im not gna go into that much detail, cuz itd just drag on, and theres only really one thing thats important

Justin's POV

I sighed. School was so boring without Cammie. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Pay attention in class? Yeah right. At least we're in Creative Writing. There's not really much to pay attention to. We can pretty much do whatever we want, as long as we're writing in some shape, way or form.

"Justin, would you please stop sighing?" Alice(A/N:this isnt based off Alice from Twilight) asked, being the annoying girl she is.

I gave a fake smile and said sweetly, "I'll try." As soon as she turned back around, I let out an overdramatic exhale.

Glaring daggers at me, Alice turned back around and sneered, "Very mature, Justin."

"Why thank you, Alice," I replied, mocking her way of speaking. I could just imagine Cammie slapping my chest and saying, "Could you at least try to be nice?" I chuckled at the thought, but then sighed again, reminded of her absence. Alice huffed and moved to another seat. I didn't even mean to do it that time. Drifting back to Cammie, I thought of the reason of that absence and perked up. Bet she can't even walk right now I thought to myself, laughing slightly. Trying not to think about Cammie, I persevered through the remainder of the period.

The bell rang (finally) so I left the classroom quickly, entering the mob of students in the hallway. I was standing at my locker, when a group of people came up to me.

"So," Zach began. "Where's Cammie?" He didn't seem very cocky, as he usually does, but as if he needed to talk to her immediately. "I have to tell her something."

I smiled and answered, "She wasn't feeling well," leaving a lot unsaid.

"Well, could you ask her to meet me at the Town Square?" he asked, humbly. Zachary Goode, humble?

"If I feel like it," I told him, trying to provoke him. I could tell everyone's eyes were on me, and not all in the good way.

Zach stared at me, trying to stay calm, his hands in trembling fists at his side. He exhaled heavily, and just as he was about to say something, Grant interrupted.

"Look man," he began angrily before I cut him off.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I sighed. "Grantykins, you seriously need to let it go. I stole one girl from you. So what?" I mocked.

"What girl, 'Grantykins'?" Bex asked, crossing her arms around her chest.

Grant blushed a deep red and quickly answered, "She was nobody," obviously wanting to change the subject.

"Oh, really?" she asked, clearly not letting go. "How long ago was this, Justin?" she asked, turning her cold glare to me.

"Oh, about," I started, pretending to think about it. "Two years?"

"Two years?!" Bex shouted. "You're not over a girl you liked two years ago?!" My work here is done I thought wryly to myself.

"Well, sorry to leave in such a rush," I said in fake-sorrow, backing away. "But I have a class I have to get to." With my back to them, I raised my hand in the air and said, "Later."

~JC~

Cammie POV

I massaged my legs, trying to bring the feeling back in them. I had been laying here for a good 8 hours and 46 minutes, and my legs still feel rubbery. Sure, I could actually walk a little now, but they still ached.

"Ugh," I groaned softly.

"Want me to help with that?" Justin asked, his voice coming from the far corner of the room, but he was walking toward me.

I chuckled and replied, "I think you've helped enough."

He was right by me now, and he sat beside me on the bed. He brought his hands up and down my thighs, and whispered into my ear, "I beg to differ."

I giggled and layed down. We began kissing like we did last night, but were soon interrupted by someone entering the suite.

"Oh!" I heard Liz exclaim. "Oopsie daisies."

"It's okay," Justin assured. He turned back to me and smiled, "I was just leaving." Does he have to tease me like that?!

"Mhm," I heard Macey hum. Her arms were crossed across her chest, and her jaw was set.

When Justin was out of the room, I snapped, "What's your problem, Mace?"

"He," she said, pointing at the door. "Is my problem."

"I thought you liked him," I said, confused.

"That was before today," Bex said, chiming in to the rant against Justin.

"What did he do?" I asked, still baffled.

