I should warn you. Whoever you think he is, he is not.

He fooled me, and he will fool you too.

He left me alone. Hanging. He just… left.

I loved him. He was the only one that I'd ever loved.

Then… then… he just left. He left with nothing to say.

I can't forgive him. Ever.

I will never forgive Josh Abrams.

On the bright side, I probably won't ever see him again.

CAMMIE POV

"CAMMIE! CAMMIE! CAMMIE! CAMMI-"

"Shut up, Bex! I can hear you, you know? Now, what do you want?"

"Well, it's not what I want; it's more what Macey wants."

Oh gods… no. Macey McHenry? The Fashion expert? HELL NO.

"Bex. Let me outta your house. NOW."

I heard a voice behind me say, "A bit too late for that, Cammie."

Macey was standing in the middle of the doorway, arms piled with designer clothes and makeup.

"Oh shit", was all I could say.

"Macey… is this really necessary? I mean… I know I only moved to NYC in July... but I honestly don't get why you must torture me with makeup."

"Please, Cammie. I'm just expressing your inner beauty. Besides, Grant will protect you from all the guys. Apparently, since you're his cousin, you're off-limits."

"I really don't need a boyfriend, Macey."

"Cammie. You have to understand that Josh will not be the only love of your life. There are plenty of extremely funny and handsome boys at Roseville High."

I sighed. I would not be looking forward to meeting guys next Monday.

ZACH POV

"Dude! Grant's cousin just moved in! They keep telling me that she's some hot San Francisco chick, who's like, crazy about acting. She was on the cheerleading team, varsity volleyball, and cross-country."

I turned to Jonas and Nick

"Grant has a cousin?"

"Of course I do." Grant said, walking up to us.

"Since when, man?"

"Since 16 ½ years ago when she was born." He retorted.

"So, when do we get to meet her?"

"Never. None of guys will touch her, got it?" he glared at us, daring us to say something.

"Yeah, we got it Grant." We said.

He held me back for a second.

"Zach. I mean it. I don't want you breaking her heart. You've always been a player and you"

"Psh… look, Grant. I stopped being that a long time ago, I promise, I won't hurt your precious cousin."

"Good. I don't want to lose my best friend to my cousin."

"I don't either."

We headed down the hall to Physics.

"I'm so sorry I'm late! I had to get my schedule and-"

"Please take a seat Ms.…..?"

"Cammie, sir. Cammie Morgan."

"All right, then Ms. Morgan. Please take a seat next to Mr. Goode, please."

Cammie was inhumanely gorgeous. Light blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders, the perfect body, the perfect skin, the perfect height, perfect everything. And then there were her eyes… a beautiful bright blue.

Wait… Morgan…. Wasn't that Grant's mom's last name…. oh holy shit. That couldn't be….

Cammie Morgan. Grant's cousin that he was so protective about. It couldn't… if a girl like THAT was off-limits… I'd die.

"Hi…are you Cammie?" I asked, smirking.

She glanced at me, then her face contorted into one of confusion.

"Yeah… why?"

"You're Grant's cousin aren't you?"

She nodded.

"I'm Zach. Zach Goode."

"It's nice to meet you?" she said, or rather, questioned.

I smiled. She was cute.

"Well, Cammie. I do believe you've just met Zachary Goode." Someone said.

Someone I knew. Someone I knew too well.

I swung around, taking a deep breath.

"Hey Grant." I said.

Grant and I were on the football field, practicing some spiral throws.

"I thought I told YOU, specifically, to stay away from her!"

"No…. you said, and I quote, 'Don't hurt her'. Guess what, Newman? I haven't hurt her-"

"Yet." He cut in.

"I. Will. Not. Break. Your. Cousin's. Heart. I swear!"

"That better be a promise. I don't want you two getting… close."

I rolled my eyes.

Cammie POV

Grant was right. Zach's smirk was annoying. Actually…it infuriated me. On the other hand… it was rather cute.

But I won't ever tell anyone that.

Ping.

What the hell was that?

Ping.

It was coming from outside my window.

