Your eyes look so beautiful. Saw you at the bonfire.

I smelled the paper and threw it right away.

I wish I just didn't show up in English. I completely forgot I was seated beside Zach during English. And you know what? I was there, stuck beside him. And of course, as completely expected by me, he didn't care I was there. He basically ignored my very existence. It was like the old times. Maybe old times was better.

"I'd like you to keep a journal starting tonight. You're going to write down your thoughts about the day for the rest of this week. You're going to pass that journal next Monday. It's my way of measuring your writing skills."

A lot groaned in annoyance. Journal was so middle school.

"To be written, BY HAND on a short bond paper. I don't care what color of pen you're going to use, I just want to see your journal, handwritten."

I rolled my eyes. He'd got to be kidding me.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Josh was carrying lots of books on his right arm, a stem of rose on the other one. He looked like he really was running late. So much for running late, we only got ten minutes left for first period.

"Thank you for showing up, Abrams." The teacher said sarcastically, pointing to the board for Josh to see the homework.

Josh dropped the rose on my table and proceeded to his chair, which was two rows away. People giggled when they saw the rose on my table, especially the cheerleader who looked like she wanted to rip my head off of my body.

I showed no interest for the rose, of course. I touched it then just left it on the table. Zach seemed like he didn't even notice there was a rose on my table. To be honest, it was like I wasn't there.

If that was what he wanted, that was what I'd give him.

"Sorry, Mr. Mosckowitz. I kind of missed the homework thing. What's that about?" I heard Josh's voice behind me.

"Miss Morgan, I hope you don't mind discussing the details of the homework." Mr Moscko looked at me and of course, I had no choice but to say yes. He was a damn teacher, how could I refuse?

Josh took the empty seat beside me and pushed it to so that our chairs were technically together.

"Hey. Do you like the rose?" he whispered as he was taking out his notebook from his bag.

I didn't answer.

"Well, I don't think I'll have to discuss to you the details, I have them written down on my notebook, just feel free to copy." I told the blackboard.

"Cam," he touched my hand. "If it's about the bonfire, I'm sorry. To be honest, I liked Macey before. That was…forever ago. But the only thing we did was kiss. And then I realized how horrible of a person she was…"

I frowned, shaking my head at him. "CAN YOU NOT DO THIS NOW? Can we just talk some other time. NOT HERE."

He bit his lip. OKAY. DO. NOT. DO. THAT!

"Okay, maybe later? I'd drop by your house." Josh suggested.

Zach's calculator fell off his armchair, he immediately stretched out his arm to reach out for it.

Josh and I both looked at the calculator and just ignored him. Define moment destroyed.

"What do you say?" Josh asked.

"No. You don't have to drop by my house. Not necessary, let's just have lunch together. I don't want people coming to my house." I said.

"But I want it to be private, to be between the two of us only—"

"Yeah. I know. I'll ask Liz and Bex to stay away for now. If that's what you want." I said flatly.

"Thank you," Josh smiled. "You know I had to run late just to get you that rose."

I frowned. "This rose? My neighbor has lots of this in his backyard. This is not even special."

The truth was, my heart was screaming inside.

Who cared if it wasn't that special?

It was from Josh, hullo.

"Well…" he shrugged, scratching his head, smiling very anxiously. "Maybe I was running late even before I bought that rose."

I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. He looked pathetic and funny at the same time—

The calculator dropped again.

Josh snorted. "Man," he smirked. "It's English, why do you have your calculator on your desk?"

I couldn't see Zach's face because my back was facing him but I knew he was smiling. I just knew it.

"I don't know. Next period is Math." I heard him say.

"Don't fool me. You never use a calculator. Your brain is a calculator." Josh rolled his eyes, ignoring him.

Then the bell for next period rang.

I stood up right away, grabbing for my things, stashing them into my bag. Josh touched my hand again. "Later?"

I nodded and he smiled.

When I got out of Mr. Moscko's class, Zach was there by the door, his hair covering the most part of his eyes. His arms were crossed to his chest. He wore this really tight-fitting polo shirt—

OH STOP IT!

I looked away the moment I realized I was looking at him so much. I started to run to my next class but he blocked my way.

"You're seriously not backing down, are you?" Zach's forehead was crumpled and his tone was scary.

"What back down? What are you talking about? Get out of my way." I spat, pushing his chest. His hard…firm…chest…OOOOOOHHH STOP! Just stop, Cammie.

"You had to make me witness you flirting with Abrams. You really had to that? Pathetic." He smirked, shaking his head.

"I don't care if you think that's pathetic. I don't care if you think it's called flirting. I just don't care at all. Get out of my way!" I said.

"NO." he said firmly, pushing me to the lockers, both his hands resting on either side of my head. "I don't know why you're doing all of this."

The usual weird Zach.

"You had to announce to the whole class that you were having lunch with Abrams, great."

"You know what?" I spat. "You're stupid. And pathetic."

"What does it make you, then?"

I just shook my head in disbelief.

"Is this because you saw me the night of the bonfire? Is this why you're doing this? That is SOOO pathetic, Cammie!" he yelled, so loud it echoed in my eardrums. He shook the lockers with his hands.

"No. It's not because of you having sex in your car that night. I'm not doing anything to you actually." I said calmly so that he'd believe whatever I was saying but apparently he still was unconvinced.

"So you're upset because I was having sex with another girl?"

"NO." I said firmly.

"Then why do you seem like you're so interested in Abrams?" he frowned.

"It's none of your business!"

"Why Abrams? Why not Grant? Or a guy in the chess team? A guy in Drama club? A random guy? Why NOT any other guy?" he was yelling at me.

"Because I'VE ALWAYS LIKED HIM!" I yelled back. "Alright? All I know is that I've always liked him. That's why."

He clenched his jaw and put down his hands off of the lockers, turned his back from me and just slowly walked away to his class.

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So guys, sorry for taking it so long for me to upload this chap. I really thought that the last chapter was AMAZING and I was really thinking of ways to keep the awesomeness and the ZAMMIE moment burning.

So yeah.

I hope I still did justice with this chap.

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