Chapter eight

*This chapter is funny*

Chapter 8

Did you know that people could be wrong more than three times in one day? Well I just learned that lesson when Asher pulled away and said, “Cam, I have to tell you something.”

I smile and ask, “What? Is it that important that you had to stop kissing me to tell me? Right now?”

“That’s what seems like the best thing to do.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well I really think you might want to know about this.” His eyes got really wide right then as if saying, please stop and listen, so we can get back to kissing as soon as possible (That was a rough translation, just to let you know).

“Okay go on.” I said with a sad sigh.

“Well you know how nobody knows what my dad does for a living?”

“Yeah?”

“Well remember a few years ago how that kid looked up what my did for a living on Google?”

“Yeah?” I say uncertain to why this is so important.

“He did do that, but that’s not the reason why he and his family moved far away.”

“Then what was Asher?”

“Well…”

“Asher, just tell me! I promise I won’t get mad!”

That apparently gave him the guts to say this really fast, “It was because he really liked you and he kept boasting in the locker room that he was going to kiss you the next week on stage at the school dance after you sang. I told my dad and he knew that I liked you. So he got really mad and then… Yeah” He pulls me on his lap and tries to kiss me. When he feels me not leaning in but leaning away, he opens his eyes.

“What!” I practically scream.

“Please don’t make me say it again.” I just stare at him and get off of his lap. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t get mad!”

“That was before you said… That!” I yell at him. I am so furious right now. Ugh! I can’t even look at him, which is kind of hard when your hands are cuffed together. He spins me around, kind of dips me, and looks me in the eyes.

He says, “Remember earlier when we were talking and you said you thought it was cute when I got mad at Griffin?”

“Yes.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Well that was the same deal, but you know, before.”

“Asher it doesn’t feel like the-“ Asher kisses me. Hard. I stayed in his arms but didn’t do anything.

He stops and says, “Cam, how long are you going to stay mad at me?”

“A month.”

“I think I could change that.”

“Whatever.” I say scoffing.

“Do you really want to find out?’

“N-no.” I reply kind of stuttering.

“Okay.” He crawls to one of the corners so I have to go with him. I try to get as far away from him as possible.

-

Twenty minutes later

-

I. Am. Going. To. Die. Someone turned the air conditioning on in the front seat so now it’s freezing and I’m extremely tired. Somehow Asher is managing to stay warm with his stupid school uniform. The guys have to wear a cuffed jacket and long khaki pants on the other had the girls have to wear a skirt to a person’s fingertip length, which seemed like a good idea about twelve hours ago. I look over at Asher he’s sleeping peacefully.

So that was the only reason why I poked him and asked, “Asher?”

“Yes, my love?” I think he was still sleepy or something, because he acted like he forgot about our fight already.

“May, I…?”

“Come here.” He says trying to hide his amusement, but was so not succeeding. I snuggle up to him, but not in a lovey dovey way, I’m still mad at him, and he puts his jacket over him and me. It smelled really good.

“Good night, my Cammie.” I would have corrected him, but then he started to sing again and I feel asleep before I could say anything else.

I woke up the next day with tingles coming from every spot something very soft touched my face. I giggled and rolled over. The soft thing kept touching my head though, so I decided to open my eyes and check it out for myself.

I hear him mutter, “Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning yourself.”

“Come here.”

I got on his lap and asked, “Asher, what happened last night?” Still sleepy

“Oh nothing important.” When he said that a little to quickly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I stand up then hit my head. I remembered that were still in the trunk.

“Ow!” I say.

“Let me see it.”

“No! I’m still mad at you.”

“It didn’t seem like it a few seconds ago.”

“That was before I remembered what happened.”

“Then it was easy enough to forget?” He asks.

“No! I was still tired and in a happy place.” He frowns at that and brings me to him. He looks at my head and said, “You’ll live.” That made me madder for some reason. I get up and moved away from him, pushing myself into a corner. He comes over and looks me in the eyes.

He says, “I really do love you and it really never was the inteblantition talking. It was me. I’m not saying we need to get married right now, but I do love you. I have messed up and I really would take back what happened if I could.” He seemed sincere.

“I am sincere.”

“What?”

“You said you seem sincere, but I don’t really know.’

“I never said that. I thought it though.”

“I think it’s happening Cam.”

“That’s impossible, Aubrey said at least 24 hours it’s only been, like what? An hour since then?”

“I don’t know what else it could be though.”

“Me neither.”

“Cam.”

“Yeah,” I say still mad at him for getting the ultra senses before me and of course the other thing…

“I really do love you.” I don’t reply. I was thinking to hard. Then another thought occurred to me. Asher can hear my thoughts. He heard everything I just thought and I didn’t want him to.

“Asher!”

He looks at me with a funny face and asks, “That’s what you think about? Everyday?”

“Yeah! What do you think about?”

“Never mind that, but man! That is just gross.”

“I’m sure yours couldn’t be much nicer either.”

“Well I’m a guy. You’re a girl, you have no excuse.”

“Thanks for noticing Asher.” I say rolling my eyes.

“ Well whatever. Do you know what else comes with the mind thing?”