Ping.

I slid the balcony door open.

"Ow!" I was suddenly aware that I just got hit in the face with a CornNut.

"Oh shit! Cammie, are you okay?"

"Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" I said.

"It's okay. It's just me, Zach." He said that as if it was supposed to make me feel better.

"Uhhhh… I didn't know you lived here." I said, leaning over the edge to see him.

My breath caught. I didn't think it was possible, but he looked even hotter in the moonlight.

Yeah, call me a sap, but when I see a cute boy, I see a cute boy.

He smirked. That infuriating smirk that I just can't damn resist.

Okay, what the hell was going on with me?

"I live next door. Didn't Grant tell you?"

I laughed. "Grant doesn't like talking about you when he's with me."

"Figures. It's Grant after all."

"Well, what did you want?" I asked.

"I wanted to talk." He said, his mesmerizing emerald eyes, gazing up at me-

WAIT. WHAT THE HELL?! Why was I calling him cute?

Cause you like him?

No. it can't… Grant would be so mad.

Cammie, don't go into denial. You can't help it if you're falling for the mysterious, sexy, unbelievably attractive Zachary Goode.

YOU TWO GET THE HELL OUTTA MY BRAIN.

Okay… what the hell was going on with me?

"Cammie? Did you hear me?"

"Huh? What?"

"I said… Are you trying out for the play this year?"

"Probably. I've always been a dramatic. What about you?"

"Nah. Football season gets into it. I'll be there to see it if you're in it, though." He smirked.

"Shut up, Zach. Who would want you there anyways?"

I was sitting on the railing, looking down at Zach.

He put a hand over his heart, faking hurt. "I thought you liked me."

"Maybe, probably, but most likely not."

And then I fell. I was waiting for the impact of the ground to come, closing my eyes…

Then I was in someone's arms. Zach's arms. Oh shit. Grant was going to kill me.

He smirked down at me, emerald eyes inches away from my blue ones.

"How do you like me now?" he whispered, in that extremely sexy mysterious voice that hot guys use.

Damn hot boys and their mysterious voices.

"I… I…." I stuttered.

And then he kissed me.

The next day, I woke up in a place that was most definitely NOT my room.

I shifted, and a wall of Six-pack abs was in my face.

A well-built six-pack, I might add.

An arm was draped over my waist. More like an extremely sexy muscular arm.

Then I saw eyes watching me. Deep emerald eyes.

Zach's emerald eyes.

"What the hell am I doing in your bed, Zach?!" I yelled.

He smirked. "Well, you kinda fell asleep when I tried to take you home, and no one was home… I didn't have any keys… and I didn't want to search you just to find some keys… so I brought you to my house."

I wanted to say something smart, then I remembered his extremely hard abs pressing against me, and I blushed.

I said something along the lines of "Uhhhh…" and "Okay…"

Yeah. I'm not the world's smartest person when it comes to boys. That's Macey.

"So…Gallagher Girl-"

"How do you know I went there?" I demanded.

"Lucky guess." He smirked in a way that totally said that it definitely was not a lucky guess.

"Zach…" I begged.

"Cammie…" he mimicked, smirking.

"You really don't want me to get you to tell me this way…"

"Oh, really. I'll have you know, I can take anything." I raised one eyebrow.

Then I kissed his neck, and his face went slack.

"Do you want to tell me now?"

"No." he was fighting it, I could tell.

I kissed his jaw.

"What about now?"

"No." this time, he was more hesitant. Oh, he was good. But I was better.

I kissed his nose, dangerously close to his mouth.

"Zach…you better tell me… before Grant finds out about this…" I pleaded.

"Okay! God! You aren't supposed to use your goddamned sexiness to manipulate a guy! That's not fair!"

"Did you just call me sexy?"

He smirked. "Yes. Yes I did."

"Well, then. I think you're pretty damn sexy too, Zach." I replied, before getting out of the bed, and out the door.

Then I realized that he never told me how he knew that I went to Gallagher.

"Here is your Macey-approved outfit of the day!" Grant said, mimicking a girly voice.

