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Also, I forgot to mention in the first chapter that some of the characters (mainly Cammie) will be a little OOC. Sorry if that annoys anyone, but it needs to happen for the story.

Ellen.

CHAPTER TWO-

CAMMIEPOV

"What do you mean you have practice?" I asked, as I leaned against Zach's locker, waiting for Grant. The halls were empty as school had finished twenty minutes ago. And I was still here.

I wonder if this is God's way of punishing me for not be Catholic? Stuck at school on your first day with your overprotective cousin while he has to wrestle with guys over a ball with no way home other than that said over-annoying cousin? Sure doesn't sound like something natural to me.

Grant sighed for the tenth time. "I mean what I say: I have football practice right now. Which, thanks to you, I am going to be late for."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry; I'm sure you can sweet talk your way out of that one. Blame me." I shrugged. "But what I want to know is if you drove me here how am I supposed to get home?"

Grant closed his locker and walked off. I trailed behind him.

"Grant," I said, my voice sweet and innocent, and put on my puppy expression.

Grant kept walking, pushing open the doors that led to the football field.

"Grant." I tried again, this time not very successful as my annoyance trickled through to my tone.

Grant stopped in the middle of the pathway, three steps away from the door, and spun around on his heel, his eyes squeezed closed. Over his shoulder I could see a group of boys stretching in the middle of the field.

"Ah... What are you doing?"

"No," he said, furiously shaking his head. "I will not fall for the puppy dog expression. No way. Never again. Not after what happened last time."

I giggled. "Grant, I'm not doing the puppy dog expression." Yeah, right.

"And I trust you because?" He still had his eyes closed.

"Because I'm your favourite cousin in the world and you love me so, so much."

Grant peeled one of his eyes open hesitantly. He dimly reminded me of the three little pigs who would peep out of their window, waiting for the big bad wolf to walk away. Except Grant wasn't a pig.

Though he certainly ate like one that's for sure.

"What is it that you want?" He sighed.

I spoke in a sing song voice: "I was wondering if I could drive home and you could get a life with one of your mates?"

"No." Grant practically growled.

"What? Why not? I have my license and I learned to drive when I was a kid. I'm more qualified than you would think."

He shook his head, hard. "No. There is no way you are driving my British Bombshell."

I raised an eyebrow. "Your British Bombshell?"

"It's her name," he said defensively.

"It's the name you used to describe Bex."

"And?"

"You name your car after your crush?"

Grant looked away, his cheeks slightly flaming. "Of course not," he said, scoffing. "I would never do that. That's just..."

"Stalkish? Weird? Insane? Stupid?"

"... Something her boyfriend should do."

"My suggestions were way more practical," I told him.

"No, they were not."

I shook my head. "I'm not going to argue with you on this one if you won't believe that I won. But we still have a problem: I'm trapped at school until your training finishes."

"Couldn't you get a lift home with Bex or Macey? Or even Liz?"

I ground my teeth together. "Yes, I could have if somebody had told me that they had football practice after school."

"Well, you're not driving British Bombshell because she's my baby."

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Well I'm not waiting until your training session ends to go home."

Just then, Mr Zachary Goode jogged up to the pile of bags, picked one up throwing it over his shoulder, and made his way toward us.

"Coach wants you." He nodded at Grant.

Grant gave me the daggers. "See? I told you that I would get in trouble."

"And I said 'blame me.' But I still need a way home."

"You can wait."

"I will not wait!"

"You're going to have to –"

"I can take her," a voice spoke up.

Our heads both spun around to the voice. Zach. He was offering me a ride home? Mentally, I laughed. As if Grant would ever let that happen. From what he made me promise he would rather that I sprain my ankle then be trapped in a small compartment with Zach Goode.

I watched with amusement as Grant gave Zach a hard look. Zach just rolled his eyes in response.

Obviously he also shares my opinion of Grant's overprotective, annoying attitude.

I sighed, placed a dramatic hand to my heart, and used those accents that all the Hollywood women used in the fifties. "Oh, don't worry about it, Granty. I'll just walk home and hope I don't get mugged." I sniffed and tears started to wield. Man, I'm glad I took drama. "And I'll hope that I won't be kidnapped; that I won't sprain my ankle. I hope that I'll make it home before Aunty decides that she should ground you for putting your innocent, lovely, and wonderful cousin through the trauma of walking home because you wouldn't let me take British Bombshell home."

"British Bombshell?" Zach asked.

I turned to him, accent gone. "He named his car after Bex."

Zach choked on his laughter.

Grant spun on me, his temper flaring. "I did not name her after Bex! I told you that it is only something –"

"Somebody stalky, insane, and weird would do? Oh, wait." I laughed. "Those were my suggestions."

Zach sobered up. "Grant, let me take the girl home. She needs a ride and I'm skipping out on practise today so it's no big deal. I made a promise. Besides, we're neighbours. Your parents trust me; Cammie trusts me; and you should trust me."

Promise? Neighbours? I trust him?

Huh.

You do learn stuff at school after all. Even if it isn't exactly educational by government standards.

"NEWMAN! HURRY UP!" The coach shouted.

Grant sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He turned to glare at Zach.

"You better not prove me wrong, Goode. I mean it."

I sighed. "I can look after myself, Grant," I mumbled.

Zach rolled his green eyes and began to walk away. Grant turned to me, worry thick in his eyes and instant guilt tripped through me.

"I'll be fine. Trust me."

Grant nodded his head and turned away.

"Oh, Grant?" I called, smiling.

Grant spun around. "What?"

"Think quick." I threw his car keys at him. He stared at the keys in confusion and began to frantically pat his pockets.

I walked away laughing.

Everything was tight. It wasn't the car that felt small – because it definitely wasn't. But the atmosphere felt tight and, well... awkward.

