I just love writing light, fast-paced stories and here's another story starring, of course, who else could it be, Zachary Goode & Cameron Morgan.

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~SMELLS LIKE LOVE~

Of course, another note slipped in my locker. What was new anyway? Some person had been slipping sneaky, annoying and stupid notes in my locker. Most of it said thinking of you or you look good today. It wasn't really annoying, stupid, and sneaky, to be honest, I am just exaggerating. There was actually something good about it. The scent. Scented notes. I reckoned whoever this person was sprayed his or her cologne onto the notes. And it was the only thing I liked about those notes…the scent.

"I have a feeling," Bex cleared her throat. "It's Macey."

Macey was like my mortal enemy. Was she kidding?

"I mean, yes, I know you hate each other but don't you think she could be writing all those notes to make you feel miserable? To make you think there's really someone out there?" Bex bit her lip while Liz just crossed her arms to her chest. None of us were very convinced about this.

"Actually, I don't care. Give it a week or two, those notes will stop." I said.

But it didn't stop. Even after one week, two, three, four, and now five. I practically had twenty five notes already, all of them went straight to the dumpster. I didn't even bother to read them, till I received the longest note. I read it to Bex and Liz.

Good morning, cuddle cake. You look so beautiful today. Body-hugging top and skinny jeans…mmm…sexy.

I hope you like the new scent. I thought you might find the scent of my previous notes boring.

Wanna undress you.

-lalalalalalalala

WHAT THE FUCK? Perv.

Liz and Bex burst out laughing.

"Wanna undress you?" Bex snickered as Liz snatched the note from my hand. They both started sniffing the note.

"I should report the person to the police. This could be some stalker, you know?" I asked them. They just laughed. Right, they didn't believe that someone like me could actually have a stalker.

"Stalker? Come on. You can't call this person a stalker. This is a secret admirer." Bex grinned, handing me back the note, which I immediately crumpled and threw into the trash can.

If this person really was a secret admirer he or she should've stuck into one sweet name. Not cuddle cake, sweetie berry, lovey smurf, cutie, lovey cakes, baby nuts, UGH!

"So…do you like him?" Liz giggled.

LIKE SHE WAS SURE IT WAS ACTUALLY A GUY!

It could actually be a girl, trying to mess with me. Probably Macey. But that was very unlikely because she barely cared about me although she hated me. She wouldn't have spent time messing with me.

"LIZ!" I glared at her.

"Don't do anything," Bex said. "Enjoy this first and then when it gets boring, we shall find out who the person is."

What if they never get bored of it?

"Yeah!" Liz high-fived Bex.

"Stop it guys." I said at once as I saw Zachary Goode making his way to us, doing his I-Am-Hot-And-Popular move.

Nobody said a word till Zach reached me, grinning madly. "So Cammie, what's up with your clothes?" he started to laugh and his two friends joined him, as expected. Even if it was so far from being funny.

"Okay." I rolled my eyes. "Where should I laugh in that joke?"

Zach pursed his lips, clearing his throat. "It wasn't a joke. I was just stating observations. Anyway," he breathed deeply. "Uh—"

I gave him a talk-to-the-hand gesture. "Nonsense."

He smirked. "Don't act like a bitch, it doesn't fit you."

"Why? It only fits you?" I snapped.

"No. I'm just saying," he was concealing his laughter. "You're horrible when you act oh-my-gosh-he's-so-like-the-cutest-guy-ever. Or something like oh-my-gosh-is-that-color-orange-ewww!" He cracked up. "It doesn't look good on you. You could try the oh-my-gosh-Zach-Goode-is-so-hot-I-really-like-him-but-I'm-too-shy-to-admit-it-to-him."

I stared at him blankly. Not because what he said was true, but instead, I couldn't believe his ego. I used to think he was conceited but not like this.

I faked a laugh, showing no interest in what he said. "How about you try, oh-my-life-doesn't-make-sense-so-I-will-sleep-with-all-the-hot-girls-in-school?"

His friend cracked up. Zach frowned, glaring at them. They still couldn't stop cracking up. What I said wasn't really funny, it was just the truth.

"What about you try to not take this too personally?" he went serious.

I rolled my eyes. LIKE I WOULD BUY THAT!

"Ha-ha." I rolled my eyes again. "Personal? Oh, I'm so sorry. Was that personal for you? That is actually a universal truth, you know."

He rolled his eyes. "Just don't change the topic. I know you're the I-like-Zach-Goode-girl. Come on, don't play hard-to-get." He was smiling like a moron.

"Honestly," I moved closer to him. "I like you."

He grinned. "Told ya."

"In your dreams."