"Thanks. Just throw it on the bed," I said, applying lip gloss.

Macey always told me my skin was perfect, so I didn't need makeup. So I didn't use any. Zilch. Nada. Zero.

"Hey, Cammie. About Bex-"

I squealed. " YOU want to talk about BEX?!"

He blushed. "Yeah… I wanted to ask her to-"

I screamed. "OMIGOD! Grant! DO IT! DO IT TODAY!"

"Okay, sheesh. But… I'm scared. I mean, she's Bex. How am I supposed to do it without being intimidated?"

"Please. Just drag her over into some empty closet and kiss her senseless."

He raised an eyebrow. I nodded. He shrugged, then smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, Cammie!" he yelled, running out of the room.

I glanced over to my bed, where my outfit was. My eyes widened.

'Oh dear. Macey… what have I done to make you do this to me?' I asked silently.

ZACH POV

I closed my locker, leaning on the wall.

Then I saw Cammie, wearing a red plaid boyfriend shirt with a pretty low neck line, and some extremely short pair of black shorts.

My jaw slammed open.

Holy shit… it was like a fucking angel was walking towards me.

Wait… what the hell? What was she doing walking towards-

"Morning Zach." She smiled.

I couldn't take it. I wanted to grab her right then and there take her to some random closet and kiss her half way to heaven.

Damn Grant and his restrictions.

"Zach? Are you okay?"

I smirked. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh… okay. Well, do you know where Grant is? I need to talk to him."

"I dunno. Probably trying to find Bex. Or making out with her in some classroom."

She threw her head back, laughing.

Damn, even her laugh was sexy.

What the hell was this girl doing to my head?

BEX POV

I was walking to AP Calculus when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Bex?"

I spun around.

No way.

Grant Newman was standing in front of me.

His perfectly cut blonde hair, his amazingly well-built body…. What the hell did he want with me?

"Grant?"

"Can you come with me?" he asked, quite nervously.

"Ummm….. Sure." My accent was coming out quite strongly, showing that I was extremely nervous.

He took my hand, and led me to an empty classroom.

"Bex…Bex…I have to tell you something-"

I don't know why I did what I did next. Maybe on impulse, maybe because I was scared?

I kissed him.

And he kissed me back.

I think I could have stayed like that forever, kissing the crap out of Grant Newman.

He pulled away after… what? Twenty-four minutes? He held my face in his hands, caressing my cheek.

"Are you sure, Bex? I mean… you're so amazingly gorgeous, why the hell would you want a piece of shit like me? Sometimes I think you're crazy, you know? Liking me, kissing me-"

I shut him up with a kiss.

CAMMIE POV

I walked with Zach down the halls, and girls kept on glaring at me murderously.

'Yes! I know Zachary Goode is extremely hot and sexy! I get it! Don't need to kill me with your eyes!'

"Cammie, are you okay? You look really…. Upset." Zach said.

"Why? Does it make me look different when I'm mad?" I demanded.

"NO! No. You still look extremely hot and sexy. " He said quickly.

I smirked as we turned into an empty hallway to AP Physics.

"Hey! Don't steal my smirk!"

" I will smirk all day long, Zachary. I will smirk until the day I die. Smirks belong to me, Zach. I own the smirk-"

He spun me around, pushed me against the wall, and placed both hands on either side of my head.

"What was that?" He smirked. That damned, sexy smirk.

I shivered at the close proximity of his face to mine.

"I own the smirk-Mrphh…. Mmmmmm….." I said as he slammed his lips into mine.

Omigod….. His lips were like a freaking god's.

We continued kissing, lips moving in unison, for what? Ten minutes?

Then the bell rang, and we sprang apart.

"Ummm….. Sorry." He said, slightly blushing.

"It's fine…." I said, fixing my shirt.

"So….. We won't tell Grant about this?" he said.

"Definitely not." I agreed.

He smirked. "Well, that was one hell of a kiss."

"What made it better was Grant forbids it."

"Oh? So you're a rebel now? Going against your own cousin?! I didn't know you had it in you!"

