Sorry for the late update! I was very busy and I just got my internet back! Yay! Any who, here's the next chapter! I hope you like it! :) Oh and the next one will be all about Cammie

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Price's POV:

I start to hiccup. Out of all the times I could hiccup, it happens now? Why does life hate me?

Zach smirks. "Having fun or are you actually going to get up?"

I roll my eyes and get up. He follows. Then, I turn my head to the side to hide my red face. I remember that I'm not supposed to be like this. I'm Ashley Price. I don't show weakness or embarrassment. I make the best out of the worst.

Liar.

A voice says in my head. I blink and then turn my face, facing Gabriel. What? I mean Zach. Gabriel isn't here. He's gone.

Liar.

My conscience replies. I quickly shake my head and return to reality.

I face Zach, cross my arms, a smile playing on my lips, but the hiccups are still here. "So, what are you doing here, Goode?"

Zach copies my movements. "Me? What about you, huh? What happened to you?" he says the last part more coldly, but also with concern. My body tenses, but instead of keeping my eyes on his eyes, I look away. I feel my long bangs fall to my right side. I notice that my hair grew too fast. In just one month, it went from chin length to mid-way on my back.

I take a shaky breath. I actually don't know why I poured my milk over Ashley Rich. I guess that I was sick and tired of her continuous comments that I exploded. She broke me. She was able to split me open and reveal my rage. I guess that I never actually ever broke in front of people before. Not even Ana saw me cry or be super mad since seventh, only Selena. I was so used to hiding the pain and faking the smile that I forgot about the truth. But Rich opened it. With the right words, she finally broke me.

You're just like that dirty rag. But wait? Isn't that rag your brother?

My brother. She insulted my family. That's what broke me.

I realize that the hallways start to fill in with noise. Zach sighs and as he passes by, he says, "Just be careful, Ash."

I force a small nod, avoiding any eye contact with anybody. I unfreeze from my spot next to the water fountain and gather all my willpower to walk towards the gym doors. I open the side door and walk inside. The gym is large, like any gym. Instead of seeing teens laughing or goofing around like usual, I see everyone from my gym class on the floor. Class should have finished five minutes ago. Zach stands in the corner, next to Cammie who's next to Josh. I wince as Coach Harrison yells, "Now, who can tell me why there was toilet paper, pasted onto my back with tape?"

As he scans the crowd, I slowly walk to the side he just checked. I slip into a spot on the floor next to Ana and Jen.

"Where were you?" Ana whispers.

"Dad's," I whisper back, but lower so Jen wouldn't hear. Ana and Selena are the only ones, students, who know that Principal Stone is my dad. Ana nods and I feel a kick. I turn around and glare at the person.

I didn't expect it to be Amanda who kicked me. I soften my glare, but she doesn't. I'm not much on the whole grudge things. "We will get revenge. No one ruins designer clothing."

I hear Jen and Ana's laughs turn to coughs as I turn around and roll my eyes.

"Losers," Ana says in a small sing song voice. I chuckle and freeze when Coach Harrison stares at me. He points his finger to me and motions me to get up and walk towards him.

I raise my chin up high, think better of it, and bow my head in shame. I never got scolded much by a teacher, only for talking, but never something like this. I hear people gasp. I have never gotten detention for something like this. I don't prank teachers!

I gulp. Coach Harrison crosses his strong, tanned arms and glares at me. "I know you know who did it. You usually do as…" He lowers his voice. "As Principal Stone's daughter,"

I curl my fingers into fits and uncurl them. "Coach Harrison, I don't know."

Coach Harrison shakes his head. "Stop lying."

I take a deep breath, not uncurling my fingers. "I'm not lying."

He glares at me. "Say the truth."

I repeat myself, but with more coldness in my voice. "I'm not lying."

He steps forward. "Tell me the truth."

I don't break my gaze or my fist. "I'll tell my father, and I'm not lying. I don't know."

Harrison chuckles and steps back. I look deeper into his eyes. He's scared. He feels threatened by a 17 year old girl. By me… I feel like laughing. Of course, I don't laugh. I simply smile a little. It's good to know that after something bad, small good things happen.