“Well I know they make you senses better. So maybe you’ll be able to see better, hear, smell, taste, and touch better?”

“How can you touch better?”

“I don’t know! You’re the one who asked.” He just laughed and leaned in to kiss me.

“Oh, no you don’t! I’m still mad at you.”

“Did you like him?”

“Like who?”

“You know that kid that my dad kind of exiled.”

“No, but that could have been my first boyfriend.”

“I thought you were glad that I was your first,” he said it with a smile in his eyes. He is not getting off that easy. “I wish you would just forgive me already. I really am sorry. I just want to kiss you so much!”

“Wow. That’s new.”

“What?” He asks

“I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me that much.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh. My. Gosh. It’s happening Asher! I heard what you thought.”

“Oh crap.”

“Shut up!” I shove him playfully.

“Well it’s just…” He kisses me and I’m so happy that I didn’t protest this time. “Thanks, I needed that.’

“You are so weird.”

“I love you too.” We kiss again and again and again…

Chapter seven

Chapter 7

We’ve been in the trunk for about three hours while everyone else was in the front of the limo having a grand old time plotting what they were going to do to us next. In the mean time Asher and I were talking about all the other things that wouldn’t have been comfortable to talk about unless we were in a relationship. Wow I never thought I would say that word especially when it was including Asher and it not implying friendship.

I let out a little whimper and Asher asks, “What’s wrong Cammie?”

“I was just wondering…”

“About?” He asks with true curiosity.

“Why didn’t we get together earlier?”

“Well I would have liked too, but I didn’t think you would. I kept thinking that I would rather have you in my life than not at all, so I kept quiet. Well I was quiet and loving in peace until Griffin came along with that, and I quote, ‘great smile,’ of his, and I knew I had to kick it into high gear.”

“It worked, especially when you picked me up when I was about to throw up. May I say that was quite impressive.”

“Thank you, I try.”

“Oh I can see you do and a little to hard at that.”

“I hope you know…”

“Know…?” I ask.

“Know that it was all for you.” I snuggle more into his chest and I close my eyes. For some reason he starts to sing to me. I never knew he was that good, and in about five minutes I was asleep in the most wonderful place in the earth.

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About an hour later I wake up in a cold sweat. I had a dream that Griffin and his family were all coming after me with chainsaws and axes. I kept hearing a loud noise echoing wherever we were and then I heard “maybe Asher was right, Griffin is an axe murder”. Good thing I woke up then. I turn and see that Asher fixated us onto the floor of the trunk, it was a lot more comfy than it looked. He also got his arms to hug me even more to him, somehow that was possible. I didn’t want to wake him, but apparently it was too late.

He opens one of his eyes slightly and smiles sleepily. He says, “I had the best dream ever.” I wanted to hear what was so amazing about this dream, so I didn’t interrupt. He continues and says, “You finally fell for me and then we kissed and we never pulled away.”

I smile and say, “That wasn’t a dream.” I lean in and we kiss for at least five minutes, but then there was a quick light rap on the trunk door telling us to get ready and stop. When the door opens we see Aubrey standing there with something in her hands.

“Here,” she says, “eat this. Were at a gas station and I knew you guys must be starving.” She hands us two sandwiches, one turkey and provolone, Asher’s favorite, and the other a BLT, my favorite. I didn’t ask her how she knew, all I knew was that I was glad that she did. We finish both of our sandwiches in about 30 seconds.

She smiles devilishly at us and me and Asher ask at the same time, “What?”

“I gave you guys the inteblantition! Now you guys can know if they’re going to do anything bad to you and then you can defend yourselves!”

For the second time in a row Asher and I ask, “WHAT!” but with more anger than curiosity.

“Oh trust me they won’t know what happened.”

“Still! What made you think we would be okay with this?” Asher asks.

“I was just trying to be helpful. I’m sorry.”

She looked like she was on the verge of tears so I say, “No, no, no, it’s okay. Asher was just a little surprised, right Asher.

“Uh.. Yeah… sorry about that.”

“I can still hear your guys’ thoughts so you can stop now.”

“No, Its ok.” Asher said, “I would like to know if I was about to die or not.”

I chime in saying, “Yeah me too.”

“Okay that makes me feel better,” she said this with rolling her eyes I smile.

“Well you guys might experience, nausea, drowsiness, extreme hormone emphases, and you won’t hear the voices for about another 24 hour time period.” She rattles the symptoms off as if she were a doctor.

I ask, “Wait what does the second to last one mean?”

“Good question. It means that when you usually feel an emotion while doing something, it would be about ten times stronger than normal and might make you want to tell the truth, but that only happens to an unlikely 25%.” I look at Asher and blush. He laughs when he sees that.

“Okay so when does this thing kick in?” Asher asks

“In about ten seconds. Oh! There coming! Be sure to keep most of your thoughts to yourselves!”

“Bye!” We yell.

“Well that was interesting.” Asher says.

“Yeah well, it will be worth it, I think.”

“Yeah, me too.” Right then I got a surge of what felt like thoughts and emotions go into my brain and it felt like my veins were getting infested with them too.

“Asher do you feel that too?”