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

He threw an arm (a rather sexy arm) over my shoulders, and we walked into Physics.

What we didn't know was that a girl had recorded that entire thing.

GRANT POV

"Grant! Grant! Grant! Gra-"

"What?!"

Tina ran up to me, shoving her phone in my face.

"Tina. I can't see it."

She held it back a few inches.

And all I saw was Zach and Cammie kissing.

Someone was going to get killed.

I stormed into the Physics classroom.

"Hey, Mr. Moscowitz. Mind if I steal Cammie and Zach for a second? Thanks."

I pointed at Cammie and Zach, motioning for them to come outside. Cammie had this face where she looked determined, and Zach knew what was coming for him.

I closed the door once they stepped out of the room.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU, GOODE?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH HER! WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT 'DON'T TOUCH CAMMIE'?!"

"Grant…" Cammie said, softly.

I ignored her. "I WARNED YOU GOODE. I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOUR-"

"GRANT! STOP!"

I froze. Never, had I ever, ever, ever heard Cammie yell.

"Grant, would you just stop? I can like who I wish to like, you cannot control that. If I like Zach, then I like Zach. You cannot change that."

"No." I said, simply.

"No? Did you just say 'no'?" Cammie said.

"Yes. I said 'no'. I don't want you to be with him, so you will not be with him."

A sob escaped Cammie's mouth, and she ran down the hall, crying.

"Grant…." Zach said.

"You stay out of this!"

"You don't get it do you? I really fucking love her! She's not like anyone else I've ever met before! I would never intentionally hurt her! Hell, I wouldn't dream of it. Grant, listen: I love Cammie Morgan, and that is final", Zach said, running after Cammie.

What the hell did I just do?

I might have just lost all the respect I had from my cousin as well as my best friend.

CAMMIE POV

Pain. Anger. Hatred.

Why my life? Why did my life have to be so screwed up?

I pulled my knees closer to my chest, leaning against the tree, looking out at the small pond.

"Cammie?" Zach came up to me.

"Go away."

"I'm not leaving and you know that."

"You idiot. Grant's going to kill you." He pulled me onto his lap.

"Nah. I kinda yelled at him."

"YOU YELLED AT HIM?"

He kissed my neck, then looked up nonchalantly. "Yeah…."

"Oh, you asked for it Goode."

" Well then, if you didn't want me here, you could've said so." He stood up and began walking away.

"Wait! No!" I stood up and ran after him.

Then he suddenly disappeared.

"Zach! Zach! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Please…Come back."

"What was that?" a husky voice whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Uhhhh…."I stuttered.

"Do I make you that uncomfortable, Gallagher Girl?" Zach said, his lips lightly brushing against my neck.

I shivered as he kissed my neck continuously. "Zach…." I murmured.

"What's up, beautiful?" I could practically feel the smirk coming from his lips.

"We have to get back to class…"

"I'm fine where I am."

"I'm serious", I said, getting off him.

He huffed, crossing his arms. "Well… fine then." He began walking away.

I rolled my eyes, following him down the hall.

I walked into the lunch room, scanning for Zach.

He wasn't in there, so I asked Bex if she knew.

"Oh… I think Tina just grabbed him."

"WHAT?!" I shrieked.

"Calm down, Cammie. He likes you, and only you."

"Fine, but Tina better not be sucking face with him."

I walked out of the lunch room, until I heard noises coming from a classroom.

"Oh, Zach…"

My head snapped in the direction of the voices.

A sob escaped my mouth as the scene in front of me was displayed.

Zach was making out with Tina.

"WHAT THE HELL, ZACH?!" I screamed.

He looked really confused as he looked back and forth between Tina and me.

"What… Tina… What the hell are you doing here?" He said.

"Don't play the 'I'm confused' card on me, Goode. I just saw you and-"

"Cammie, this isn't-"

"What? Huh? This isn't what it looks like-"

"It isn't, I swear!"

"Whatever, Zach. I'm done." I said, tears springing into my eyes as I walked out.

