A/N- OKAY SO I REALLY LIKED THE LAST CHAPTER, I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY, BUT I HAD FUN WRITING IT. IT MADE ME WANT TO WRITE THE NEXT ONE RIGHT AWAY SO HERE IT IS. OH AND I'M REALLY SORRY FOR PUTTING THE WRONG CHAPTER UP… HEHE THAT'S KIND OF IMBARISSING, BUT ANYWHO, I FIXED AND ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER! TELL ME WHAT YO THINK!

Cammie's POV

Thank God it was Friday. Three days had passed after the collage party with Macey. I had asked her not to bring up Andy and she had reluctantly agreed, even though she had begged for details the next morning. I had been avoiding Liz whenever I could, but it's hard when she's so nice and the first friend I made here. Anger bubbled up inside of me. I didn't really like the feeling, but it was mainly directed at my dad, or any poor soul who got on nerves. The day after the party I had yelled at a freshman who had dropped their school bag in front of my locker so I couldn't reach it. I had apologised after wards and bought them some weird snack from the vending machine, but I still think she doesn't like me.

I hadn't told anyone about what I had heard and I wasn't planning on it. Tomorrow was my date with Matt and I had asked Macey to come over and help me get ready sense she had done so well for the party. I was still shocked that we were becoming friends, but she did scare me a bit. She has this kind of attitude that's like I don't give a shit.

I was on my way to Chemistry when I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. I smiled, and breathed in his sent. A sort of sweet, fresh sent and… ginger.

"Hey," he said coming around and walking next to me "Okay, so I was thinking I should pick you up around 8 we go see the movie and head out for pizza afterwards. There this great place next an ice-cream parlour called-"

"Ice-cream parlour?" I asked grinning.

"Yeah, why?" I turned to him and put my arms around his neck. I made my eyes really big.

"Can we get ice-cream after dinner? Please?" he just chucked while I batted my eyelashes.

"Of course," I kissed him on the cheek and started walking again. He jogged to catch back up with me. "So, 8?" he asked, I nodded and smiled.

"8," then I turned into the classroom and he carried on down the hall to his.

Xxxxxxx

My dad was out, again, I hadn't seen very much of him recently. He came home at like one in the morning stinking of alcohol and smoke. My dad didn't smoke, but I had a pretty good feeling he was going to some crappy bar, which would explain the smell of the smoke.

I picked up the remote again and started to flick through the channels. I was sat on the couch in my living room watching TV. My hair was up in a messy bun, my face clean of makeup. I had on baggy pale grey sweats and light blue tank top. I heard a knock on the door and let out a deep sigh as I got up to answer it. I shuffled over and swung the door open, putting a forced smile on my face for whoever was on the other side. It immediately fell when I saw them.

"Hey," I think my mouth must have been hanging open a bit because he chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

"Um, Andy, hi…" he was wearing some graphic shirt and loose fitting jeans. His hair was tussled yet perfect at the same time; I think it's important to remember what I'm wearing right now.

"Yeah, you left this at the party." I looked down and he was holding my white leather jacket. I had been wondering where I had put that, I was thinking about wearing it on my date with Matt.

"Oh, thanks," I smiled a genuine smile and took the jacket. Then I thought of something, "But, um, how did you know where I lived?" he smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, absentmindedly making me want him (A/N- TALOR SWIFT SONG QUOTE FEARLESS).

"Your friend gave me your address." I laughed, Macey, I was going to kill that girl.

"Oh, cool. Well thanks for the jacket, I really appreciate it." I smiled again and went to close the door, not wanting him to look at me in this get up a moment longer than necessary. I was praying he would think I was being rude.

"Wait," he said quickly and I felt myself blush "I had really good time the other night, I was wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend, go to a movie? Or something?" he ran his finger through his hair again and I was beginning to think this was a nervous habit, a hot nervous habit. If I hadn't been asked out by Matt, I might have said yes, but the fact was I was already going on a date this week end, to the movies.

"Well, actually, I already have plans this weekend, I'm going to see a movie with a friend actually." I let out a short awkward laugh. His face fell and I felt really bad, I didn't want to say I already had a date, but I think he figured it out.

"Right, cool," I remembered how the song had come on when I had refused a drink from him and how his face had lit back up when I had dragged him onto the dance floor. I almost wish I could do that now.

"Well, good to see you again. Maybe another time?" he smiled again, but it wasn't the same, it was less… happy, I guess.

