SO HEY EVERYONE!

OMG.

I'm so excited for this chapter.

Can you believe it? I'm finally done with this story. And hopefully will come up with something new, probably in late November or early December. Who knows?

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE FINALE!

Are you all excited?

I AM!

Anyways, I won't make this long. I just want to go ahead with the story. So guys, this is the last chapter.

Tell me what you guys think of this chapter and the WHOLE story. I'd be glad to read all your reviews, positive or negative. I WILL READ THEM ALL!

So yeah.

Here you go!

Enjoy!

~SMELLS LIKE LOVE~

"HEY YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled as I chase after him. He was running for his car, obviously, running away from me.

He could just NOT walk away from me.

"GET AWAY!"

"NO I WON'T!" I yelled back.

We already reached his car and he moved so fast so that he could start the engine but I was FASTER. I opened the door and swiftly made my way beside the driver's seat.

"Get out of here!" he yelled, turning on the engine.

"NO I WON'T! If you want you could go wherever you want but I'll stay here." I crossed my arms to my chest. There was no way he could make me get out of this car. I would sit here till he talked to me.

SERIOUSLY? The locker stalker? Zach Goode?

I just couldn't believe this. Was he THIS pathetic?

The womanizer...turned locker stalker? Oh, please. He'd got to be kidding me.

"You're gonna regret stepping your foot in this car," he looked at me and narrowed his eyes. "THIS IS SUICIDE!"

I just fixed my eyes on the windshield as he stepped madly on the gas pedal. Didn't he know I was in for DEATH?

The car was running incredibly, horribly, fast. He deactivated the roof of the car and because of that, my hair was going everywhere. If I weren't wearing seatbelt, I could've got thrown out of the car.

"What about the notes?" I yelled at him because the noise coming from the engine of the car was just so much.

"I'm not gonna talk to you!"

"You cannot NOT talk to me!"

"Oh yes I can, starting NOW!" he turned up the volume of the radio in its maximum.

My ears were technically dying, together with my lungs. I absolutely underestimated this guy.

"IF YOU DON'T TALK TO ME..." Come on! Come up with something surprising and big! "FINE. Then do not talk to me. BUT I WILL STAY!"

We'd been there in the fast and furious car for more or less ten minutes and the annoying sounds coming from the engine and the radio were killing me.

"Are you really not gonna say a word?" I asked him, giving up.

His eyes were glued on to the road.

"What should I do to make you speak?" I asked him, shaking him on the shoulders but he obviously was good at ignoring me.

"I LOVE JOSH." I said without any pause and I saw his jaw clench and I felt the car speed up faster. He even beat the red light!

"Ya still not talking?" I frowned. "FINE! I'm actually going to say something I HAVE NEVER EVER SAID BEFORE." I paused and gave emphasis on every word.

He licked his lips. He was ignoring me.

"How long are you going to ignore me? Actually, I'm swallowing my pride right here by confronting you. It's YOU, who should be confronting me because apparently, you're my long-time locker stalker!"

He pulled up to somewhere full of trees, I didn't know. It was probably a forest or whatever.

"ALRIGHT! I'm the locker stalker, I'm the one sending you those annoying love notes! Are you happy?"

"NO! I'm actually asking you why! Why you had to hide in those stupid notes of yours! You could've just said it to my face, you know?" I wanted to explode right there. He was just getting on my nerves! But I couldn't get the guts to hate him or just..

"You wouldn't have believed me I said it!" he yelled at my face.

"SO WHAT?" I yelled back.

"I. Am. Zach Goode, and Zach Goode never gets rejected!"

"See?" I exhaled. "That's the problem about you. You always care about what people think—"

He cut me off. "NO I ACTUALLY NEVER CARE WHATEVER PEOPLE THINK ABOUT ME!"

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you're Cammie Morgan!"

We both stopped and just looked at each other.

"What about me being Cammie Morgan?" I asked.

"Nothing." He waved his hand, his eyes reaching another far place again. He wasn't looking at me again.

"Why on earth did you give all those notes to me?"

"You wanna know the truth?" he looked at me once again, but this time, with so much intensity. "My friends and I made a bet about this whole locker thing. I'd get one grand if I get you write me back."

"WHAT?" I spat. I wasn't really mad that I was just in a lame bet. I was actually surprised that...whatever. Honestly, I wasn't really mad. Just shocked. I mean...I really didn't have the right to get mad. It was Zachary Goode. And I knew him to be like that even before he even sent those notes.

"See? That's why I don't want to talk about this!" Now he was the one who was mad.

"Why?" I was totally clueless here.

