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Chapter 12

Cammie's POV:

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Damn that alarm clock!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I opened my very sleepy eyes and it took me a moment to realise why this room I was in wasn't like my own room. Then I remembered I was in Manhattan.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I threw my pillow at the damn clock and it was knocked of the nightstand. It might have been a bit too hard because I think I broke it. Oh well, at least it shut up and won't annoy me again.

I pulled the curtains aside to see it was quite early. Actually, way too early for my liking. The sun was just coming out. I pulled my phone out to see it was half six. Half bloody six in the morning! If this was some lame prank someone was pulling, then they'd better watch out. I looked around the room and my eyes caught the outfit hanging from the wardrobe door. Huh? It must have been Macey, as I don't really care about what I wear. But I had to admit, the outfit was sort of cute. It was a light blue sleeveless top and ripped shorts. On the floor, under the outfit, were these really cute shoes. I could see jewellery on the desk as well. This was definitely Macey's work. Thought I don't know why she bothered. It was not as though I had anything planned for today.

I dragged myself out of bed and walked over to the calendrer. It was the seventh today. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, trying to remember. Something was meant to happen today. Something important. But I just couldn't remember. Oh well, I decided, I'll come to me later on.

There was no point in trying to go back to sleep now, so I showered, untangled my hair, put lip gloss on and got into the outfit. I grabbed a small purse, put some money in and walked over to the nightstand to get my phone. It had cute jewellery on it. Maybe Macey had left it behind. It was a pair of earrings and a necklace. I turned around. And that's when I noticed it.

A blond wig lying beside my bed.

I walked over to it and picked it up. What the hell was going on? Why was there a wig in my room? Maybe someone had come in for a dare. But I had closed the door. Or I think I had. I walked over to the door, with the wig in my hand, and turned the handle. The door opened. Ok, this was creepy. Some random person (or persons, I mean who knew, there might have been lots of people, but only one dropped their wig, or maybe only one was wearing a wig), anyway, random person (s) were in my room while I was totally oblivious. I little more than creepy. I'll have to figure this out later, with the girls, and find out who it was. But for now, I was going to the beach where we'd been last night.

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Music. Or to be more precise, a guitar. I wondered who would be up this early in the morning, out on the beach and playing a guitar. I didn't know who it was, but they were good.

Further along and I could make out a figure sitting near the edge of the water, with the sun rising up behind him. From what I could tell, It was boy.

Then it all hit me. Waking up so early… today being the seventh… the outfit… the shoe… Today was the day. The day I met my life partner.

I stared at the boy in front of me. Could it be him. He was the only other person apart from me on the beach. It had to be him.

I had to admit, it was all perfect. The music, the hot boy, the sun, the beach, everything. I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth and I had to bite the inside of my check to stop myself smiling like a total idiot. As the boy continued playing, I took a few steps to wards him so I could see him more clearly. He has dark brown hair and is tall. He has a very attractive build, (not too bulky) with broad shoulders, dark hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. He was gorgeous.

As the boy continued playing, I started counting the different colours he was wearing.

One: red shoes. Two : Light blue jeans. Three: a white number nine of the back of his shirt. Four: Yellow writing above the number nine. Five: The dark blue colour of his shirt. He turned around slightly. Six: A small green number nine on the corner of his shirt.

He stared to put his guitar in it's case and get up. I looked everywhere of that last colour. I had done his shirt, jeans, shoes.

"Where's the seventh?"

There was nothing else. Not that one different colour anywhere. I felt like a balloon had been deflated inside me. I turned to leave as he got up, pulled his jeans up to reveal black socks and brush the sand off.

I decided to stay on the be-

Black socks.

He had black socks. That was the seventh colour. I breathed out a sigh of relief and turned back to him to see that he had his guitar case over his back and was walking towards me. He was walking towards me. He was so gorgeous. Closer and closer. Towards me… towards me… And he walked right past me.

That got me out of my daze. I hurried after him and stood in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Um... excuse me," He turned away from me for a second, I saw him smirk. But the smirk was gone as soon as it had come and I must have imagined it. Either way, he had a hot smirk. He turned to look at me. My hair blew in my face and I pulled it behind my ear. Damn my stupid hair.

"So early… I mean, um… why were you playing the guitar so early in the morning." Great, real smooth. He just stared at me, and nodded his head a little.

"My names Cameron, by the way. But you can call me Cammie," I smiled and held out my hand for him to shake, but he totally ignored it. Feeling like an idiot, I slowly pulled my hand towards myself.

"Why aren't you answering my questions?" I asked.

"Sorry," He said. He had such a hot voice, I could listen to it all day. He didn't say anything else, and it didn't look like he was going to, so I filled the silence.

"That's ok," I offered a small smile. He smiled back.

"By the way, I'm Zach." Well, he did looked like a Zach. "Coming?" He pointed to the beach. I nodded and we started walking along the beach.

"So.. do you stay around here or…" He dragged the 'or.'

"No." I looked up at him. "I've come from Virginia for the youth festival"

"Ok. Where do you live in Virginia?" He put his hands deep in his pockets.

"Roseville. I go to Gallagher Academy." I said.

He looked surprised. "Really?" I nodded. "Well, I go to Blackthrone Academy for boys." Blackthrone was another school in the area. It was very near Gallagher. I was surprised I hadn't seen him around.

"Weird, isn't it? How close we live together and we meet here." I said.

"I know," He chuckled and shook his head. "You know, Cammie," He stopped and looked at me, "This is all fate. Destiny." I stared at him. He believed in Destiny? I liked him more as I sent more time with him.

"Two people meet, when Destiny wants them to meet. Do you believe in destiny?" He said/asked.

"I didn't before, but now I do," and I started walking, with him right behind me.

"Good, and I hope that destiny will want us to meet again." With one last smile. He walked of, with me staring after him.

There you go. Sorry it's short and not very good. But I don't have much time. Plus I'm super tired. It's now 2:21am. Please review. I would try to upload more soon. :D Sorry for any spelling mistakes.