Author's Note: Alright, here's my FIRST non-spy fic. Wish me luck! What you need to know: I WILL have different personalities for each character. Don't get mad at me for those, because I'm trying to make my story unique. For example, don't expect Jonas to be a male version of little Lizzy. In this, he's a skater boy. Different, huh? READ ON.

Opposites Attract

By: 4everandalwaysme

Chapter 1 Dedication: Zach-Goode's-Girl . xxx

Badass. That's the first thing that comes to mind when thinking about Zachary Goode. He's got the whole mysterious aura about him that makes girls drool over him from a distance. Of course, they would most definitely be all over him if he wasn't so intimidating.

But that just adds to the tough-guy exterior.

It doesn't help that he was late to class...again. Mrs. Paisley turned to the door as it opened, and glared when none other than Zachary Goode sauntered in, his emotionless mask in place.

"Mr. Goode, I would like to know why you are coming late to class today," she said, sounding extremely pissed off.

Zach just shrugged, his usual response. It was for the best, anyway. If he gave a real answer, there would have been yelling, flying objects, and eventually doors being slammed.

Mrs. Paisley sighed and waved the matter off. "Just get to your seat."

He obliged without hesitating. Zach Goode doesn't hesitate. He's sure of his motives, always one step ahead. It would have seemed like an obedient gesture had he not leaned back in his chair with his arms folded and a scowl on his face.

Ms. Paisley, already used to his behavior, dismissed the act with one final glare.

Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Paisley was a fine young teacher. Respected, too. But nobody could control Zach Goode. And everybody knew that. No one knew why, exactly, but they knew better than to test his patience.

He wasn't known for being well-mannered and generous, after all.

Only seconds after Zach lost the majority of stares he recieved, though, the door swung open once again, revealing a pretty blonde girl. She wasn't exactly over-the-top pretty, or model worthy, but you could see this girl-next-door type. She was breathing hard, and attracting many stares.

You could easily tell she wasn't a fan of attention.

"I'm sorry," she panted. "I kind of...got lost."

A few whispers and a round of giggles started after hearing about her obvious rendezvous to find the classroom. Mrs. Paisley greeted the girl with a warm smile. "All's well, dear. How about you introduce yourself?"

This was exactly what every modest new student hates. Introductions. It's almost as if you wanted your personal life broadcast all over the school. It was no better for the poor girl.

"Um...I'm Cammie," she started. "I'm seventeen, and I just moved here."

Somebody obnoxiously coughed out a very badly concealed "Obviously" as she finished her introduction, causing the majority of the class to snicker. But there was only one student that refused to fall to such low levels.

And that was Mr. Zachary Goode himself.

"Please, take a seat, Cammie. Welcome to Westfield High. I hope you enjoy your stay." With that said, Mrs. Paisley returned to her lecture on Christopher Columbus's voyage of 1492.

Cammie huffed quietly, and sat down in the only empty desk in the room. To be honest, Mrs. Paisley's welcome back speech annoyed her. Every time she changed schools, it was the same thing over and over.

Welcome to...I hope you have a good year...Enjoy this. Enjoy that.

When were things going to get real?

"Psst!"

Something hit Cammie's back and fell to the floor. She turned around to confront the culprit, but came face to face with a boyishly cute guy. With dark hair falling into his eyes, and thick framed glasses, he looked quite attractive.

He held his hand out to her. "I'm Jonas."

"Cammie." She shook his hand and smiled, only to have it turn into a frown when Jonas wouldn't let her hand go. She tilted her head in question as he studied her.

"Could you please let me go?" she asked. He grinned and shook his head.

"Afraid not."

By this time, Cammie was getting seriously annoyed. Was he trying to hit on her or something? "I don't think I should have to ask you for my own hand, you know."

Jonas released her and rested his arms on his desk. "You know what, Cammie? I like you."

She smiled a little, not knowing what to say to that. "Thanks...I guess."

He laughed, getting a few stares from their peers. "You're funny. You gotta sit with me at lunch today. Meet some of the group. How about it?"

Cammie couldn't help but grin widely, not believing she already made a friend. "Sure."

By the time lunch rolled around, Cammie hadn't made any friends other than Jonas. She was relieved, to say the least. For once, she wouldn't be sitting alone on her first day. Maybe even the rest of the week.

"Hey, Cammie!" Jonas called from the other side of the cafeteria. He waved his arm, motioning for her to go over to them. She happily obliged, none too willing to sit on her own.

"Sup, Cam? How has this fine day been treating you?" he asked once she sat down.

Cammie shrugged, looking around at Jonas's friends. He seemed to remember introductions, because he pointed to the boy sitting next to him.

"This is Dan. My best buddy." Dan, as Jonas called him, had short blonde hair with blue tips. He seemed a little more muscular than Jonas, but that was just a first appearance.

"That's Brent, Greg, Vinny, and she's Dana."

Cammie took her time studying everyone. Brent was tall and lanky, Greg was short, and Vinny had an eyebrow piercing. When she turned to Dana, she didn't understand how she missed her in the first place. Dana had blonde hair with one dark blue streak standing out.

"Dana and Dan are twins," Greg pointed out.

"Nice to meet you all," Cammie said quietly. Dana flashed her a small smile, taking away any fear that Cammie had about her. After all, looks can be deceiving.

Loud laughter erupted from the long table in the center of the room. When Cammie turned to see what was going on, she noticed a group of gorgeous girls in tight clothing sitting with athletic-looking boys.

"Those are the preps. You don't wanna get involved with them. If you're on their good side, you have to suck up to them. If you're on their bad side, you could drop to the bottom of the social ladder," Brent explained.

"Social ladder?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah," Jonas nodded. "They practically own the school with their rich parents. You see the really buff guy sitting in the middle?"

Cammie nodded when she spotted him. "Yeah?"

"That's Grant Newman. Captain of the football team. Stereotypical jackass jock."

As Cammie took in all of this information, Dana's indifferent expression turned into a sour one when she glanced over Cammie's shoulder.

"What is it?" Cammie asked, looking around.

Dana pointed to a girl who sat down next to Grant. "That's Macey."

Jonas looked to where her finger was pointed and rolled his eyes. "Dana just hates Macey. It's not like she's after your family or something."

"She might as well be. McHenry is like the queen of ice!" she exclaimed, stabbing at her fries with a fork.

Cammie laughed at her and shook her head. "I think I might like it here."

"Oh, you will, little one," Jonas said, grinning evilly. "You will..."

Author's Note: Just the beginning. Tell me what you think. Should I continue? Is it interesting enough? ANYBODY LIKE JONAS? Updates are irregular, so sorry!

Forever and Always,
Me