"If we talk about those notes, you'd know that my friends and I just made a bet on you. And I know you'd freak out and—"

I laughed. "Am I freaking out? Does this look like freaking out? I'm not mad or whatever even if you spent your whole life making bets about me. I seriously don't care. What I want to know is if what you wrote in those notes is real. Not why you wrote those notes."

He looked at me and there were crickets.

I hated these moments when you were waiting for somebody to answer the most fundamental question in the whole world.

"No."

I wasn't...expecting that. Clearly, I was taken aback. I was kind of hoping he'd say that he really...I was kind of hoping he'd be like Yeah, those came from my heart blablabla. But apparently, he wasn't.

"Okay." I said casually, forcing a smile. Thank God, I didn't need to cry. "Well thanks for answering. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

I was smiling like crazy. I doubted he even believed the smile. But whatever. I had to look cool, like it was nothing to me that he really didn't mean those notes.

"Can I go home now?" he said with a very much irritated tone. And I nod.

"I still need to come back to my friends, we're actually going somewhere." I said.

"Well...I really need to go home." He said firmly.

"I'll just go there by myself. I can handle it." NO. I absolutely couldn't. I didn't even know what this place was. I was totally clueless. The place looked more of a forest to me.

"No. Of course, you can't." He chuckled nervously. "I'll just drop you there."

The ride back to the beach was just awkward. It was getting more awkward as we reached the beach. I wanted to break the weird silence but I couldn't find words to say. What should I say anyway? What's up? Are you okay?

"Why are you so silent?" I asked all of a sudden. A very stupid random question you got there.

"Why? Is there anything to say?" he frowned at the road.

"None." I said dumbly. "But I hope you're not that mad at me for being here in your car. For following you. I mean, I know you're mad, I just hope you're not that mad."

He didn't say anything to this so I took it as something like I'm not mad, just shut up.

If he didn't mean the things in the notes, then why did he always get mad whenever I mention Josh, or whenever I was with Josh, whenever Josh talked to me...why did he get all freaked out whenever it was about Josh if he didn't feel even just a bit about me? What the hell was he doing that for?

When he pulled up near the beach, I knew I had to get out of the car already and I knew I had to ask him right now. If not now, when?

"Can I ask you one thing? Just one last thing before I leave?" I turned to him and he nodded slightly.

"Do you like me?" FINALLY. FINALLY. Finally, I was able to say those words. Finally I had the guts to ask this from him. I thought I could never say these words.

He laughed.

And he just laughed out loud.

He laughed that it was so annoying already.

"I guess I know." I said as I got out of the car. He'd got to be kidding me. I was actually asking him a pretty decent question and he really had to laugh at me? Was my question too straightforward, stupid, annoying, delusional? It sounded pretty okay to me.

I shut the door.

"What are you so mad about?" he was stopping himself from laughing.

"See," I shook my head in disbelief. "I was asking you a decent question, and you laugh at me. Is it just so hard for you to get serious?"

"Well, NO! I don't, okay? That's why I'm laughing. I don't know why you get all this weird now. First, you ask me about the notes, then you ask me if I like you?"

I just looked at him. Thinking about why I even liked this guy. He was full of shit. Full of crap.

"Then I don't have any reason to be here talking to you." I said as I walked away from him. HA! I was the one walking away from him. Not the other way around.

"What happened? Why are you back so soon?" Macey asked, pulling me away from Josh, who was asking me about something I could barely hear.

"He doesn't like me." I said.

"Holy cow, of course he does!" Bex said with so much wrath.

"Yeah, of course he does. And we actually found out about the bet." Liz was unsure if she'd still continue but I told her I already knew about it. It wasn't actually my problem. My problem was Zach. Him alone.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm kinda tired." I told them and they agreed with me. But apparently, no one was willing to take me home except...

"I'll take you home." Josh said from behind me.

"I was looking for you everywhere but you followed Zach in his car." Josh laughed as we were walking to his car.

"Yeah, I kind of did." I said dumbly.

"So how'd it go?"

"Fine. I got the answers to my questions, and...I'm quite fine. Not injured or anything."

He smiled. "That's nice to hear."

"Why are you so nice?"

He laughed sweetly. I missed this laugh. I almost forgot how the laugh of my crush sounded. This was Josh Abrams. The guy I'd always liked. It was still fresh to me the first time I saw him and I already said to myself that I liked him even without knowing who he was. I already liked him. Even before knowing what his name was, I already liked him. I wasn't sure if it was right or rational but I liked him before even knowing him. "Is it wrong to be nice?"

"No, I mean...not to generalize and everything but you seem quite different from all your friends. Your friends are a bit jerky to me." I laughed nervously and he just smiled.

"I'm not actually that nice as you think I am. I'm pretty jerky. Sometimes. I just don't let you see it." He grinned, twisting his carkeys.

