, brushes his arm, smooths out the wrinkles of his shirt, and stands there, his mouth gaping just a little. The words that came out of his mouth hit me like a bullet train.

"You're Cammie, right?"

And that's how I died ladies and gentlemen... okay... maybe I didn't die, but standing there almost killing the most gorgeous boy on the planet, and having him forget my name (which was mentioned about 15 minutes ago!) was a big sucker punch.

His face was still idle, a little shock squeezed in there, but it was definitely still the same. He didn't look like he was kidding, and I had no idea what to say.

"Yea... it's Cammie.." I replied quietly, looking down at my shoes. They were old, white sneakers that my mom got me. I'm wearing this pair of ripped jeans and a plain, white t-shirt, a little too big for my size.

My face turned bright red and I could feel it flushing through my face. A rush of anger and disappointment swarmed over me, but then reality hit me instead.

He wouldn't like me. What was I thinking? I mean, I'm Cammie, the girl people would think twice about looking at, and he's ZACH. He catches your eye right away, he's so mysterious and exciting and makes you feel just about nauseous as you can get. Plus, I remembered. I like to be alone, I don't like having friends. So why did I run after this boy? Why did I risk my perfect quiet goodie-girl reputation, for him? A boy I just met?

I turned around quickly and started to walk, rather fast, away from the boy that has broken me with 3 words.

"Cammie! Wait!" He's calling after me now, I could hear his footsteps running behind me.

I walk faster.

"Cammie! Please wait!"

And then I started to run.

I'm practically one of the fastest runners in the entire... school. I could out-run the 5th graders and the 6th, and so on. Even though I walk every time we do our daily laps in gym, I bet I can run 4 lapts for ever 1 lap that the other kids do. Aunt Abby makes me run one mile every time she visits. At first, it was really tiring, but I got stronger, and stronger, and my legs and lungs were stronger, and I could run a mile in about 5 minutes. I always loved running. The wind in my face, the whole world around me a blur, and I feel completely invincible.

Daddy always used to call me his little Cheetah and I would run up to him, and he would carry me up and swing me around and around until we both get dizzy.

I'm still running, my feet stumbling ahead of each other.

There's no where to go, so I'm busting through the doors that lead outside. I know I was going to get in major trouble for leaving school without permission, but I didn't care.

I just wanted to disappear, like the chameleon I am. So I'm running, and running. And running. And running.

I could hear his footsteps behind me, so I keep on running, faster and faster.

I'm going full speed now, and I doubt he can catch up to me. I'm running across the track field behind the school building. I can't hear his footsteps anymore, so I slow down a bit.

What surprised me was that a hand grabbed my shoulder and tackles me onto grass.

Zach is awkwardly belly flat down on top of me. His hands are pinning mine down. My face is pressed against the grass, and I can feel his head on top of mine.

I could not believe it.

Zachary Goode, just out-ran me, Cameron Ann Morgan, the Cheetah.

Author's Note: I know I usually do this thing at the beginning, but I'm sorry if the whole Cheetah thing is a bit cheesy!

I mean, C'mon guys, she's like Five Years old! (Or six, I forgot)

But thanks for reading! :) Next chapter soon!