“Yeah.”

I laugh and say, “I’m kind of scared.”

He hugs me and says, “Me too. Me too.” Just then I wanted to scream “I love you Asher!” at the tops of lungs. I wanted the whole world to know. By the look on his face I think I just said that out loud.

“I love you too, Cam, I have wanted to say it for a long time. Marry me!” Asher looks at me and asks, “Did I just say that out loud?”

“Kind of…”

“What does that mean?”

“You said it, but you didn’t mean it. The inteblantition is talking for you.”

“I don’t know about that.’

“Asher.”

“Yes.”

“You know we can’t actually get married right?”

“I know,” He said with a sigh of sadness. I kiss him on the cheek and then he kisses me on the cheek. I kiss him on the other and he copies my movements but on me. Finally we kiss each other on the face until there’s nowhere else left to kiss but his lips. It was more passionately this time and now nothing was interrupting us.

Chapter Six

*Now this chapter is my favorite*

Chapter 6

“…13.”

As soon as she said that word Chase popped in and said, “Great Job everyone. Let’s get this school back to normal. We have 35 minutes!”

“Come on guys! Put your hands in!” Brady said. Everyone starts to groan or roll their eyes. They put their hands in anyway and chanted, “Team who? Team what? Team Rainbow! Go! GO! GO!” Wow! This family has issues! I felt a little sorry for Brady, though. He seemed like a regular middle child, they were loved, just not much as everyone else; or was that only in fairytales? Well, either way I knew this wasn’t a fairytale or a daydream. It was more like a new nightmare that will keep coming until I faced the real problem that was bugging me. Maybe that’s it! This could just be all a dream! I start to think of things that could have bugged me for the past few days, weeks, years anything to get me out of this mess.

“Cam there’s a lot more you’ll have to go through until you’re out of this mess,” Griffin said with true pity dripping his voice, but not the good kind of pity, like aw I want to go help her. No, more like aw there’s a homeless person on the side of the road, they must have done something really stupid to have ended up in that situation. When I thought about it I realized I really did do something stupid. I mean look at me! I fell for I guy I just met. I brought all of this on myself.

I was very surprised to hear a girl’s voice next to me when I came back from my thoughts. She just looked at me, smiled, and said, “You know I’ve always wanted a big sister.”

“Well I’ve always wanted a little sister, but I don’t see that happening.” She frowned when I said this.

“That’s what the last girl sa-“She stopped herself short, like she already said too much. Whatever, she can think what she wants to think.

“Oh I do think what I want and what you think and what Asher thinks. It get’s annoying to hear all of these voices in you’re head and not even wanting them to be there!” She sounded like she was about to have a mental breakdown. I wanted to give her a hug, but when I tried to move I remembered the fact that I was still tied in very thick rope.

“Oh, that’s not rope and thank you. That means a lot. I don’t get to many hugs.” That’s when the realization hit. This girl was thirteen and she’s working for a… I don’t even know what.

“Were backbiters,” She saw the confused look on my face and said, “A.KA. Assassins, if you want to get technical,” She said it like she says it everyday.

“Okay then. Um… so,” I had to remember what she said her name was. “Aubrey do you think you could help me escape?”

“Funny that’s what everyone asks. I don’t know why, though. I’m not much help and if I did help you then we wouldn’t get to ask you questions. I love 20 questions it’s my favorite game,” She said with a smile. Maybe she really did need a big sister and apparently I’m the only one her who can do so.

“Hey, Aubrey, if you won’t help me escape, then I guess we’ll have to hang out with each other a lot, and I would love to get to know you.”

“What are you saying?” She asked with big hopeful eyes.

“What I’m saying is… I’ll be your big sister.” She started to break out in dance and I would have joined her, but I’m still tied up.

“They’ll untie you soon don’t worry,” She looked down at her watch and said, “Oh! We only have 15 minutes left. I have to go!”

“Okay Aubrey, go do your thing. Whatever that is!” I say. I mean why not give the kid a pep talk?

As she walked away Asher turns so we can look each other in the eyes and he says, “Cam whatever happens to us I just want you to know that I…-“I cut him off with a kiss. I know, I know I said I didn’t like him that way, but I just wanted to see what it felt like… and it was… well…

I open my eyes and see Asher staring at me with a smile on his face and I couldn’t help but smile back. If you haven’t guessed that was my first kiss. I mean I never had a boyfriend before. That’s probably why I fell head first for Griffin, but now I don’t have to worry. Asher leans in again and I go with it. He puts his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck and we just stand there. It felt like we were the only ones there and that this horrible day never started either that or is now ending. That’s when we hear someone groan and cough. I look over to see Luke standing there.

He says, “Asher will you stop screaming your thoughts it’s making everyone nauseous. You to Cammie,” I blush then he walks away. We stop kissing and look at each other. It felt okay to ask him a question so I did.

I asked,”So was that your first kiss?”

He says, “Yeah… you?”

“Yes, uh yeah it was.” I say, “Can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot,” He said with a smile on his face.

“Well it’s really two, but anyways. Uh this one is a little odd, but you’ll have to deal with it. Was it good?”