He talks louder. "Tell me the truth." I turn around and stare at the teens in front of me. All of their eyes show: amusement, eagerness, and some show guiltiness.

So this was their plan? To get Coach Harrison against me? I shake my head and look at Cassia in the eye.

She smiles and mouths, Gotcha!

I shake my head and turn back around. "Coach Harrison, you have no proof that I did this," I say, thinking over my words. A part of me regrets this. I shouldn't do this to a teacher. But another part of me wants to defend myself. This is not fair.

A wave of realization hits my face. This is why I prank. I prank because I want to make things fair. But then… is that right? To help people make things fair when they don't try? Am I doing their life for them or helping them?

I come back to reality. "You have no proof since I was with Principal Stone the past hour, you're basically assuming, and you can't force me to tell you something when I don't know." Some people say "burn" or "sour". I roll my eyes at them.

Coach Harrison glares at me, his face bright red. He orders me back to my place and when I sit, I feel the kick again. I turn around to glare at Amanda, but instead, Cassia's there. She laughs and I glare harder.

"Coach Harrison, may I talk to you outside?" I hear Dad say. Coach nods and walk outside. Before he leaves, he yells, "GET OUT!" We all obey him and walk out. On the way to the main entrance/exit, Ana pats me on the back.

"Nice job."

I shrug. I'm not in the mood to be congratulated or complimented. "Yeah, that was…"

"Interesting," Jen says as she steps into place next to me. I nod. It was very interesting.

In front of me, Manuel and Riff, the school's goofs, turn around and bow their heads. People in front of them, the ones who got bumped by them, push them or roll their eyes. They both have brown hair with the same regular brown eyes.

Manuel grins. "So, what happened there?"

Riff laughs. "Did you get… shaky?" They laugh as Cassia grabs them by their arms and pull them away from me.

"See ya, Price." She says.

"See ya, Torres." I reply. We glare at each other and she walks away. If she wants a war, I'll give her one.

Ana shakes her head. "Why do guys hate each other so much?"

I turn my head away, seeing Cammie leaning on Zach as they laugh. A wave of sadness comes over me, but then it's replaced by happiness. Every time I see someone happy, I feel elated. Its okay to know that there's still some happiness left in the world.

"What are you thinking 'bout?" Rachel says. I didn't even realize that we made it to my locker. I blink and feel lost, dizzy.

I shake my head and answer her question. "How happy people get."

I grab my Biology book, getting ready for class. I give Jen, Ana, and Rachel their French books. "Here you go."

Rachel shakes her head. I turn to face her and her face is serious. "I always knew gorillas were weird."

Ana and Jen laugh as I poke Rachel in her forehead. "And I never knew apes were so empty-minded." As she thinks about what I said, Ana, Jen and I laugh.

"Oh!" Rachel says as she gets it. We joke around as we get to class. All worries about Rich, Cassia, or anybody else slip off my mind. Even though it was only for a minute, I feel happy. As I enter Biology (Jen, Ana, and Rachel have Biology while I have Biology, and I lastly have French. Three classes in the morning, three in the afternoon), I feel eyes on me. I sit down and see Camilla, Maya, Sophie, and Patricia (former ex-friend) glaring at me. I blink. When did they become friends? They sit on the black table, all the way in the back, but I feel their cold, hating stares on me. I shrug it off. Maybe they got the wrong person. But I know better.

What did I do? Why are they acting like this? Are they mad at me? Or telling me a message? That's ridiculous. Maybe I forgot to give them something or broke a promise… but what?

"Hey, frenemy," Selena says as she sits next to me, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Oh, hey Fren," I reply.

Selena frown, and then rolls her eyes. "Have they been weird around you?"

I nod. Ever since Selena and I got to work together in a bio project, they have been glaring at me. Every time at lunch, I feel isolated. They somehow drag the conversation away from me and Selena. Ana and I have begun to stop talking during lunch. We text and talk in classes, but not like before. People say that we were inseparable. But now, they say Selena and I are more like sisters, than I am with Ana, who is just my best friend, not sister.