"Oh, he only acted like a total jerk to Grant and Zach!" Bex yelled. She mumbled, "No wonder Grant hates him so much. I doubt its the girl stealing thing."

"It wasn't an act," Macey corrected.

"Hey!" I shouted, defending my boyfriend.

"What?" Macey snapped. "I bet he didn't even tell you Zach asked you to meet him at the Town Square tonight."

"I don't want to deal with Zach," I glowered.

"Why?" she asked. "Just talk to him, Cammie," Macey begged softly. "Look, I know you guys have your issues, but that look in his eyes..." she trailed off, lost deep in thought. "He only wants to talk."

"Well he could've talked to me last night," I said coldly.

"Last night?" she asked. "What happened last night?" I told her the whole story, everything with Justin, and how I went to Zach's suite and found him in bed with Tina. I even told her what happened after my fight with Zach.

She seemed to be in an information overload. Macey finally shook her head and said firmly, "Zach wouldn't do that. " I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. "Okay, I'm not saying he didn't have a rebound like you Cammie, but I'm just saying that Tina wouldn't be her."

"What do you mean, 'Like me'?" I asked.

She sighed and explained, "Don't you see Cammie? You don't love Justin-"

I cut her off. "Yes I do."

Macey shook her head and said, "No. You don't. He's just a rebound. He's close enough to Zach's personality to interest you, but different enough to keep you satisfied."

I kept quiet for a minute and thought about this. I did all the things with Justin I always wanted to do with Zach. I finally said, "So what should I wear?"

Macey smiled and went into full on makeover mode.

~?~

I saw Zach from 4.63 miles away. I ran until I was 8 feet from him. The rest of my steps were slow and cautious.

"Hey," I said softly from behind him.

"You came," he said in surprise. I know he heard me coming, but he still seemed sincerely shocked.

"Of course," I said, giving him a small smile. He gave me one back. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

He exhaled deeply and began, "I did not have sex with Tina."

"What?" I asked, confused. "Why couldn't you have told me that last night?"

"You just seemed mad enough," he reasoned. "I didn't think you would believe me."

I thought about that and said, "I wouldn't have."

"Do you believe me now?" he asked.

"Yes."

He sighed happily and asked, "Do you want to go back to my suite?"

"Zach!" I exclaimed.

"Not like that," he assured me, rolling his eyes. "I don't want to get interrupted by Josh." He looked around and mumbled, "That kid is everywhere."

"Hey," I said, just realizing something. "You actually called him by his name."

Zach just shrugged and said, "It's not him I have to worry about anymore. It's that damn Dustin." I burst out laughing.

After I sobered up, I sighed and asked, "Can't you actually call them by their names?"

"I could," he said, dragging out the could. "But what would be the fun in that?"

I shook my head and said, "You wouldn't be you if you didn't."

When we entered the suite, it was surprisingly empty. I raised my eyebrows at him, but he just smirked and put his arm around my waist.

"What am I gonna do about Dustin?" I asked, smiling as I said Dustin.

Zach laughed and said, "Oh, I'll deal with him," menacingly. He took my arm and led me to sit on his bed.

I normally would've told him to be nice, but I was actually looking forward to seeing Zach kick Justin's butt after I heard what a jerk he was to my friends.

I pushed him down softly and laid on him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I kissed his neck, gradually making my way up to his lips.

Zach took my face in his hands softly and asked, "If you don't mind, I kinda just wanna...hold you for a minute."

I chuckled and mocked, "Is Zachary Goode being...sweet?"

He laughed a little, laid my head on his chest, wrapped his arms around me, and murmured, "Be quiet."

I sighed and told him, "I missed you," marveling at how true it was.

"I missed you, too" he said, squeezing me tighter.

I chuckled and said, "I can tell," gliding my hands over him and his even stronger, more defined muscles. "You like to work out when you're upset."

He laughed softly and kissed my hair. I sighed. It was goode to be home.

the end. sequel? no? review :)