And it was all Grant's fault.

I was pretty damn sure that Grant hadn't only gotten his claws into me but in to Zach as well. What other promise could Grant have made Zach make besides the one that he made me do? What other promise could make a car ride with Zach so damn awkward?

The promise to stay away from each other romantically.

It was also Grant's fault because of his ridiculous car. I don't think I would too surprises to find him making out with the car at one stage in their 'relationship.'

But this is that's Grant was being ridiculous. Never in my fifteen – almost sixteen – years that we have both been alive has Grant ever done something as ridiculous at this. Sure, don't get me wrong, I love the fact that Grant's looking out for me and such. He's like my big brother.

But he was beyond ridiculous with this.

I mean, seriously? A promise.

God help me if he decides to keep me a virgin by handing me a damn ring.

"So," Zach said, dragging out the vowel.

"Huh?" I said, floating back down to Earth.

Oh, God, this is worse than I thought!

It was like watching a corny movie where you know that they know that each other knows whatever it is they know, but they avoid it. They say other things. They do stupid stuff they normally wouldn't do. But they do it because of what they know.

I'm not making any sense.

The radio was playing some god awful wannabe rap music as we pulled up to a red light. Kids walked across the zebra crossing, holding onto the pram that their parent's pushed.

I resisted the urge to tap my foot (something I do when I'm either worried, impatient, or in an awkward moment that I can gladly say right now would be a perfect example of).

"You promised him, didn't you?" I blurted out.

Crap. Why did I say that?

Zach's hands gripped the steering wheel, tighter and looser, tighter and looser, before he said, "Not in so many words. But yes, I made Grant a promise."

"Huh." Was all I said.

That's all you think of, Cameron? You're as bad as Grant when it comes to his 'British Bombshell.'

"Question questions," Zach said.

Raising an eyebrow, I said, "Huh?"

Is that the only word that's in your vocabulary?

He smirked and the red light turned green. "Let's play twenty questions."

"We won't finish in time."

Zach shrugged. "We'll just pick it up another time then."

"Okay," I said. "You first."

"Do you have any pets?" He asked.

"A cat named Suzi," I lied.

Hey, he never said we had to tell you truth!

"Birthday?"

"March the twenty-fifth." Zach hummed. "Favourite colour?"

"Purple. Or blue. Maybe even red." I frowned. "Those three."

Zach laughed. "You can't pick just one, can you?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p.' "Okay, my turn."

"No it's not," Zach exclaimed.

I laughed. "Yeah. You just asked 'you can't just pick one, can you?' That's a question. Therefore, it counts."

Zach grumbled under his breath.

"What's your favourite subject?" I asked.

"PE. Favourite sport?"

"Martial Arts. What's your desired unrealistic dream job?"

"Spy." Zach smirked. "Although I wouldn't say that's its unrealistic; especially for somebody as good as myself."

"Ugh," I said, sinking deeper into the leather seats.

"Favourite number?" He asked.

"Seven," I said. "How did you get this car?"

"It was a sixteenth birthday present."

"Cool."

Zach turned to me with a smile. "Oh, yeah, she is."

"Favourite animal?"

I groaned. "That's too hard! But I would have to say puppies. What's her name?"

Zach frowned and stray strands of brown hair fell around his face. "What's who's name?"

"Your car. Grant named his British Bombshell and my..." I choked on the word. "... dad named his car. So, what's the name of your car?"

Zach threw a smirk my way. "Suzi. The cars' name is Suzi."

"Suzi? Where'd that name come from?"

Zach laughed. "It's not your turn, Gallagher Girl."

I turned in my seat to face him. "Gallagher Girl? Where did that name come from? And how did you know about that?"

"Spy," Zach said, pointing at his chest as he winked.

I scoffed. "Whatever."

Suddenly the car stopped moving and the engine stopped rumbling. I glanced out the window, surprised, and back at Zach. We had parked in his driveway.

"That was quick," I said.

Zach smirked. "Time flies when you're having fun."

I scoffed. "I would hardly say being interrogated by you is fun."

He threw his head back and laughed. "Interrogated? If that's your definition of interrogation then you must be the worst interrogator ever."

"One of many definitions," I said, smiling.

The corner of my eye caught the sight of the kitchen curtain swinging close. I better go.

"Yeah, you should," Zach said, all laughter vanished from his tone.

"Huh?" I asked, turning back to him. "Did I say that out loud?"

Zach shook his head, a whisper of a smile passed over his lips as he looked out his window. I opened my car door and shut the door, Zach following suite.

I leaned over the car roof and said, "Thank you for the ride home."

Zach smirked. "I knew you would love it."

My eyes narrowed. "Watch it, Goode."

Slowly, I walked away, a billion questions on my mind, yet none of them answered.

Well, there's chapter two. Hmmm. It wasn't very interesting in terms of progress but I don't think it was that bad. I tried to make the beginning of the car ride awkward (although I don't think I did very well on that side of the story.)

I have another few questions (although this is for you guys).

Do you like it when authors reply to your reviews? Would you rather that I did or didn't?

(Technically, that is a few questions, Lol.) :D

Also, I'm trying to get a few chapters ahead of this story so, hopefully, when I get reviews (if my lovely readers still review) I can give you teasers for the next chapters.

Ooh. I just thought of another question (or, well, request, too.):

Is there anything in the story you would like to see? (besides Zammie, obviously.) Have any ideas that you would think work with the plot line (or what little plot line there is)

Now, I think that is all.

Thanks for reading and everybody who reviewed! You guys are amazing! And tell me what you think. Do you have a favourite line or part so far? Any theories as to what's going to happen or how Cammie technically got kicked out of her boarding school, Gallagher ?

Oh, I just remembered:

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