Selena sighs. "Ugh, if they continue this, I'm going to explode."

I smile. "That's good, because then you would have no head!"

Selena slightly punches me on my shoulder, smiling and I laugh. At least she's not ignoring or rolling her eyes at me like some people in the back.

Cammie's POV:

"Bonjour, class," Ms. Claire announces as she enters her French class. Zach, Bex, Macey, Liz, Jonas, and three of Price's friends also have French with me. I stay at the front of class. Ms. Claire passes by me, saying, "Please take a seat, Ms. Cameron."

I nod and see Zach point to an empty seat behind him. I smile and sit down. I realize that Ana sits on my right and Jenny on my left, with Bex in back of me and Zach in front. At least I know them.

Class starts like any class should start. I took French from my mom and Aunt Abby. I start to doodle, since I know most of this stuff. As I'm finishing a doodle of Gallagher Academy, a note flies onto my notebook. I look around, and find Ms. Claire trying to hook up the projector.

I unfold the note and it says:

Hey, Cammie! It's me Josh. Just wanted to ask if you want to work with me for a French project due next week…

I haven't even seen Josh all day. It seems as if he disappeared. But then again, I have been hanging out with Zach all day. Ah, Zach. This first day of school is the best one, yet. I remember how he told me that Price never acted like that and how people aren't on good terms since Middle School.

I shake my head and look for Josh. I find him at the front, next to this girl named Tiff. He turns around and smiles at me. I smile back and nod. He turns just as Ms. Claire turns around.

"Whew," She says. "Cela était proche!" I translate it to 'That was close'!

…Close of what? I don't know. The bell rings, signaling the end of sixth period. We all get up and pack our stuff. I wait for Bex and together we walk to our next class, Biology.

"So," Bex says as Macey and Liz talk behind us. "What's up with you and Zach?"

I frown. "What do you mean?"

Bex rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Nope,"

"Don't lie."

"Who says I'm lying?" I smirk at her.

She sighs. "You're even acting like him."

"What? No!"

Bex laughs. "Yes, you are!"

I stick my tongue out and together, we enter Biology. Once we enter, we notice papers spread on all the desks.

Mr. Brown gets up from his chair and says, "People with last names starting with N through Z sit, while the rest pick a name from this bowl and head to a table. You'll be handing in a project in two weeks."

We do as he says. I stand in line and wonder what the odds are of getting anyone I know. I barely know Jonas, but he might be helpful. I smile, realizing that I have true friends here. We all are different, but yet we have a lot in common. This is the first time that I feel like I fit, since Dad's death.

Just thinking about it, makes me sad. My mom tries so hard to make the best from the worst, but I don't try like she does. I let things flow. I go along, but I'm careful. I sometimes feel the need to run. I don't know where to run, but to just run to nowhere. I need answers. I can't let an officer tell me something that might not be true. But my father… could he really be dead?

"You're next." Mr. Brown says as I snap from my thoughts to the world named Earth. I pick a name from the bowl and it reads:

Cassia Torres

I frown and look for Macey. I spot her glaring daggers at a football guy.

I walk over and say, "Hey, Macey, can I talk to you?"

Macey nods. Her eyes say 'Oh, a million thanks!'

"So, what happened?" She asks. I give her my paper and she frowns. "Ouch, you got Miss Diva. She's over there." Macey points to a blonde/brown haired girl, who sits on someone's lap, where Mr. Brown can't see.

"She's Danny's current girlfriend, but I think the term is fiancé." Macey adds.

I raise an eyebrow. "What?"

Macey nods. "Back in Middle School, they planned out their whole lives."

"But then Price, well, ruined it… kind of."Liz says behind me.

I nod. "Okay, well, I'm officially unlucky."

Liz shakes her head. "There was a probability of 8% that you were "

"Not to be mean, but I don't want a lesson right now." Macey says. Wow, she is nicer than before. I wonder what happened.

"Please start working on your project!" Mr. Brown announces. We all nod and do so. I start to look for Cassia. I spot her on my desk, reading the papers.