"Why not?"

"Because you're Cammie Morgan."

Yeah. I heard that from someone else already.

BECAUSE I'M CAMMIE MORGAN.

What was up with the name, seriously?

"Okay," I sighed. "What about me being Cammie Morgan? Does the name sound freaky? Is it—"

"Because you're different from all the girls. I know, not all girls in our school are bitches," It was so weird hearing the word bitch from him. "But you're just different from them. That's all I can say."

I looked away and continued walking. Honestly, my cheeks were burning from too much flattery.

His car smelled like lemon, and it was so clean compared to Zach's. And Zach didn't have roof.

"I really wanna talk to you about something." He said, interrupting the silence.

"Fire away."

"I really really like you. And I just wanna tell you that before you find that out from someone else. I'd rather that I tell you."

Uh.

Okay.

That was the most unexpected thing...coming from Josh. I was actually shocked that Zach was the secret admirer, but this one...this was my long-time Prince Charming slash Knight in Shining Armor confessing his feelings for me!

"I—" he was stuttering. "I'm not sure if this is the right time. Because clearly, I am driving and you're about to head home and—" he looked at me when the light turned red. "I just wanted to say that. I've been keeping it in me for a long time."

"Uh—Josh," I bit my lip really hard. I'd been waiting for this for a long time but I kind of felt like...

"I know." He looked at me and let out a sigh. The light went green again so he had to look at the road. "I know you don't feel the same way. And I know why. I know who. But I just wanted you to know. That's all."

"But I really really did like you," I said. "Even if you ask my friends. They'd tell you how much I liked you, even before seeing you. I've always liked you but that changed. And not because you changed. I think you know who I like now."

He smiled softly and nodded. "I understand."

"You've always been my biggest crush. To the point that whenever you're near me, I would totally freeze. You're the nicest and sweetest guy I know. That won't change."

He looked at me again, smiling. I could see sparkles in his eyes. "Knowing that you've liked me, even before, makes me happy. Since the feeling is not mutual," he cleared his throat. "We can be friends right?"

I nodded. OF COURSE! I would be the luckiest girl on earth if he'd be my friend. He would be the most gorgeous friend I got, well...the most gorgeous guy friend I got, because the most gorgeous girl friend I got was...well...Macey.

What am I talking about?

"But I need some time to get over you," he chuckled. "I doubt that you're easy to get over with."

I just swallowed my spit and waited till we reached my house.

THEN WE REACHED THE HOUSE, which was totally dark and haunted. No lights, obviously, because my parents wouldn't be in the country till two weeks from now.

"So...I'll see you then?" he flashed me a very sweet smile and all I could do was nod. Even though I didn't like him the same way I did back when I still really really liked him, everytime he smiled, I would always get chills on my spine. I just thought that was something that would never change even when we were already old.

I waved as Josh's car disappeared in the road. Now I could breathe...

BUT NOT EXACTLY.

What was Zach doing in front of my house?

He was definitely a stalker.

Stalker in any type.

Locker Stalker.

Now.

Whenever-wherever Stalker who stalks you everywhere no matter what time of the day.

I just pondered deeply. What was this guy doing here now?

"You're here." I said as I fumbled for my keys. But he pushed my hands away so my keys fell to the floor. "SHIT!"

He just cleared his throat and looked at me. "Don't go inside yet. I've something to tell you. Alright? Shut up."

"I WON'T SHU—" he placed a hand over my mouth. I licked his palm but he wouldn't even budge. It was my SALIVA on his palm, it was DISGUSTING.

"I cannot believe you allowed that guy to take you home." He muttered under his breath. I pushed his hand away and wiped my mouth with my hands.

"CAN YOU GET THAT HAND AWAY FROM MY MOUTH?" I snapped, spitting.

"Now, you're the one who has the guts to get mad. YOU LICKED MY HAND!" he yelled at me.

"Because...you won't get your hand away from me!"

"Okay, nonsense. I just don't think I'd be able to sleep tonight if I hadn't said this to you." He let out a long breath. "I..." he inhaled deeply. "I like you."

I didn't know how to move. How to breathe. I just didn't know. It was just...hearing the words from him was everything I'd always wanted.

"I like you, alright?" he exhaled. "And those notes...I meant them. I just want you to know that I've always liked you. I don't know when this started but all I know is that I just like you. I just never had the guts to say it to you."

"WHY?" was everything I wanted to know.

"Because..." he looked agitated. "As I've always told you. You're Cammie Morgan. That is more than enough reason to not tell you how I feel for you."

I hated asking this over and over again. But, why? "WHY?"

