"You…are delusional." I said to him, with no trace of any feeling on my face. I just did not know. I simply did not know what was up with this guy. He was just…UGH. Just thinking of words to describe it irritates me.

"Stop lying, I know you want this too." He smiled at the pavement while we were walking. And YES, we were actually walking our way home. It was better than being stuck in that creepy empty lot with a dysfunctional automobile.

"See? That's what I call delusional."

He stopped walking and just looked at me. I wanted to look away but his eyes were saying something like STARE BACK!

"I can't believe I'm walking alone with Cammie Morgan."

I rolled my eyes. If it was one of his pick-up lines…I'd wonder how on earth he got all of his girls.

"Seriously," he chuckled as we started walking again. "I mean, I never really thought in my whole life I'd be alone with you like this. Don't you find this fun?"

"FUN?" I stopped walking and closed my eyes, squinting somehow. "I cannot understand you. FUN? This is basically the worst night of my life, you brought me to a really boring restaurant with lousy food, now I'm hungry, then you brought me to a creepy empty lot instead of bringing me home, and it's not yet finished! You flatten the tires of YOUR OWN car! Now we're walking to our houses, you call this fun? Seriously. Look into my eyes and tell me you're enjoying this."

He looked serious when he looked into my eyes, holding my gaze. "I'm enjoying this."

I looked away and just started walking briskly so he wouldn't be able to keep up. I just…didn't want to say anything anymore because the more I spoke, the more I got annoyed.

"Wait, Cammie, can you slow down a bit?" he said when he was keeping up with my brisk walking. I tried to walk faster (run) but he already blocked my way.

"Just tell me if you're so pissed already, I'll just call our driver to pick us up. You really don't have to walk, alright?" he frowned and took out the phone from his pocket and started dialing.

I couldn't understand what I felt but I just wanted him to drop the phone and…DAMN. What the hell was happening to me? Cammie, think straight, focus, think straight…

"You won't believe this," he turned to me with a smile.

"What?" I said to the pavement.

"My phone is dead." He handed me his phone. "Even if you check it. It's an honest mistake. I didn't do anything to lose all the battery." He shrugged.

I just shoved him the phone. "Yeah, whatever, let's just walk."

"What about your phone? I could call my house and ask somebody to—"

"It's dead too." I said as I started walking again even if I knew my phone was completely alive. I fully-charged it before our date. I didn't know why I said it. Maybe. Whatever.

SMELLS~LIKE~LOVE

"Are your feet tired? I could carry you or something." He bit his lip as he laughed.

"NO."

"Sure?" he bit his lip again. SERIOUSLY. DO. NOT. BITE. YOUR. LIP. It's driving me insane.

"Sure." I swallowed, looking away.

"Okay," he breathed deeply. "In a kilometer, we'd reach the civilization. Any last words?"

I squinted, completely clueless of what he was saying. "What are you talking about?"

"In a kilometer, we'd reach the place where there're taxis, bars, et cetera. Meaning, in a kilometer, we could just take a cab on our way home."

"And then?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Do you want to say anything? Probably a Thanks for tonight, I had fun?"

I laughed at this. Seriously? Was he really expecting me to say something like that?

"You're funny." I rolled my eyes.

"Well," he smiled. "That's not bad. For a first date."

He made it sound like there'd be a second, a third, a fourth…damn it Cammie, stop babbling.

"Oh no." he muttered under his breath.

"What?" This should BE good.

"I forgot my wallet in my car." He bit his lip. COULD YOU STOP. BITING. YOUR. LIP.

He'd got to be kidding me.

"Wallet? Don't tell me you're gonna get it back."

"I am going to get it back!" he whined.

"Just leave it there, you cannot walk that long again! And you cannot leave me here, it's dark and scary here."

He giggled, holding his stomach for support. "See? You want me to be beside you. You said it yourself."

"Did I say that I didn't want you to be beside me?"

WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU SAY?

He just swallowed and looked at the pavements as we walked. I think it was better that he didn't say anything. Just what was happening to me. I didn't know anymore. Why did I even lie to him about my phone being dead? Did that just mean I wanted to be with him more? No. I couldn't feel that way. That was the farthest feeling..

And now I'm telling him I wanted him to be beside me. What the hell, Cammie?

"Bingo!" he pointed at the yellow cab as he walked towards it. There was a cab. Finally, we could go home now.

What I did not know was why I felt bad seeing that cab move towards us, why I felt bad knowing that this night was finally over. Why I felt horrible knowing that maybe this night could never be repeated anymore.

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"Well…" he breathed deeply when we pulled over to our school. Yes, we asked the driver of the cab to bring us to school. "I guess the night ends here." He said with a huge grin on his face.

"Yeah." I nodded and laughed shakily.

"Or shall I walk you home again?" he chuckled.

YES.

"No, it's cool, I can walk home." I smiled.

"Sure?" he bit his lip. NO! DO. NOT….

