Chapter 2

The note, the possibly life-changing/threating note was in the locker. The bell rang as I sprinted down the hall and into the bathroom with Macey. There was no turning back now. No time to take it back.

Let's just hope I didn't regret it.

"Nice job, Cam. Wait 'til we tell Bex and Lizzie." Macey congratulated me as I walked into the baby pink bathroom. She swiped some lip gloss on me before I could protest. I just ignored the sparkly torture that was now applied onto my lips and smiled. I had finally gotten the guts to tell Zach Goode I like him. Even if it was through a note Macey forced me to plant in his locker.

We had been friends for a while now. About 3 months. I've lived here all my life, along with Zach. But we hadn't noticed each other until then.

That day, the day we first recognized each other's earthly presence, it had been a huge Roseville event. Balloons, live music, rides-the whole shebang. I had gone with my mother that day, went home with Zach. I remember our first conversation.

I had been sitting there on a wooden bench, away from all the chaos. I had a half-eaten corn dog in my hand. Then I saw a green-eyed boy with chestnut hair appear out of the crowds. He saw the bench I was sitting at and walked over. I recognized him slightly. He was Zach Goode, in all of my classes throughout the years. Why was I only truly noticing him now? Maybe we didn't talk because he always had this huge group of guys around him, and it was always only me, Bex, Liz and Macey sometimes with a few others. Maybe it was because we didn't really have any friend connections. Maybe it was because-

My conclusive thoughts had been cut off by what appeared to be a voice. A very male voice.

"Hey there. Mind if I sit with you, Cam?" Zach asked. I didn't even know he knew my name back then. I hadn't thought he cared. Before I could stop the thought from escaping my mouth, I said them.

"How do you know my name?"

"Cammie, we've been in the same classes since…well, forever. I'm not that dumb." He commented with a smirk. That cocky, good-looking smirk.

"Yeah, well." I said to him, and we laughed.

It was that night that we became friends. He drove me to his house not late after to get away from it all and watch some action movie. When my mother called and I told her I was with a new friend named Zach Goode, she became positively gleeful. It was pure horror, when she came to pick me up.

"So, are you two dating now?" she had asked bluntly as Zach answered the door, not bothering with greetings.

"MOTHER!" I screamed, my face flushing with embarrassment. I still, to this day, wonder what in the bloody hell possessed her to come right out and say that.

But I thank gawd that Zach was okay about the whole thing. He just chuckled at my mother's embarrassing blunt-ness.

"Mom, we're just friends," I claimed. She just nodded her head and smiled knowingly. Humph, mothers. They think they know EVERYTHING.

What kills me though is that most times they're right.

As I returned to the real world and away from my memory of that night, I realized the bell had rung again for lunch. Zach has got to have seen the note by now, right?

Macey and I exited the bathroom and headed down to the cafeteria. We quickly got lunch and headed to our table, where Bex and Liz were already sitting, waiting for us.

But it took me a while to notice the whole cafeteria was dangerously silent. I followed Bex's eyes and looked to the back of the cafeteria. My assumptions have just been proven correct.

Because there, standing on the stage used for special announcements during lunch periods, was Zach Goode along with his buddies Grant and Jonas. He was standing there, taking the microphone and waving the note in his hand. He found it.

And he was after the girl who had left it. He said he wanted to know her, and then possibly agree to go out.

He wanted her. He wanted to know.

He wanted me.

But of course, I wouldn't be the one to tell him.