"You're the smartest girl in class, in the whole batch! Even smarter than me. And whenever you talk, people just get stunned. Every guy has a secret liking for you. Abrams likes you, and I know I could never beat him in anything. Except football. BUT—"

He just looked so cute mumbling and stuttering like a kid.

"But—I think you know what I mean. I know Abrams has always been your biggest Prince Charming Fantasy. But if I knew that I had to tell you how I feel sometime."

I swallowed my spit.

"So yeah." He exhaled. He was actually catching for his breath, which was highly unusual. "I said it. I hope you'll still treat me the same even after I told you how I feel. And I just hope that nothing will change."

"Of course, everything will change!" I said.

"If you're going to hate me, spit on me, yell at me everytime you see me, THAT'S FINE. Just don't disregard me. Just don't—" I cut him off with a kiss.

Highly unusual, right? I mean, I just couldn't help it. I just wanted him to shut up and to make him shut up, I kissed him.

His lips were still the same lips I kissed when we were in the beach. Very soft...but harsh at the same time. Both his hands were holding my face, obviously, not wanting to let go. I was running out of breath but he wouldn't let me pull away. I told you, he was harsh.

When he pulled away, I was totally dying from asphyxiation. Not that he was strangling me. My head was just completely lacking oxygen.

"Well..." Zach's smile was from ear-to-ear. I could barely see his eyes, he was smiling very wide.

"WELL?" I frowned, still catching for my breath. If my parents found out I was making out outside our house (actually, wherever), they would kill me.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, still smiling.

"Because..." I shrugged. "I felt like doing it?"

"OH please! Just tell me why." He moved closer, brushing away the stray hair away from my face. I moved my face away from him. I grabbed for my keys and started opening the main door. But I failed. As usual, Zach blocked the door.

"DON'T YOU TRY TO WALK AWAY FROM ME! You were the one who kissed me. KISSED ME! That is a serious thing. And you kissed me without permission. Don't you take this lightly, Cammie! YOU KISSED ME!"

"So what if I did? You kissed me too, remember? I was just trying to get back on you. Now we're truce, move out of the way."

He grabbed for my keys, opened the door, threw the keys inside the house and locked the door. HOW WAS I GOING TO GET INSIDE THE HOUSE?

"SHIT! What is wrong with you?" I yelled at him.

"Can you just tell me that you like me so I could get home and have the best sleep in my whole life?"

"Give me back my keys."

"I can't. Your door is locked."

"Yeah because you locked it."

"Can you just tell me that you like me too?" he was begging.

"I like you, alright? Even if you're the most annoying guy there ever is. I like you." I just said it.

"Go on, I'm listening." He was smiling like HELL.

"What else?" I frowned.

"Tell me why you like me." He smirked.

"Well...you're gorgeous."

"That's a given, go on." He was grinning evilly.

"That's the only reason why I like you, actually." I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "Seriously?"

"No. You're smart, and annoying, childish, athletic, heart-throbbing, whenever you smile I get goosebumps—"

"BUT those are not unique qualities. Abrams is also smart, and annoying, and everything you said!" he was whining like a kid.

"Here's the thing buddy," I spat at him. "You may have the same qualities, but it's you that I like. NOT HIM. At least, not anymore."

"That's your explanation?" he frowned.

"I die every time you flip your sexy hair."

He rolled his eyes. "Superficial."

"Uhh...when you kissed me the first time, I...I felt like everything just evaporated and I felt like we were the only people in the world and," I looked at him. "I could kiss you all day and it would be just fine."

"I really don't care about how much of a good kisser I am. Come on," he looked at me intently. "What is it that I have that nobody in this world doesn't?"

There were a lot of things he had that nobody had.

"I like you." I said.

He sighed. "I'm not convinced."

"What should I do to convince you?" I said, irritated.

"Just look at me and just tell me how you feel." He squeezed my hands.

I looked at him. Just him. I looked him in the eyes. "Zachary Goode, I like you and please believe me because I really do. And don't compare yourself to Josh."

He licked his lips and the corners of his mouth started to form a smile. "Okay. I believe you."

"Now, my keys." I said.

He kissed me.

"WHAT THE—" I frowned.

"I thought you said my kiss." He laughed and even though I really wanted to hit him and curse him. All I could do was smile and surrender to his many kisses.

He wrapped my arms around me and I did the same. I could smell him...

The same scent on the notes...

I wondered why it even took me so long to find out who sent me the notes...

Maybe I'd always known...I just didn't want to admit.

He started kissing me again but I could still smell his perfume.

"I love your smell." I said through his kisses.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned. "Guess what I love?"

"What?"

"YOU."

~SMELLS LIKE LOVE~

Okay, HATER alert. I know the ending is cheesy. BUT I DO LOVE LOVE LOVE cheesy endings like this. I really do!

So anyways, tell me what you think!