I walk over to her and say, "So, what animal do you want to do?"

She looks at me as if I said 'So, is mud better than dirt'? "Well, I don't care about this. Why don't you research and I do the poster?"

I stare at her. I'm not doing all of the work. "But this is-

"Listen, Cammie," Cassia starts as she hops down from my desk. "I know you're new here, but I don't give crap about Amanda, Ashley, or Amber. I'm the queen here. Okay? So, if you don't do what I say, I'll make sure to make your life more miserable than Lulu. And trust me, I'm perfect for that."

I glare at her, her words sinking in. "I'm not going to do all the work."

Danny appears next to us, with Bex behind him. "Oh, you're not doing all of it. Just the main stuff," He shrugs and before he could turn around, he gasps. "Ow! Get your hands off my neck, Baxter!"

Bex lets go off his neck. I suppress a laugh as I realize that she pinched him. "Yeah? Well don't disrespect Cammie. She's my friend, and if you do, you'll regret meeting me.

Cassia glares at us. "Just do what I say or else!"

They walk off, with a groaning Danny. I turn to Bex. "Thanks, Bex."

Bex shrugs. "My pleasure,"

We glance at the clock and realize that class was supposed to finish ten minutes ago. The bell didn't even ring. Mr. Brown announces our dismissal and we head to our lockers. I reach mine, and realize how quite it got.

"Hello," Jenny says as she opens her locker.

"Hello," I reply. I simply throw my books in and shut my locker.

"Um, may you do me a favor?" Jenny asks me.

I nod. "Sure, but it depends on the favor." I barely know her, but hey, maybe she is nice to me.

She laughs and says, "Oh, its simple. Can you just give this letter to Price? She's your neighbor."

So that explains why she didn't get in trouble! "Oh, sure."

Jenny smiled. "Thanks, I forgot to give it to her."

I frown. "She left so soon?"

Jenny nodded. "Yep, Principal Stone asked her to show the new kid around this school and the other one from the soccer team."

I nod. "Oh, okay."

"Bye," Jenny says as she walks away. I walk the opposite way towards the main exit. Teens are all over the place. Even though we might look like lost ants, we all go towards the same destination: home.

I make it outside and see the rest under a tree, saying their goodbyes. I walk towards them and Bex seems to be the first to greet me.

"Cammie, do you know where Nick went?" Well, forget about the greet part.

I shake my head. Why? What happened? Instead of asking, I say, "No,"

Macey walk up to me and I see a tear forming in her eye. "A-are you sure?"

I nod. "Yeah, but can someone tell me what's going on?" I ask.

Grant puts his arm over Bex's shoulder and says, "Nick hasn't been seen since lunch."

"We asked the teachers, but none of them know." Jonas adds.

I frown. "That's weird."

"And," Liz starts. "What's weirder is that neither he nor his mom answers their phones!"

Zach nods. "We tried to text and call him like fifty times already."

I take a deep breath. "Well, maybe he's home."

Bex nods. "Yeah, there's nothing to worry about, Macey!"

Macey nods and sniffles. "Okay, um, who's car?"

Zach shrugs. "I don't mine some company."

Half an hour later, we all found ourselves in front of Nick's house. We get out in silence and start towards his front door. The house is small, has a garage, but no cars are around. Ignoring the emptiness, we knock. Well, technically, Jonas knocks. I glance at the window and notice that the lights are out. But if I squint hard enough, maybe I'll see more inside.

Before I finally make my mind up of squinting, the door opens.

Instead of seeing Nick, someone else stands there.

"Hi," He says. "I'm Preston."

I'll try to update this week! The real reason why I haven't update at all is because my house has been remodeled. My room, the living room, the kitchen, everything. Well, except my parents/lil bro's room. And my imagination seems to need more creativity.

Please review! You guys make my day and even your reviews, give my ideas! Plus, I think I know what to do with Cammie's Summer Story… airport… maybe some crazy girls in Italy… Preston… oh! I got it! I might update the summer story tomorrow or the day after :)

Oh and quick notice: each POV is four pages each. Also, maybe some Zammie for the next chapter...