I'm so happy to be back! I've been very busy lately. I hate it. So yes, another chapter. I hope you'll like it!

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"Alright people, listen up, stop what you're doing." And I did because it was Mr. Solomon. It was him, and nobody disobeyed this teacher. NOBODY. There was actually a time where a student came late to his class…it was horrible.

"Okay," he sighed as the whole class went silent. "I'll be out for two days and I won't have any subsititute teacher so I'm expecting you to behave well. But for the mean time," he was walking around the room, everybody was feeling the tension. What now? "I'm asking Mr. Goode to take over for the next two days."

Zach's friends high-fived each other. Who knew how chaotic our classes would be when Zach would take over?

"So I'll leave you now people," Mr. Solomon turned to Zach. "Mr. Goode, report to me whoever disobeys your rules," he faced the class again. "I might not be around but I'm all watching you." he said as he left the room, and just a split second after we all found out he was gone, we all burst into laughter.

I'm all watching you? What the hell was that? Seriously.

"SSHHHHH!" Zach ssshhhed all of us and everybody let out a very thunderific BOO at him. "I hate to discipline you guys….so I won't." All his friends cheered for him.

Of course. Why did I even think he would actually set a good example to his peers? Why did I even think he'd do something right this time?

"Any problem, Miss Morgan?" Zach said using Mr. Solomon's tone. The class cracked up.

"None that I know of that's your business." I said without looking at him.

He let out a smirk. Too bad nobody saw it. Everybody was busy eating, sleeping, and chatting with everybody else.

Zach walked closer to me, his arms crossed his chest. "Well, well, well,"

NO. Just don't start with me, please. It's just the first period. Don't even think about it.

"Somebody looks so forlorn today." He pursed his lips so that he'd look cute. Maybe he did but no, actually. I wouldn't even buy it.

"It's just first period. Spare me, Zach." I said, shoving all my things to my bag. Like it would bell any time soon. The period just started yet. I wondered what I was up to…

He took the seat beside me and I just knew how this day would go: INFURIATING.

I didn't mind that he was there for a few minutes but he just couldn't help being silent. He turned his seat to me and faced my direction.

"So what's up? I'm the teacher here, so if you don't want to be reported, better answer me."

"Well, to answer your question. Nothing." I said flatly, still not looking. To be honest, nothing really bothered me. I was just…I guess…bored, maybe? I wanted to get out of high school already and build a new life.

That sounded too emotional, didn't it?

"Fine." He frowned. "Whatever."

"Yeah, really."

He stood up and joined his friends and never bothered me again for the rest of the period. And yes, I was alone for the rest of the period.

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There were things you never actually thought you could believe. Like winning the lottery, acing that stupid test, being able to survive all those terrors your teacher had given to you. But mine was different. I never thought I could actually talk to Josh. Not even in my wildest and wildest dreams.

"Can you actually believe that vocab test? I mean come on! Do they even exist?" Josh whispered to me when we were all passing our papers already.

I couldn't actually agree more because I hate vocab tests. I hated teachers evaluating your verbosity. Like using never-heard words would make you sound intelligent.

"Yeah." Was all I could reply to him. How would I even function when he was this close to me? He was…a ruler away from me.

"Okay, dismissed." The teacher said and everybody all raced outside the room for Lunch.

"Wwwwait!"

Could you believe this? He actually gripped my wrist. He was holding my hand! DIE. DIE. DIE.

"Yeah?" my voice was barely audible.

"I was wondering if you'd have lunch with me? I don't really want to have lunch with my friends now, they're all busy and you know. So yeah, do you mind?"

Absolutely not. But Liz and Bex would probably do for sure.

But maybe they'd understand that it was Josh Abrams. They knew who Josh Abrams was to me. They should understand.

"Uhh—" Speak, Cammie, speak!

"It's totally fine if you don't want to. I'm really sorry—"

"No. Uh, what do you say about having lunch with me and my friends? Would that be fine?" I said.

"Totally!" his eyes widened.

Did that mean he would eat lunch with girls he didn't know just so he could have lunch with me? NO.

"You're friends with Macey McHenry, right?" his eyes were still so big I wanted to gouge them out. You stupid little Cammie. It was Macey he was after. Not you. Of course not you. Why would it be you?

"Nah." I forced a smile. "Not anymore."

You know the times you just wanted to evaporate because the moment was just so awkward? So unbearable already?

"I'm kind of hungry. I gotta go. Sorry." I flashed a very fake smile as I ran to the cafeteria. I felt so stupid having to run just to escape. I felt so ashamed for thinking that maybe—oh whatever. Being emotional was just not me. I could cry for one moment and then it was done, I never lingered on anything for so long.

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Darn. Liz and Bex were not in our usual table. Zach and his friends were sitting there, so I looked at Zach's usual table. Liz and Bex were not there too. I could not blame Zach and his friends for sitting there because we never really owned that table, but STILL. He was totally aware that that table belonged to our group. How could he?

"Well, well, well," Zach said, standing up, when he saw me looking so stupid looking for my friends. All his friends looked at me and I just glared at all of them. "Little Miss Cammie is lost. I see…your friends are not here."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah because apparently you stole our table."

"Uh-uh, not steal, alright? We all have the right to use any tables here."

I didn't say anything. I just turned my heel so that I could take a full twist…so I could leave this place already and look for my friends but he blocked my way. What was new? He always did this.

"We won't really mind if you join us, you know?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"No, thanks. I'll just look for my friend—"

He pulled me to the table and pushed me so that I would sit. His friend squeezed me and I attempted to stand up but Zach placed a very powerful hand on my shoulder.

"Sit there."

What am I? A dog?

I rolled my eyes. "Funny."

"I'm not laughing, am I?" he raised his brows.

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "What do you want?"

"Simple," he licked his lips. "Go out with me. Just one time. Then I'll stop bothering you for the rest of Senior year."

"Make that rest of my life."