Hey guys, this is probably the longest chapter so far. And I just looooove this chapter. I hope you will love it the same way I did.

Tell me about it.

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What was I supposed to wear to this bonfire? I mean, yeah I'd been to bonfires before but this was like a major bonfire. Everybody at school, sometimes, people not from school, went to this bonfire. I usually didn't feel so conscious about what I would be wearing, but this was different, it was JOSH ABRAMS I was going with.

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"I'm so glad we're all here!" Liz exclaimed when we did a group hug. Macey was there sitting with the footballers, of course. She was like their muse. You know the kind of girl who just went along so well with the boys? That was M-A-C-E-Y.

"Look who's here." Yes, that was Macey approaching us.

I heard Liz let out a groan.

"Hey Mace." I said under my breath hoping she wouldn't make a scene. The last thing I wanted that night was to make a scene with her.

She just ignored.

Yeah. Cool.

"So…never knew you were coming." Macey smiled sooooo fake. I mean, come on, that eye twitching?

"You never really knew the right things, honey." Bex smirked, Macey just ignored her. Please, do not start a fight.

"Cammie," Macey smirked, as if she just saw me. "You're here. You never come to these events, what brings you here?"

"I asked her out." I felt Josh's arm wrap around my shoulders. I practically SHIVERED right there. It was like there was ice that was inserted to my spine.

"Really, Abrams?" Macey grinned. "I thought you were into me, and now you're into my best friend? Nice."

SERIOUSLY?

Okay. Two things that bothered me.

Macey was my best friend.

And. SERIOUSLY? Josh liked Macey first? Okay. Why the hell did I even come to this bonfire?

"Try'na make me jealous, aren't ya?" Macey giggled, raising her eyebrows at me. Okay, Macey, you could have Josh. FINE. He's yours.

Josh removed his arm around me, and licked his lips. He couldn't even look at me. I knew it. He never really liked me.

"I'm not trying to make you jealous—"

"Good," she cut him off. "'Cause I'm not, and I'm not going to be, understand?"

Josh looked at me in disbelief and I just chewed on my lip weirdly. Okay, game over, Cammie. Why did you even think Josh Abrams would fall for you? Who wouldn't choose Macey McHenry over me?

NOBODY.

"Sorry, Cammie," Macey bit her lower lip like a baby. DAMN. Cut the drama off, bitch. "I didn't know…oh my gosh, this guy—"

"Cam," Josh placed his hand over my shoulder which I immediately brushed away. "That's not true. I never liked Macey."

Macey smiled even more and got something out of her pocket. "Seriously? Are you actually denying us? Our past? You're seriously just forgetting about what happened? October twenty-third? In my—"

"JUST SHUT UP." Josh snapped and we all fell silent. There was authority and fear in his voice. I just didn't care. Okay, so apparently Macey and Josh had done something before. Fine.

"Could you for once, stop ruining my life?" Josh said at once, his eyes widening with wrath.

Macey just let out a wicked smile. This was the real Macey. The same old Macey we knew. The Macey who never took authorities from anybody. "I can't do that."

Josh was gritting his teeth, his whole body was shaking. "Just stop lying. Nothing happened between us. I liked you before, yes, but that was because I thought you were someone different, but you're not, apparently. We both know nothing happened between us. Just a kiss and then no more."

He finally looked at me anxiously. What was I supposed to say to that? Was I even supposed to say something? Okay, they kissed. It was none of my business, actually.

"Are you actually gonna believe this shit, Cam?" Macey turned to me, licking her lower lip. "Are you gonna buy this one? I know you so well, you know that. And I know you're better than falling for this guy's shit."

I rolled my eyes and just left the two of them there. They're both shit anyways.

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"Wow, I could smell catfight from back there." I heard Grant say behind me. He was, surprisingly, alone. He was usually with girls, pretty, sexy, tall girls.

"Hey Grant." I said to the grass as I knelt down and sat before the fire that had been burning for a while now. Apparently, people were crowded at the buffet table and bar, very preoccupied to even enjoy the warmth of the fire.

"So….you're with Josh, right? And Macey? She seemed to be the one who started the commotion in there." Grant giggled at the sight of Josh and Macey pushing and shoving. Liz and Bex were nowhere to find.

"I don't know," I shrugged indifferently. "Honestly, I don't care. Macey's saying Josh and Macey went out together and blablabla, and Josh is saying otherwise. I don't know what to believe. Honestly, it's fine. They could get together again and I wouldn't even care."

Grant grinned. "Really?"

I rolled my eyes. "YES."

"Sure?" he smiled and I nodded.

"Well that means you're not into him? I mean, you're not into him that much?" Grant bit his lip. OH NO, I hated to be so narcissistic but he sounded like he was into me. No. Please.

"Can you tell me the bottomline? Do you like me or something?" I asked jokingly so that he wouldn't feel like I was so full of myself.

"No. Of course, I don't," he grinned. "You're not my type, no offense. I actually like your friend. But anyw—"

"WHO?" I snapped. Not Macey, please.