He answered with a scoff and leaned in to kiss me again, but instead he kisses my forehead, which still felt good and he says, “Yes,” and then backs away to look me in the eyes. “What’s the second one?”

“Well this one is more awkward than the other, but since you answered the other one fine I think you can handle this.”

He just laughs. So I asked, “What were you, uh, thinking about?” I looked up to see a very playful look on his face.

He answers me with this, “I was thinking about how long I have waited for that moment… and some other stuff,” he said that with a cocky smile on his face, which made me blush two times more than I had when Luke came over.

“Now it’s your turn. What were you thinking about?”

“I’m glad it was you and not Griffin.” I said this without blinking.

“I heard that!” Came a shout from somewhere across the room.

“Well it’s true! You got your wish you won’t be doing anything like that to me anytime soon or at all. So back atcha!” I turn back to Asher, just in time to see him glaring in Griffin’s direction.

When he sees that I was looking at him through the corners of his eyes he turns to me and asks, “What?”

“Oh, nothing…”

‘You are a horrible liar. You know that right?” I just punch him in the arm lightly because we were still in the rope thing that turned out not to be rope. I start to look around and see that everything is starting to go back to normal, well as normal as getting kidnapped could be. Everyone was still in their seats and out principal was standing up front as if he was giving a big lecture about how marvelous this school was and a bunch of other useless information, because why would parents be sending their kids here if they didn’t already know this?

Chase yells from somewhere behind the bleachers, “Hey someone untie them from themselves and then cuff their hands together!” So Jasmine and Henry come over and untied us then tied us again, oh joy, but in a way it was a joy, I mean I got to hang out with my best friend or whatever we were now. They walk us out of the building and to a limousine with, which seemed like a little too tinted windows. Asher and I were put into a big enough trunk that we could sit up and by an inch not bump heads; I guess that was their way of being gracious. We get kind of thrown in there and after a few minutes of situating ourselves were both sitting up straight. Asher fixed himself on the left side of the trunk, so I guess that means I was over there too. He pulls me over to him so I could lean on his chest. It was a lot softer than I thought it would be. I mean he told me that he works out an hour everyday. Now that I thought of it I think he was trying to impress me. That made me laugh a little.

Asher looks me in the eyes, which was kind of hard because the trunk was dark, besides the light coming from the security camera, and he asks, “What’s so funny?”

“You,” I say in response.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” that made him chuckle. Which made me think; maybe this isn’t the worst in the world…

Chapter five

*This is my favorite chapter so far*

Chapter 5

I heard Asher mutter the words, "What the crap?" But I was the only one who heard it, but a person can be wrong more than once in a day.

That's when Griffin chuckles and says, "What the crap indeed, Asher. Oh Cameron wipe that look off your face. I certainly am surprised that you didn't see this coming. I mean you were the daughter of the most intelligent man ever. I thought that would have rubbed off on his one daughter, but as you thought yourself a person can be wrong more than once in a day."

"Excuse me!" I said completely shocked. How could my dad be the smartest man that is alive? I mean was. He worked as a journalist for Heavens sake! And how could Griffin know what I just thought?

"Oh Cammie how have you not guessed this already? Or are you as gullible as they say? I guess so. That's why you fell for me like a meteor from outer space. And they’re called an inteblantition. Your dad invented them. That’s why when people have something wrong with they're brain they implant these and then you get really high-tech senses, such as reading a person's mind." He walked over to me and looked me intently in the eyes. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me. So I got ready to knee him where it hurt.

"Trust me I won't be doing that with you, ever." To think I fell for this guy in less than two minutes of meeting him. I am stupid. Wow, what have I become? Really, what have I become? I hate this! I wish I never met this guy! Ugh! I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, and I hate my life... I kept chanting it in my head. Maybe if I said it enough times I could be like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and click my heels and go back to the beginning of the day.

I say, "Oh, so you have something wrong with your brain."

"I did," Griffin says, "and if you want this to go easy for you. You might want to cut back on the sass."

I was so lost in thought that I didn't see the man in a suit and a jacket with golden hair, walking towards us and clapping his hands together, as if he just witnessed the best play in the world. He seemed elegant yet stern, nonchalant yet very serious, and every other detail that you could describe him as... besides, “Oh hey dad.”

"Hello my son. Good job! Now that is why you're my favorite!" Then he turned and looked at me with the most daring eyes in the world. He says, "So this must be the famous Cammie Munroe. I have heard so much about you, and from so many different people all around the world." He was appraising me for what I did. Whatever that was. I felt really dirty right then, like I needed to take 100 showers until I was even close to being clean again.

"Oh don't feel like that Cammaroni!" He said with true pleasure in his voice, "May I call you that? Oh no time to answer because of course I can. I just did!" He grinned like Griffin, his son, did when he got what he wanted. I may not have known Griffin too long, but I can tell when someone is overly joyed about something that they wanted for oh so very long. Apparently that's what this creep wanted to have. It was like seeing a kid on Christmas when they got the best gift ever, but in a few years looked back on it and thought it was stupid.