"Sure, can I give you a call?" I specifically remembered not giving him my number, I opened my mouth to speak when he smirked and answered my question for me. "Your friend, she gave it to me." Macey, did she not think it was important to tell me that really hot collage guy might stop by my house?

"I'm not sure-" I paused as I saw him waiting for me to continue. What if it didn't work out with Matt? "Yeah, I guess, but I think you should know that," I cleared my throat and pretended to find interest in a flower pot on the door step "it's a date," I looked up at him again "I'm going on a date tomorrow so… it's a first date, yes, but a date." He nodded his head and smiled

"Okay, see around." He didn't say it like a question; it was a fact, a simple fact. I smiled, and before I could stop myself I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him. Lightly in the lips, when I pulled back I was blushing.

"See you around." I repeated and then shut the door slowly and I was alone again. My heart was racing and I could feel my cheeks burning up. What have I done? I am going on a date tomorrow! But I told him that, he knows you have a semi-boyfriend… I took a deep breath and ran up the stairs to my room, leaving on the TV in the living room.

Xxxxxxx

"Gracie! I need to talk to you." I said quickly, needing to tell her everything.

"Cammie, where have you been sweet cheeks, I've been missing you!"

"We both have!" I heard Emily chime in on Grace's end. Emily and Grace were together… without me. It made me kind of mad, but what could they do? Not be friends because I left?

"Hey, Em! I miss you guys too."

"Tell us, what boys have you been kissing this time?" they both giggled, she was joking, but the fact was, she wasn't wrong.

"Um, well this guy I meet at a party?" I said hesitantly, I heard her gasp and the two of the squeal,

"No way! Cammie! I'm looking for Cameron Morgan? My best friend? Is she here? Please can you put out her on the phone because you cannot be the Cammie I know?"

"Cammie, tell us now. I thought you were going on a date with Romeo?" Emily said, imitating Grace when she said Romeo.

"Well, I am, but this week I went to this party and I meet this guy and I had a really fun time. We danced and-"

"Made out, yeah?" Grace interrupted

"No!" I said defensively, feeling my face turn pink as I realised she was pretty much right.

"AH HA! I knew it! Cameron Ann Morgan, you are a dirty-birdy!" Grace squeaked, quoting her favourite movie Misery. I never really understood why she liked that movie, it was so… un-Grace. If you looked at her you wouldn't think she would be totally obsessed with horror movies.

"I'm not! We haven't actually gone on a date yet and he hasn't asked me to be is girlfriend. We aren't a thing yet. And I didn't think I would ever see this guy again, I was at some party and he's in collage so-"

"COLLAGE!" Emily screamed and I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

"Oh, Cammie, you are in a big mess, he found you didn't he? He is really hot isn't he? He asked you on a date didn't he?" Grace was just asking rhetorical questions that were all true and she knew it.

"Yes, to all of them, but I really like Matt ad stuff and that's who I'm going on a date with, so, you don't think I should tell him do you?"

"No way, never, keep this to yourself. Just stick with Matt, he sounds so sweet and-"

"Gorgeous!" Emily cut in and I could almost see her nodding her head as she stated this, agreeing with herself.

"Yes, so Cam, just forget about it. It's not a big deal. So kissed some guy at a party and he's into you, it'll pass, I'm sure. Just tell me, what are you going to wear on this date?" this took me off guard. Macey was coming over tomorrow night to help me with that, what should I tell Grace.

"Um, I'm not sure."

"Ugh, of course you're not. Okay so where are you going. The movies?"

"Yeah,"

"Cool, predictable, but whatever; I'm thinking the dark skinny jeans with the crystals on the pockets, with the little lacy crop-top and TOMS I gave you for your last birthday." I looked over to my open closet and saw the outfit pieces hanging there. I actually liked the sound of that.

"Um, okay, I like that." Grace snorted lightly

"Duh, fashion is my thing Cam,"

"Send us a pic before you go out." Emily said

"I will, promise."

"Good."

A/N- OKAY, NEXT CHAPTER IS THE DATE; TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS CHAP. LOVE IT? LIKE IT? HATE IT? FOR THOSE OF YOU OUT THERE WHO LIKE MATT, CAMMIE AND HIM WILL NOT BE BREAKING UP BECAUSE OF ANDY, SO DON'T WORRY. PLEASE REVIEW, FAV, AND FOLLOW! THANKS