He cleared his throat, sitting up straight. "Going back to the point…I don't like you. NO offense. Seriously. But I think my friend does like you. A. LOT."

"Stop with the all caps please."

"Okay," he cleared his throat again. "I really think my friend likes you, and as a good friend," he grinned. "I just wanna ask you if you like him back."

"Excuse me?" I frowned. "Who is your friend?"

Grant rolled his eyes. "What's my name?"

"Grant." I said flatly. I didn't even know why I was responding.

"Who am I?"

"My classmate in English?"

"What am I known for?"

"Football."

"Which team?"

"Our school's, obviously."

"Who's the leader of that team?" Grant smirked.

"Zach."

"There you go." He smirked again. "Zach is the friend I'm talking about."

"SO?" I frowned, feeling so stupid for answering all his dumb questions. Why was I even talking to this guy in the first place?

"So? You like him, then?"

"It's not for you to ask."

"Then you like him."

"No."

"Honestly."

"Is he asking you to ask me? That's so coward of him to do that." I snapped, changing the subject."

"Actually, he doesn't know I'm asking you this," he said flatly. "Honestly, he doesn't know. I just have the guts that he likes you and I just want to know if the feeling's mutual. I'm a good friend, I don't want him to get hurt."

He'd got to be kidding me.

"Well, I don't." I said to his face then I faced the fire, hugging my knees to my chest.

"Thank you for being so honest." Grant grinned, stood up and left.

"What is my friend doing talking to you?" I felt Zach sit beside me, really close, close meaning our hair touched and our elbows scratch each other.

"You want me to be honest?" I asked without looking at him. I didn't have the guts to blush anymore.

"Yes." He fingered my chin and made my face turn to him. His eyes were just…his eyes just looked magical especially because it was reflecting the fire.

"He asked me if I liked you because he didn't want you to get hurt." I said without pausing and he didn't even move. I was actually expecting him to react violently but he didn't at all.

"What did you tell him?" he said through his teeth and I suddenly felt the pressure building up.

"No?" my voice was so uncertain. It wasn't actually an answer, it was more of a question.

He licked his lips and sighed. "You don't like me?"

I looked away, looking for back-up. LIZ? Hello? BEX? Where are you?

"Stop avoiding the question, and stop looking away," he snapped, turning my face to him. "You don't like me?"

"Do you want me to reiterate them even more?" I frowned, looking him in the eyes. I could no longer handle this. I just didn't know how to respond to his questions. It was torture.

I stood up and started walking away from the fire where a lot of people already gathered. Nice.

And of course, why did I forget that Zach was actually not backing down? HE WAS FOLLOWING ME.

"Walking away again?" he laughed sarcastically. "Go ahead. I'll follow you anyway. Even if you swim in that beach, I'll follow you."

I paused when I realized that he really wouldn't stop following me. My shoes were so full of sand anyway. And besides, the sea was so beautiful.

"If I swim, you'll swim too?" I asked him. He didn't answer until he was only inches away from me.

"Yes." He said.

I could hear people yelling from the bonfire, and there were guitars playing…

"No. I'm not gonna swim." I said.

"Good. 'Cause you'll have to answer my questions whether you like it or not." he snapped at once, and then the waves crashed.

"Why did you come here with Josh?" he asked. "To make me jealous? Well bravo, I am."

Crickets….

"I've been so jealous for hours now, when I found out Josh asked you out first. But that's not the point. I'm not gonna talk about a jerk," he cleared his throat then looked at me again. "I wanted to know how you feel about me."

That statement coming from Zach Goode was just…awkward.

"Okay." I said to my toes, then he lifted my chin with his finger.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you do NOT like me. I'll believe you." he dared.

Apparently, I'm good with lying. I could lie in front of anybody's face. I could lie even when I'm looking at the person's eyes. That's one of my talents, actually.

I looked him in the eyes and opened my mouth. My jaw was starting to lock. "I don't like you."

He frowned and looked away. Then he let out a sigh. "That's a lie." He said under his breath.

"How could you know it's a lie? I looked you in the eyes!" I snapped but he was still unconvinced.

"Persuade me that you DO NOT feel anything for me. Even a single thing. PERSUADE ME." his eyes were widening and his cheeks were flushing really badly. Like he was going to explode.

"How do I do that?"

He inched closer. "Kiss me and then tell me you don't like me. That. I will believe."

I frowned. "Are you kidding me? You're disgusting!" I looked away, of course, not even considering his proposal. "If you wanted to kiss me, you could've just said so."

He didn't smile. He just looked so serious there, in front of me. "One kiss, then I'll believe that you don't like me. Do yourself a favor."

I looked at him and he just stared at me, probably waiting for me to move closer and kiss him. But that was obviously not happening. Not in this bonfire. Not by the beach. Not anywhere.

"If you don't want to kiss me, that means you're afraid to realize that you like me too. That you really do feel something." He said.

I just swallowed all my spit and looked around. There were no people around, obviously. We were far enough from the bonfire for anybody to see us. YOU ARE CAMMIE MORGAN. You should do this. If this is the only way to make Zach stop, do it.