After that thought I summoned enough courage to say this, "Of course sir, you may call me that, because I love it when people I just met think they know everything about me. By the way my dad stopped calling me that when I was three. You need to update your sources," Whatever those were. All I knew was that I didn’t like where he was getting this “information”. Why does my life have to be so complicated?

The man turns to his left and says, “Now, now Asher let’s not do anything hasty!” I turn to see Asher getting a pocket knife out to cut the rope, but of course they can read minds and a bunch of other impossible tasks. Griffin’s dad took the “weapon” away and put it in his red jacket that seemed to reach the floor.

I just thought of something. I don’t even know his name. All I know is that he was Griffin’s dad and that he worked for Bill Gates and was into computers. For all I know that could have been a lie just like everything I learned about Griffin and the demented family he belonged to.

“You don’t need to know that, but since you’ll be forced to live with me for a while. We might as well get to know each other on a first-name basis,” he starts to say. “It seems only fair for you to meet the whole crew first, though.” Once again I was so caught up in thought I didn’t see about 5 more people walk towards us. They’re all dressed up in coats much like Griffin’s dad, except each of them was a different color, the colors of the rainbow. They all walked in formation, it was really creepy. All the colors in order, except the second to last one. Wait no the indigo jacket was in the person in the blue jacket. Did I mention that they were all wearing ski masks? So you couldn’t tell for the life of you if the person under the jacket was a girl or a boy, but it doesn’t matter because apparently I’ll find out soon enough.

“Well let’s say name, how you’re related to Griffin, you’re age, and in color order,” Griffin’s dad says. “Well I am Chase, I am (if you have not guessed already, which I believe may be possible) Griffin’s father, and I am 46. Next!”

“My name is,” said a person with an orange coat. As they took of their ski mask they turned out to be a girl with the same hair just as Griffin’s, “Allison, I’m related to Griffin by being his mother, and I am 45 years old.”

The next person taking of their ski cap said, “Hello my name is Henry. I am 42 years old and related to Griffin by being his uncle.” He had a yellow jacket on, black hair, and green eyes.

“My name is Luke,” a man said with a green jacket on. “I’m 20 years old and I’m Griffin’s brother.” He had blond hair and gray eyes that if they could kill someone that’s what they would be doing.

“Hey, my name is Brady, I’m 18, and I’m Griffin’s brother,” Said a guy hair like his fathers, bright blue eyes like Griffin, and eh was wearing a blue jacket.

Griffin walks forward, grabs his I guess indigo coat, and says, “You already know me.”

I mutter the words unfortunately and everyone just glares at me. I mean can you blame?! I'm kidnapped! The nerve of these people.

The last person started to take off their ski mask. When they did I was stunned to see a girl standing there with almost black eyes, she had gold hair like her dad and brother, she was about 5'4 and obviously still growing. She says, “Hey, I’m Aubrey. I’m Griffin’s sister and I’m…”

Chapter four

*So is this one :)*

Chapter 4

As we walked to the gymnasium I noticed everything was really quiet. I mean, yes, classes were going on, but usually about 15- 20 people are out of them wandering around, gossiping, or coming out of the bathrooms. Instead of all of those things, the whole hallway was empty except Griffin, Asher, and me. I kept thinking weird, maybe an assembly is going on or something. In about five seconds I got my answer. It was in neither of those categories. It was how do I put this? What happened was that the people that killed my father had somehow gotten into the building of some of the most protected walls in America. After all, this is a school for the rich (and smart, but that's not why it’s decked out with security cameras).

When we get the gym everyone is laying motionless starring at a screen. All three of us huddle together and start to walk where all 600 students were sitting (Asher in the front, me behind him, and Griffin taking up the rear). As we walk to the first person, I think that was name Elizabeth a girl in the ninth grade, all of us at once see that she wasn't starring at the screen on the wall she had her eyes closed. The next thing we see are that her hands are bound to her seat and that her head and body are made to stay up by some concoction that climbed up the back of her spine. As we continue to walk in formation we see that everyone else is in the exact same circumstances.That’s when I saw my step dad. He seemed the same as everyone else, but he kept moaning like he was in a great deal of pain. Wow this is really weird.

I couldn't help but think that maybe this was some weird and deranged new psychology study that had to be tested on the most eligible kids in America and their parents, but I knew better. Oh god why is this happening? I asked Him without even thinking about double thinking that. See ever since God let him... it still pains me to say just give me a second... my father, die I haven't spoken to Him. By golly! I will not start now! Where was He when that happened? Where was He when my mom got married to a man she barely new? No not going there today. That’s when I saw the black spots daring me to fall to the ground. There’s too much on your plate, Cam, I said to myself. Just breathe in slow calming breathes.

When I finally calmed down something made a swooshing sound to my right. Then to my left, but in a flash I see someone come up behind Asher, Griffin, and me. In about less than six seconds were all tied together or so I thought. Asher gasps and I just stand frozen like I did just a few hours ago when I first laid eyes on those sparkling blue eyes.