"I guess you should just walk me home." I said to my shoes.

"Nice…"

SMELLS~LIKE~LOVE

"How far is your house from here again?" he looked at me when we were already walking to my house.

"Quite near." I said to the cars that were passing by.

"Cool." He said.

"Yeah, cool." I said.

"Look," he stopped walking and turned to me. Now, he was up for something serious. I wondered what was next. "I really had fun, although this night's a bit weird."

"Yeah, true."

His face lit up. "You had fun?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'd be lying if I said no."

He grinned. "Wow, I thought…" he bit his lip. HOW MANY TIMES DID I HAVE TO… "I thought I was the only one who enjoyed this."

"Well anyway…" he let out a long sigh.

UH-OH. Apparently, we'd reached my house already.

"Thanks, this is my house." I smiled at him.

He snorted and faked a smile. His smile was so fake I wanted to rip his head off. "Can I come in?"

This guy was just unbelievable. He asked if he could come to my house? Seriously. The normal thing to do was to just wait the girl to offer, right?

"You're just unbelievable, you know that?" I said as I brisk walked to the door of my house. He kept up, smiling at me.

"I know. Now, can I come in?" he bit his lip THAT WAY. Again.

"I don't think that'd be a great idea, my parents are here." I whispered to him so that my parents wouldn't know I was with somebody. Not that they'd kill me if they knew about it…I just didn't want them to think I was up to something with this guy. That was the last thing I wanted them to think of me.

"So what? All the more reason I should come in." he grinned, making his voice louder.

"SSSHH!" I hissed. "Some other time."

He stepped in front of me, blocking the door. "Tonight's the night."

I bit my lip to conceal my laughter. He was just…UGH. "Please, not tonight. Some other night."

He grinned. "Some other night? Cool. That means we're going to go out again." He stepped out of my way and started running to the main road, waving at me. "SOME OTHER NIGHT!" he yelled as he ran.

I didn't know why but as I entered the house, I just felt like smiling.

SMELLS~LIKE~LOVE

"Oh my gosh, how'd it go?" Liz kept on nudging my elbow as we walked to the locker hallways. Bex looked so perplexed about the date, but I kept on reassuring her it went out fine.

"It was okay." I told them as I twisted the lock of my locker.

Bex squinted. "Why do you have that look?"

I swallowed hard. "What look?"

"The I'm-just-saying-it's-okay-but-the-truth-is-it-was-amazing look."

I laughed at her as I pulled the door of my locker. "No, it wasn't amazing, it was just fine."

"Oopsie, another note." Liz knelt down to get the Post-it that fell to the floor.

"What's written on it?" Bex nudged Liz' elbow right away, like an excited kid. They both handed me the note.

Will always be in love with your eyes.

"Don't crumple that!" Bex snapped and got the note from me before I could crumple it myself.

"Why?" I asked, frowning. Those notes should be trashed all the time, I should've not read them in the first place.

"What if it's from Zach?" Bex snapped again, her eyes widening with excitement. "Of course, if it's from him, you would frame it up on your wall or something."

I frowned at Bex. Seriously? "Okay. Stop it. Stop what the two of you are thinking. I. Am. Not. Into. Zach Goode, okay?"

Liz and Bex high-fived, both giggling. "Why did you go out with him, then?"

"I don't know, I didn't really want to go out with him, I guess I was just kind of not myself when I said yes to him, and…" I swallowed and caught my breath. I watched Liz and Bex' jaws dropped as I spoke. "I'm not into Zach Goode, alright? Never have, never will."

"Behind you." Bex mouthed as she bit her lower lip hard.

I knew what this was.

BREATHE DEEPLY, Cammie. Calm down, it's going to be okay. Just calm down, these things happen to everybody.

I slowly turned to my back and found Zach there. Hell, of course he heard everything I said.

"Hey." I said through my teeth.

"Yeah whatever," he rolled his eyes. "I got your jacket." He handed it to me and just walked away from us.

"Aren't you going to explain to him?" Bex was still biting down on her lip nervously.

"I—" my voice was too shaky.

"If you explain to him, that means what you said about him was wrong, that you really meant the opposite. If you go to him and apologize and explain, that would seem like you like him and everything." Liz said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"So…should she explain?" Bex turned to Liz.

Liz shrugged indifferently. "It's up to her," she turned to me. "If you like him, go ahead, explain. But you should know what the consequences would be if he finds out you like him. There are two possible things that could happen. One, you'd be happy together or two, he'd just play with you."

God, why was I even confused? I should be sure of what to do. I didn't like Zach Goode, right? I should know what to do right away.

"You want my advice?" Liz looked at me.

I nodded.

"Don't explain. If he really likes you, if he's really into you, he would still pursue you and all that but if he was just doing all that for fun, he would leave you alone."

"Right." I nodded. "I mean, I don't care. Who said I was going to explain?"