I inched closer, stood with my toes, (WHY DID HE EVEN HAVE TO BE THIS TALL!), closed my eyes and reached out…

He burst out laughing so I opened my eyes. His face was pale white and he was laughing hysterically.

"Funny. That's a good one, Morgan." He said through his laughter. "I can't believe you're actually kissing me!"

I just swallowed and clenched my jaw. It's fine, Cammie. Calm down. At least you didn't kiss him.

"Your face…" he laughed again so hard, holding his stomach for support.

"FUCK YOU." I spat and he stopped laughing. "Don't you ever! Dare talk to me again."

I just did my best to walk out as fast as I could even though my feet were practically swimming with sand. My heart was beating so fast and I just felt wrath, rage….I felt like killing somebody. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO STUPID? WERE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO KISS ZACH? HOW COULD YOU!

And then there was Zach following me again. "CAMMIE! WAIT!" he yelled.

This guy had got to be kidding me.

"WAIT!" he yelled, grabbing for my wrists. Pulling me back again to where we were. He was basically pulling me, and he was too strong for me to pull away from his grip. I had no choice but to walk with him and if I didn't, my legs and arms would be taken off of my body.

I kicked his leg and he groaned, letting go of my wrist. I was free for a split second until he took a hold of my waist and pulled me to the ground. His hand was pulling my hand. And that was when I knew I had to do it…

I had to do it…

I rolled on top of him and then I pushed him to the waters. He yelled so loud and I just burst out laughing.

SO MUCH FOR REVENGE.

Then he took hold of my ankle and pulled me to the water with him.

IT WAS FUCKING COLD.

"HOW COULD YOU PULL ME IN HERE! IT IS FUCKING COLD!" I yelled shakily.

His hair was just so sexy when wet.

NO FOCUS.

You're both in the sea, and it's night, it's dangerous, you must get out immediately.

"NO. YOU CANNOT WALK OUT!" he pulled my body to him, so that our bodies touched together. His arms were so firm around me waist.

THIS WAS TORTURE.

Cold water.

Zach…

"Do you like me?" he said through his teeth, drops of water were falling from his hair, his eyes looked so perfect under the moonlight. And I just wondered how horrible I looked when wet.

"NO. JUST LET ME—"

And it just happened like that.

It.

Just.

Happened.

He was kissing me and no matter how much I wanted to pull away, I couldn't. His lips were so hard and strong on mine, and his arms were just so firm…I couldn't pull away. His tongue was just…

Maybe it wasn't because all of those…,maybe there was also part of me that wanted it too.

Before I knew it, I was already kissing him back. I never ever, never in my wildest dreams, had I thought that Zach's lips were this soft, but SO strong and hard…

And then I pushed him away, catching for my breath. BACK TO YOUR SENSES, CAMMIE. You hate Zach Goode. You should not be here in the water with him under the moonlight. You should not be kissing him. You should not enjoy kissing him.

"Now tell me you don't like me." his voice shook.

You do, right?

You do.

Of course, you do.

That kiss was just magical.

Of course you like him.

"No I don't." I said, frowning. Then I immediately got out of the water, feeling the weight of my wet clothes on me. I kept walking although it was so hard. With sand and water on me.

"CAMMIE!"

He wasn't backing down, of course. Of course he was not convinced that a girl would NOT fall for that kiss.

"What?" I stopped, turning to him. "I told you I don't like you."

"Would telling you I like you change that?" he bit his lip, he was practically shaking. His wet shirt was hugging his really firm and hard body.

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING?

STOP LOOKING!

"No." I said to the sand.

He lifted my chin and made me look at him. "I like you. And it's probably more than that now."

I swallowed and noticed that his lower lip was bleeding.

He noticed that too and he immediately licked off the blood that was coming out and grinned at me. He fingered his lower lip then smiled wickedly at me. "You did this. You've got to do something with this injury you've caused."

"WHAT?"

He shook his head, smiling tiredly. "Nothing." Then he started walking away.

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"What happened to you?" Bex yelled when she saw me. She and Liz pulled me to the car. Liz immediately looked for some clothes in her backseat while Bex wrapped her jacket around me.

"I saw Zach running to his car too, he was wet. What happened? Did you two do something?" Liz asked.

"He kissed me." I said and then we all froze.

Bex started to smile. "Of course, I knew it's got to happen sometime."

Liz threw me a loose shirt and a pair of jeans. She was grinning. "So are you together now?"

ARE WE?

Of course not.

I didn't say I liked him.

"He said he liked me and he was asking me if I liked him too, but I said no."

"FUCK." Bex spat.

"Shit." Liz said under her breath. Liz, cussing, was rare.

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My hair was still wet but my clothes are pretty dry now, although I was feeling a little bit cold. Liz and Bex went to get me something to drink so I sat alone in the car, hugging my knees to my chest, feeling so cold.

And that was when I saw Zach in his car, naked.

My heart jumped.

OKAY. CALM DOWN.

No..

No…

No….

He was with a girl in his car, and he was kissing her. The way he kissed me in the beach.