39. Cancelled Proms (1/2)

hey guys. so, someone asked me where i was going with this story, and i realized that i don't actually know. people keep telling me to keep going with it, but i don't know where else to go… so chapter 40 will be the finale, and then milso will be finished! it's sad now that i think about it, but i can't keep dragging it out. here is chapter 38:

zach's pov

walking down to the principal's office after they had said my name at the assembly had seemed to take its toll on me. i was worried. and mad. i mean, i get that it was just a prank, but i could get seriously disciplined for something i didn't do…. besides, grant deserves it more than anyone.

by the time i got to the main office, students were leaving the auditorium. i could hear a bunch of people headed towards me, so i ducked into the office so they wouldn't see me. i'd rather not have people snicker at me at the moment.

i waited there for a moment as the lady sitting at the sign in desk stared at me, probably wishing that i would go away. "zachary goode?" she croaked, her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard. i shuddered and nodded my head, and was given a smirk.

my

ows furrowed together as the door that i had just come from burst open, and cammie stood in the doorway. "cammie? what are you—" she cut me off mid sentence as she came and stood next to me.

"it wasn't you who did it. grant and i did… so i'm not going to let you take all the blame. i tried to convince grant to come, but he's being a douche," cammie explained, and i couldn't help but let a smile tug at my lips.

she was helping me? i mean, i guess that if she didn't, she would feel bad about it for the rest of her life or something, but i wasn't really expecting anything from her. more from her

other, than anyone. "thank you," i whispered as the principal slunk in through the door, a scowl on her face.

"cameron, go to your class. zachary, follow me to my office," she beckoned, raising an eye