*OHHH left you hanging! Bet you didn't see that one coming!*

Chapter Three

*lalala... Sorry it's a short one*

Chapter 3

When the nurse came in and asked, “Bad breakfast,” She made it sound more like a statement than a question. As if it happened every day, which I'm sure it did. When I stopped puking up everything I had in my stomach, the nurse came over and told me to sit on a cot and to just relax. She came over checked my temperature and asked me if I had felt bad at all during the day.

So when I said, “No, Ma'm." She looked like she didn't believe me, but how could she tell on me if I give her nothing to tell on?

"Okay. I think you're fine, you can stay at school, but take it easy."

"I promise, I won't be taking it hard," I said scoffing.

"Tell Mrs. Lane that you have to take it easy in gym today, special orders from the nurse. Oh! And no sports!"

"Thank you, Miss Copper."

"You're welcome, dear. Take it slow!"

Then I walk out the door greeted by both Asher and Griffin both asking the same question, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine let's go to gym shall we?"

"Okay, let's go, but if you-,"Asher didn't even get to finish his sentence before I cut in.

"I'm fine. Let's just move on, okay? Please?," When I only got unsure glances I say, "If you guys don't agree with me, Asher, I will make you both watch Degrassi with me for the rest of the year."

When I said that, I heard a lot of, "What ever you want, Cam!" and "You do look a lot better."

"That's what I thought."

Chapter two

*you may be thinking how is she posting so fast? The reason is because I have already written the first five chapters!*

Chapter Two

"This is the Grand Hallway of the Congleant Academy," I tell Griffin as we walk through the school. Right now I'm missing Physics II. We had a big test today and I forgot to study for it so this tour guide thing is serving more than one purpose.

"Well it sure is grand. For more than one reason that is," Griffin said looking down directly at me smiling with that nice smile of his. His hand brushes against mine. Not once, but twice. So when the third time came along I grabbed his hand and our fingers intertwined. We don't say anything else that's really important. We just smile at each other. So when the third bell for the day rings, we both jump. It felt like everyone and their mother came out of those classrooms. Literally.

"Is today bring your parent to school day or something?" asked Griffin. I totally forgot about Career day!

"Um something like that. Today is career day which reminds me, my stepdad will be here soon! What's your schedule?

"Spanish II, Physics II, AP Language, Lunch, Gym, Money Management, and World History." He said.

"Okay we almost have the same schedule. I did Money Management last semester."

"So off to Language?" He asks.

In my best tour guide voice I say, "Right this way, please."

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"Class turn to page 233 in your literature text books," said Ms. Campobello. No body really knows if she's married or not. She doesn't wear a ring, but she always talks about this mystery man. She claims they have been together for a really long time, though she never says anything else about the subject. Most think she's married, but that she doesn't want to show a public display of affection. She's one of those teachers that scold you for kissing your boyfriend on school grounds. Man, she needs a life.

Griffin picked a seat right behind me, so if he had a question or something he could ask me about it without being noticed. Asher and I have the exact same schedule and I always sit behind him no matter what. No one knows what Asher's parents do, but no body will even try to mess with him. Some say that his dad is so rich that they have eyes on him all over the city. You may be wondering why don't you look him up on Google? Well, the last person who looked up his parents moved away from NYC the next week. That is NOT an exaggeration. I mean he won't even tell me what the H.H. stands for. I guess everyday to see how much closer I am to finding out his "big" secret. So far, every day I guess only it seems like the answer is even farther than the last day. Though I vowed I would never give up, I don't know so much about that now.

When something falls on my lap, I come back into focus. It's a note from........... Griffin! It said:

Hey this stuff is pretty complicated. Do you think you could tutor me?

-Gruff

My heart starts to pound, just the thought of Griffin and me together. Studying. Alone. Together. For like at least an hour! At first I couldn't think of something besides, why don't we just get married now? Or other crazy things. So that's why I thought this was suitable:

Sure. When and where?

-C

When I pass the note our fingers brush. In that brief second, my whole body feels like it just got electrocuted. I got goose bumps all over my arms. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and the tips of my fingers still tingled after we touched. The next minute the note was passed once again. This time it said:

How about at the library? After school?

-Griff

I was so excited that I didn't even see Ms. Campobello standing over me, with that scolding frown on her face. She says, "Miss Munroe, I do not allow note passing in my class. So if you don't mind I would like to take that from you." Since we didn't say anything inappropriate I give her the note with a reassuring smile. When she read the note out loud all eyes weren't on the speaker; they were on Griffin and me. Isn't it always nice for there to be someone else to help take the blame with you? I turn around to look at Griffin and he's just sitting there with a cocky smile on his face. When he sees that I'm there looking at him he raises an eyebrow and just starts to beam. I thought if he's so confident that we won't get in trouble then I will be too. So when his cockiness rubs off on me, I start to notice that everyone has stopped looking at us and now have their attention on the teacher. Ms. Campobello had a scowl on her face so deep; it looked like it could be permanent. Obviously she was angry to know that we were just making a study date. Not anything juicy to her satisfaction, apparently. When the fourth bell rang, it seemed like everyone was happy to get out of there.

As I walk out, Asher, not once but TWICE in one day grabs me by the elbow and says, "Why do you keep wanting to hang out with this guy? You don't even know him!"

