35. Talking With Zach (1/2)

errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrm. hi there. heh. haven't heard from me in a while, have ya? okay, okay, i deserve to be cursed out and yelled at and hit over the head with a curling iron, but i am so sorry to all of you. i have over 500 people reading my story. 5.0.0. it was selfish of me to just out of the blue quit on you guys. i'm so sorry. but i'm here now… and please enjoy. i will try to update every week! and also read my other story on wattpad it's a niall horan fanfic its called "finding his princess" or just look me up my author name is invisibletoyoureyes okay here ya go.

*next day*

cammie's pov

walking into school was a blur. mostly because i was a bit anxious to speak to zach about leaving the house without so much as a goodbye. of course, i knew that his dad wanted him to come home, and i honestly couldn't blame him for needing his son with him, but i was really enjoying zach living with us…

i pushed past people in the hallways, heading to my homeroom class. i watched as the jocks of the school chatted, and not so stealthily checked out the cheerleaders standing a few feet away. i rolled my eyes at the morons, then kept walking.

i stood in the doorway of the classroom, scanning the desks for zach. i saw shelby first, which led to me shooting myself… or at least wanting to. she just smirked at me, and pointed to where zach sat in the middle row.

i turned away from the booby blonde, walking towards zach with a determined look.

i guess he chose the right time to look up.

zach's pov

i had been glancing at the door every ten seconds, waiting for cammie to show up. i knew that i would have to confront her about my decision soon, and i figure that that time is now. around the 284th time i glanced at the door, she appeared.

"here we go," i muttered under my

eath, not moving my lips to be sure that cammie wouldn't hear or think that i said anything.

"oh, looks who's alive and well," cammie said sarcastically, her eye

ows up and eyes narrowed.

this was mad cammie.

i don't like mad cammie…

mad cammie makes me think of bex, which is not a face i would want to wake up to in the morning…

"so you admit you were worried about me?" i smirked at her, choosing to play the game i love most.