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Chapter 6

We just stared at each other for a while. Zach's face went through many emotions; from confusion to anger to hurt, and I was beginning to think that the girls were actually right…maybe Zach did like me after all, and to be honest I don't know how I feel about that.

"Wanna get out of here," he said finally. "This party's pretty lame anyway."

"Okay," I whispered between sniffles, slowly getting up from the swing.

"My car's down the street," Zach said awkwardly as I followed him out of the gate to the side of Grant's house and across his front lawn. Luckily there weren't many people outside so no one really saw us leave. I took out my phone and sent a quick text to the girls letting them know I had left, but conveniently didn't say with whom.

Zach and I began down the street, walking side by side in perfect silence; it wasn't awkward though. It was one of those silences that came about from hanging out with someone for years, no words needed to be spoken, which was kind of weird for Zach and I.

Finally we reached Zach's car; a black Mercedes. His parents clearly spoiled him like Abby spoiled me.

"Nice car," I commented. "Thanks," he replied. "I got it last week...early birthday present." Zach shrugged like it was no big deal; like getting a $100 000 car for a birthday was of no consequence to him, and I suppose it wouldn't be, if he had grown up with rich parents. I was only starting to get used to the life of luxury that Abby lead and was finding that I liked it very much. Not having to worry about whether or not there would be enough money for food was a great weight off my shoulders; I could just relax and enjoy being a kid when I was with Abby.

We climbed into the car and Zach's car roared to life speeding down the street, leaving the party and all its drama far behind.

Zach's POV

I can't believe she actually agreed to leave with me. She must be desperate, I thought. I wonder what got her so upset? I know for a fact that this time it wasn't me; I haven't talked to the girl in weeks! It must have been something serious to have her this upset.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked when we were stopped at a red light. "Only if you want to though, I get it if you don't…"

Finally Cameron spoke in a whisper of a voice, "She said it was my fault."

"Who did Cameron?" "Tina." "Who's Tina?" "A girl from my old school. She said that there's no way my Dad would do what he did unless I did something wrong. Did I do something wrong? Is that why he hated me so much?"

At this I pulled over the car at the side of the road and pulled Cameron in for a hug.

"You did absolutely nothing wrong Cameron," I said in a muffled voice. "I can tell you that much. You're a good person."

"No I'm not," she replied breaking away. "I'm a terrible daughter, friend, everything really…"

I didn't know what to say. Did she really not see how amazing she was?

We sat in silence for some time until finally she said,

"Please, call me Cammie."

Cammie's POV

I can't believe I'm doing this in front of Zach. Zach, of all people!

Here I am sitting in his car crying my eyes out, and spilling all my secrets; how pathetic is that?

"Do you want me to take you home Cammie?"

"No, I can't go home yet. Abby will know something's up."

"Don't you think you should tell her?"

"No! She can't ever find out about this Zach! She worries enough about me. Promise you won't tell her…please!"

Zach looked at me, a look of uncertainty of his face.

"Okay. I promise."

"Good," I said smiling.

"Right, since we're not going home, where do you want to go Cam? You've lived here longer, so you should know where the cool places are to go." Zach said with a smirk.

"Oh, well, we could go to the 24 hour diner in the middle of town. I'd die for a cheeseburger."

"The diner it is," said Zach pulling back out onto the road and toward town.

"Cammie you eat like a dude," said Zach laughing, as I stuffed French fries in my mouth.

Swallowing quickly, "Hey, just because I let you call me Cammie now doesn't mean you can go around handing out insults…oh hang on, that never stopped you before." I then flashed a smile before grabbing some more fries.

"Oh, we're at the stage of making jokes about that now, are we?

What about no do-overs? Is this not a do-over Cammie?"

"I no-no," I said, my mouth filled with food.

Zach threw a fry at me laughing and shaking his head.

"Your actually kinda fun you know?"

"And why are you so surprised?"

"Oh, I didn't-"

"I'm kidding Zach," I said smiling and placing a hand on his before catching myself and placing it under the table.

"Should we go?" I said coughing.

"Eh, yeah, I suppose."

We walked out of the diner side by side and slipped back into Zach's car, both with smiles on our faces.

"You're much prettier when you smile Cam," Zach said as I buckled up and he started the car.

"You should try it more often"

Both our houses were dark when we pulled into Zach's drive. He switched off the ignition, looking slightly nervous.

"Is there something wrong Zach?" I asked confused.

"No, nothing."

"Oh, alright," I said before opening the passenger door.

Zach followed suit, opening his door and we both met at the front of the car.

"I had a really good time Zach…Thank-you."

"You're welcome Cam, any time.

Well, I suppose I should get inside," Zach said, stepping closer, smirking.

"Yeah, you probably should," I replied, doing the same.

Soon we were mere inches from each other…kissing distance.

Zach moved his head in further, but I moved to the side and whispered in his ear, "You don't get me that easy Zachary."

I then stepped back and turned around walking back toward my house, glancing back once with a smirk plastered on my face, to see a very frustrated Zachary Goode staring after me.

Zach's POV

Ughh! She really was the most frustrating girl on the planet, I thought watching her walk away from me, glancing around smirking.

I began walking back to my own house, in deep thought.

Hm, I don't get her that easy, do I?

Cammie Morgan, you are in for the courtship of your life!