That makes me stop. Is he really mad at me for messing up our routine or is it something more? So that was why I said, "Asher, I'm a big girl. I know how to take care of myself."

"I know who you are; I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?" He said after some hesitation. I just can't get the feeling that it's something more than that, but after that he storms off into to the cafeteria before I got to ask what’s really bothering him.

After Asher ran away Griffin came up behind me and said, "You never confirmed our date, you know."

So I say with a nice little smile, "Of course, Griffin, I would love to do that. Hey do you know why Asher is acting so weird lately? It's like ever since you got here he's been acting really strange."

"Well do you really want to know?"

"Of course I do!" I say, because I hate it when people are mad at me. I like to get to the bottom of it so we can straighten things out. "Asher is my best friend. He's been so ever since we were eight."

"Well, I think, he wants to be more than friends, Cam."

"Oh, well, that’s impossible. He would never like me in that way. I mean we used to have little sleepovers and play dates. I mean they weren't like real sleepovers. We would just get in our pajamas and watch a movie on the floor. It was totally harmless, I swear!"

"I believe you, I do. I just don't think he likes it that someone else has come and has shown interest in his 'girl’,” When Griffin said 'girl' I stopped in mid track, seriously, one foot in the air. I mean why would Asher like me that way? I have never given him signals, ever! I haven't even thought of him in that way. I have never pictured us together forever, like I have Griffin. I felt sick.

Really irritated now I say,” Come on let's go to lunch." I start to walk off and Griffin is right by my side the whole time. When we walk into the cafeteria I hear Griffin swallow hard and I look over fast enough to see his mouth open wide, but as quick as it was there it was gone. I mean I can understand why. The cafeteria is more like a ball room. There are chandeliers hanging over every table (and there are like 50 tables), all of them on. There isn't any lunch line. What happens is you find the table you want, sit down, and people come to serve you. Every day there are hundreds of options to have. At this school there is no "pizza day" or "meatloaf Monday" or anything like that. No at my school you may only have what billionaires feed their children, which apparently consists of steak, ribs, vegetarian steak, and fruit and vegetables freshly picked from the school's "garden" just a few hours away. When I say garden, I mean plantation that stretches for many acres. When you're in fourth and fifth grade, the school takes those classes to the plantation for a field trip.

"This is the cafeteria?" Griffin asked.

"Yeah, big huh?" I say in response. I was to busy trying to look for Asher, to see if he was okay. If he was, I would go and take him to talk in private. I just had to ask him myself. When I saw him I made a beeline for it. Griffin left eating my dust realizes I left and came running after me.

"Hey, Asher," I say. "Um are you okay, because it didn't really look like it back there in the, um, hallway."

"Why don't you ask your new boyfriend?," He said starting to stand.

"Well first of all, he is not my boyfriend and second I think I deserve an explanation for your weird behavior today."

"Oh you want an explanation for my behavior? Cammie, what about you? Ever since you've laid eyes on him you've been acting like a love sick puppy."

When he said that, I started to feel worse than I had before when Griffin called me Asher's 'girl'. So when I say,"I think I'm gonna be sick." Asher says, "Stop the act Cammie."

"Asher, I don't think she's lying, man." Griffin said.

"How would you know, huh? You've only known Cammie for nine years. Oh wait! That's me!"

"Asher, I'm not kidding. Will you guys take me to the nurse, please?" I say practically on the verge of tears, for more than one reason too.

Griffin says," Sure, Cam, let's go." When he turns around to scowl at Asher, I think that's when it clicked that I was so not kidding and that I was about to throw up on my new Uugs I got for my birthday. So Asher ran off after us, picked me up, and carried me to the nurse’s office, which was conveniently just across the hall. I got there just in time over the trash can to barf up my double shot soy latte and blueberry muffin. Griffin and Asher were there the whole time to keep my hair back and to talk to me in a soothing voice. Well, mostly Asher pulled my hair back and Griffin gave me encouraging words. I guess you could call it a team effort.

Chapter one

*Ok here's my book, I don't care if you like it or not, just as long as you're reading it ;)*

Chapter One

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was really nine years ago. It was a cold and snowy Christmas. All the hustle and bustle of a big city like Chicago can be kind of a scary thing, but never to me. I loved that city like I love my own mother, but things always change sooner or later. I still don't know which one I like better. Sooner or later? Though it doesn't matter, because that day God picked sooner. So when sooner came, I didn't like it. And that is why Christmas is my least favorite day of the year. Some say Christmas is supposed to be filled with joy, presents, and love, but that day I got anything but those three things. I got the death of my father, or should I say murder?

Some said they were sorry for me, some said that they gave me my condolences, and some said nothing to me at all. Ever again, but it wasn't their fault. Nope not there's at all, it was no ones fault, but my mothers. Because the next month we were packed and moved to the next biggest city in America.