I heard Zach move to follow me, but Tina grabbed him.

"LET GO OF ME, TINA. FUCK OFF." Zach yelled.

I ran out of the school, tears streaming down my face.

Then I remembered that the play auditions were today.

I walked into the theatre room afterschool.

And I found Zach there.

"What the hell are you doing here, Zachary?" I said.

"We need to talk. I swear-"

"Alright! Doors closed! Auditions begin NOW!" Madame Dabney said excitedly.

"Wait! I'm not supposed to-" Zach protested.

"Mr. Goode! What a surprise to see you here! Please step onto the stage with….. Ah! Miss Morgan, here." She said.

My eyes widened. "Oh, Madame Dabney, Zach isn't trying out for-"

"Nonsense! You two, on the stage, now!" She said, smiling.

Bex was laughing so hard, she almost fell out of her chair.

I glared at her as I walked to the stage.

"Okay, Miss Morgan and Mr. Goode, I need you to play out the window scene from Romeo and Juliet."

"What?! I don't know half of the words they say in that thing!" Zach said.

"Come on, we cannot waste time!" Madame Dabney urged.

JULIET

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

ROMEO [Aside.]
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

ROMEO

I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIET
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
so stumblest on my counsel?

ROMEO

By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

JULIET
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

ROMEO
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

JULIET
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
and the place death, considering who thou art,
if any of my kinsmen find thee here.

ROMEO
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

JULIET
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

ROMEO
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

"Cut!" Madame Dabney said, pleased.

"I never knew you could act," I said, teasing Zach as the scene concluded with our foreheads touching.

"Yeah, well, I never knew either." He whispered, making me shiver.

'Stop it Cammie. He cheated on you with Tina. He doesn't deserve you', my brain told me.

"My goodness, Mr. Goode. You may very well be Romeo this year." Madame Dabney said, smiling.

Zach's eyes bugged out.

"I'M WHAT?! I still have a quarter of the football season to go! The championship game is next Friday!"

"Well, then. We'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't we?"

I sat back down next to Bex as Zach rushed out to his football practice.

"Soooooo… what's with you and Zach?" Bex said.

"Well, we were actually going okay… until I caught him making out in a room with Tina, but I don't-"

"TINA WALTERS? ZACHARY BLOODY GOODE HAD AN AMAZING CAMMIE MORGAN WITH HIM, AND HE CHOSE TO MESS AROUND WITH TINA WALTERS?! I SWEAR-"

"Bex, calm down. I don't even know if he meant to… I mean… Tina could've messed with something he ate… and she kinda looks like me from behind."

"That bloody asshole", was all that Bex could say.

"Bex…. Just drop it. It's time for your audition, anyways."

"Fine, but we are finishing this conversation at your house later with two tubs of Mint Chip ice cream."

ZACH POV

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Coach was going to kill me. This was like, my fifth time being late to practice this month.

"Goode! Get your ass over here!"

"Sorry, Coach. Madame Dabney was-"

"What the hell were you doing with Madame Dabney?!"

"Well, I kinda got locked into a drama audition for Romeo and Juliet."

The entire football team burst out laughing, except Grant.

He glared at everyone.

They shut up real quick.

"You better tell me that you didn't audition with Cammie, Goode." Grant said, seething.

"Can't say that, cause then I'd be lying to my best friend."

Grant's eyes narrowed. "I thought I told you to stay away from her."

I shrugged indifferently.

"Grant! Grant! GRANTARY NEWMAN!" Bex shrieked.

Grant's eyes widened. "Oh shit."

Bex came walking up to him, whispering something in his ear.

"Zach. Locker room. NOW."

"What the freakin' hell, man?! I thought I told you not to mess with Cammie, and then you go and cheat on her?!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

" You were making out with Tina? Tina Walters? Seriously? Even if I don't think that you two should be dating, I can tell that she really likes you, Zach. How the hell are you supposed to hurt her like that?"

"I didn't know it was Tina. I honestly thought it was Cammie. No lie."

Grant just raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"Just go away."

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