Hell on the Heart
I've never known a love
My soul was searching for
Now I look into that great big blue
Feel nothing I've felt before
I'm alone
- Eli Young Band
Part V
To say she'd never seen it coming would be the understatement of the century.
Cammie would never be able to figure out how she became so smitten with him. She knew it couldn't have been his charm.
But somehow she got so completely wrapped up in him he cost her the person she thought she loved most in the world.
It started with persuasive words, little comments that would make her blush cherry red. Every time she saw him her heart beat a little bit faster, almost to the point where she could have sworn everyone in the room could hear it.
He made her feel childish; like she was so naïve.
But if she had to give one reason why she became close enough with him it was because he knew all of her secrets— all of the family dirt. He understood, and he was the only person she could talk to about it.
He knew Ashton, and he knew her.
The thing that confused her most was how Zach could do that to his best friend. Didn't guys have some sort of code where you couldn't pull shit like that? She knew girls certainly did.
"Cam," Zach sang sitting down at the diner with her.
"Zach," she sang back, not looking from her work.
"Whatcha doing?"
"School work."
"Why are you doing it here?" he asked curiously, closely watching her expression.
She shrugged. "No reason," but a small blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Oh god," he said, and she looked up. "You're avoiding Taylor."
"I am not," she said, as though it were the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Yes you are," he argued, and she could feel him observing her as he usually did in the way that made her want to creep out of her good girl skin and throw herself at him. "But now the question is. . . why?"
She rolled her eyes and didn't answer. "Taylor's going to kill you."
Zach raised an eyebrow as she looked back to her work. "And why would he do that?"
"Because you hit on his girlfriend all the time."
Zach let the smirk that infuriated her to no end grace his lips, "that's because he doesn't deserve her."
She put her pencil down and ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair. "He's your best friend. Aren't you supposed to support him?"
Zach continued to smirk.
"You know we've had this conversation before right?"
She sighed. "It just doesn't make sense to me."
"Let's put it this way, you can't even tell Taylor everything, the deepest conversation you've ever had with him was probably about the weather."
Her eyebrows squinted together and she scowled, opening her mouth to protest. He held up a finger, "Whereas you tell me, a complete stranger, all about your family problems."
"You already knew."
"All I'm saying is you don't like him as much as you think you do."
"I love him," she snapped.
He shook his head. "No you don't."
"Stop telling me how I feel."
Zach shrugged, slightly amused at how riled up she was getting. Then he got up from his end of the table and stood in front of her.
She looked up at him with an annoyed look. "What?"
"Stand up," he commanded, glancing around the almost deserted diner.
She rolled her eyes and look back to her work. "No."
But then he grabbed her arm and pulled her up, gentler then she would have ever thought possible.
Then he looked at hers, his eyes a vibrant green with an emotion she couldn't decipher.
And then his mouth was on top of hers, literally taking her breath away. He was gentle, and she knew it was because he was giving her the chance to pull away. And she knew she should have but for some reason, the thought about him knowing her so deeply and betraying his best friends made her throw her conscience out the door. Her devil took over as she returned the kiss, being the first to slip her tongue in his mouth. His hands ran down her sides, one resting on her hip while the other one when to cup her ass.
If Cammie had kept going as she was she might have ravished him over the table. Zach was the first one to force her away, a satisfied look on his face.
She touched her lips, while she bit it, drawing Zach's attention back to them.
"You weren't thinking of Taylor then were you?" he asked, his eyes still glued to her rosy, soft, pink lips.
"Um . . ." was all she answered, unable to reply.
"That's what I thought," Zach said, his eyes suddenly snapping back up to hers.
And then, as though reason had been forced back into her face snapped into a scowl.
"You should not have done that."
He just smirked, only making her more irritated. "You weren't complaining," he responded.
"I have a boyfriend."
"If I remember correctly I was the one to pull away."
"How can you do this to him?" she snapped.
Zach raised an eyebrow. "How can you?"
AN: Okay so Zach really is an asshole. But I swear he does get better. I just wanted to make a story where Zach isn't all goody-goody and he actually has asshole qualities that may in the future be masked but will always be there ;P