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I love the fresh smell of coffee in the morning. Especially when the coffee is made by the coffee shop I live three doors down from in a town I like to call "The Big Apple". Even though I'm only sixteen and I am living in New York City, my mom still trusts me to walk three doors down, go into the shop, wait until my best friend gets off work, and then walk with him to our exclusive boarding school that either only the richest or smartest kids in the area get to go to. So when I walk through the doors to my favorite breakfast place of all time, I'm extremely surprised to see a god to be cleaning one of the tables. I mean he seriously looks like a god. He has dark-brown wavy-ish hair, dazzling blue eyes that would make someone in Jersey stop and stare, AND he shows a hint of perfectly straight, white teeth that probably make your dentist's teeth look like they grew up without any loving parents that wouldn't pay for dental care. I hesitate at the door and just stand and stare at him, my mouth gaping open, and my body totally frozen by the sight him. So when he turns around to look at me apparently the feeling is mutual. We both just stand there looking at each other like complete idiots. So when my best friend in the whole world, who looks a lot like Munro Chambers (and also works at the shop and lets me get some free coffee once in a while [don't tell ANYONE though!]) says, "So Griffin have you met Cammie yet?"

And this is when Griffin says, "No, I don't think we've been properly introduced."

I start to stumble and make noises that sound more like Gibberish instead of the English I have known how to speak since I was one. Asher saves me by saying, "Cam this is Griffin, Griffin this is Cam."

And finally the "words" that I so cleverly thought of a few second ago start to pour out. "Hi, Griffin, um… Did you just move here? When did you start to work here? How come I haven't seen you around here at all? OH! I love the necklace you're wearing. I love the whole surfer dude kind of style. It's quite cute despite what other people say." And I hate to say it, but I just keep rambling on and on about basically nothing and finally I think of the best question so far.

I walk over to the counter where Asher is manning the cash register. Griffin is well out of earshot so I feel comfortably saying, "Why in the world did you not tell me a TOTAL hottie is going to be working here? How could you be such a jerk?"

"Well I don't see the appeal. I certainly don't think he looks 'hot'."

"Of course YOU don't Asher, but trust me if you were a girl you would have been as speechless as I was when I saw him."

"Oh about that, the whole gaping mouth look on you doesn't look too good. Just to let you know."

So just when I'm about to come up with the best comeback in the world, someone says behind me, “Not that I was eavesdropping or anything, but I thought she looked perfectly fine when she walked through those doors."

And when I think this guy couldn't get hotter, he just DID! I'm thinking how in the world is that possible? I mean he just complimented me when I looked HORRIBLE and he's defending me! I just can't help but think we're going to be together forever! I hear a loud CRASH! from right in front of me. The cash register fell off the counter and is now laying just millimeters from my feet. So when I look up I'm not at all surprised to see it's Asher's turn to have the gaping mouth. Instead of bursting out into laughter, which might result in snorting in front of the hottest guy on the planet, I just get a smug little smile, but on the inside I'm beaming. I mean two points for Griffin! He complimented me twice (I don't care what you say but I'm counting when he openly stared at me like I did to him and when he just complimented me.) AND what he made Asher just do. I just wanted to scream I love you! So when Griffin says,” So Cammie may I accompany you and Asher here to school this morning?"

I scream,"YES!" But we also hear someone else scream, "NO!" Guess who it was. The one and only H.H. Asher the Sixth, I mean I can understand that Asher wouldn't want to mess up our routine, but this could be my future soul mate! He can make the sacrifice!

So when I say, “Oh, Griffin, don't mind him. Of course you can come with us! So are you going to our school now? What group are you? I'm in the rich group. So is Asher." OK so you may be thinking how can she be in that group if her father is dead? Or maybe is her mom that successful? The answer to the second question is HECK NO! My mother doesn't work at all. I mean she doesn't even cook or clean. She says that's what the maids and the butlers are for. So if you haven't guessed she is a stay at home mom. The answer to the first question is: My dad is dead, yes, but my mom, once we moved to New York, met this really rich guy who like invented the first working robot or something. And ever since then they have been inseparable.

"Oh really?" Griffin said. "I guess I'm in that group. My dad was the guy who invented the first Microsoft Company."

"OMIGOSH! Your dad is Bill gates?!?!?"

"Oh no, I wish though." Griffin said with one of those smiles that could melt just about any person’s heart. "My dad was one of the guys who HELPED make Microsoft. Billy paid them over a hundred dollars an hour. So when you work over a hundred hours a week, things start to add up."

And before I could say anything else to Griffin, Asher comes up, grabs my elbow, and starts to pull me away. I'm thinking this better be good. Asher says, "Cam, we cannot walk this guy to school. We know nothing about him."

I say, “Well actually we know several things."

"Like what?"

"For starters he has a great smile, he works out, he looks good in that uniform, and his dad works for one of the richest guys in the world !"

"But that’s not enough," says Asher. "We don't really know that much, he could be some axe murder or something!"

"Okay for starters I highly doubt he's an axe murder and second, why would this place higher someone without checking their background first?" I ask. "They checked yours!"

"Well that's different. He said that his dad is really smart and into computers. He could have altered his records or something."

Before I can say anything Griffin comes up behind me, puts his warm hands on my shoulders and talks right next my ear and says, "Hey, you guys ready for school?"

"Oh, yeah! I'll be your guide for the day!" He gives me a wicked smile as if to say I love that idea! which is fine because I loved that idea too.