Chapter 8: This is my house too. If you don't like it, you can always leave.

I hated surprises. You know why? Because they are something I don't know. My brother used to make me some-ahem-pretty surprises and since my twelfth birthday I have hated them.

But the surprise I found when I got back home from Jennifer's wasn't a birthday present. It was far from it. It was happening in my sweet, innocent white couch. Cameron and the queen beach were kissing. Did I just say kissing? I meant making out, shirtless or topless, I don't know how to call it, but it was disgusting. "What are you doing here?" I yelled and crossed my arms, standing firmly in front of them.

They stopped and parted from each other. Finally. Their lips were swollen from kissing abd Alexis had some hickeys on her neck. Ew. "Cinderella!" Cameron yelled surprised. Alexis covered herself but the bad boy didn't bother. Not that I minded though. What in the underworld McKanzie?!

"You," I pointed at the half-naked slut on my couch. "Out of here." I raised my voice to the point it could be deafening. Oh well, no PDA on my house, slut! "And you," I pointed at a smirking Cameron. Seriously, could he stay a minute without smirking? "mister, have some explaining to do." I lowered my voice for the sake of neighbours. Do not anger me if you don't want to be deaf! Alexis wore her tank top and grabbed her things. Then she kissed Cameron, twice. I was at my breaking point. If she didn't leave my house in the ten seconds, I was going to cut her head and use it as a football. "Bye babe!" she purred, swaying her hips and giving me a winning smirk. Huh?

When the front door closed, I exploded. "You freaking rotten egg! How could you do that on my couch?" I yelled and hit his six pack chest.

"Calm down tiger!" he laughed. How could he laugh after that, after what he did in my house?

"I don't want to see her or any other girl here. Go find another place to make out with the school sluts." I tried to calm down a little.

"And I want you not to bring any guys here." he shot back. What the freaking apples was he talking about? I had not brought boys here. At least not to make out with them in the living room.

"What are you talking about Cameron?" I asked. He really was stupid.

"You know Cinderella." he stated and grabbed his t-shirt. "This is my house too. If you don't like it, you can always leave." he said and stormed out of the house. Did he kick me out of my own house or I heard it wrong?

I huffed and climbed upstairs in my room. He did not say that, did he? That hurt more than seeing him making out with Alexis. He practically kicked me out of my sister's house. I was supposed to like him and I did. I liked him so much. Darn it! Why did he have to show up in my life and make me crush on him? I needed to talk to someone, who was not Clara or Jennifer. There was someone who I could tell what I felt because he didn't know who I am. I layed on my back in the bed and unlocked my phone. Opening the Messenger, I searched Charming Ron. He could help me.

Me: hey there charming!

I wrote and then sent the message, waiting for his answer. That didn't come.

Me: are you there???

Me: come on!!!

Me: really???

Me: fine, I wont talk 2 u anymore :/

Me: I hate u, just sayin

Me: your mean

Me: I know you're here

Me: ......... :'( :'( :'(

Fine Charming Ron! Ughhhh. What was wrong with these people?

***

"Hi Kizzy-Bear!" Arden startled me. I was at my locker, getting my books when this retard came. He had replaced Cameron on making my life miserable. Speaking of him, it had been a week since we argued and he hadn't talked to me since. Not one word. I didn't get it though. Instead of me being mad at him for breaking my heart by kissing that fake nailed brunette, he was mad at me. And for what? God knew.

"You guys are weird." I blurted out. I'm really going crazy.

"What are you talking about? You sure you're alright McKanzie?" Arden put a hand on my forehead, pretending to check on my temperature.

"Back off Arden. I'm not in the mood!" I hissed and headed to my history class, which I shared with Cameron. The only class I didn't share with him was P.E.S. Fortunately, Jennifer was in that class and Arden wasn't.

"Fine, but I'm waiting for you after scool. I have a surprise." he whispered in my ear the last part, making me shiver.

"You know how I feel about surprises." I stated, rolling my eyes.

"You are going to love this one. I promise." he winked and walked away. Yeah right, in your dreams Arden!

The last bell rang and I ran towards history class. I loved history to be honest. If I would have to choose my favourite subject, it would be history. I like to know about the past and how the human kind was before, because now, oh well, the human kind is out of control. Fortunately for me, the teacher hadn't come yet. I don't know why, but that teacher hated my guts. I mean, I was the only student in this class who answered every question she made perfectly and she had a weird intention to make my life miserable. Imagine, I got a B because I missed one year in a question she made. Yeah, terrible mistake. I'm not a computer for god's sake!

Jennifer was in her usual seat, in the first row. I took a seat next to her. "Sup gurly!" she greeted cheerfully. I tried, the key word being tried, to smile, but I couldn't. I was mad, very mad. "What happ-"

"Goodmorning students." Mrs. Greeman yelled, cutting Jennifer off. She went to her desk and sat in there. She was wearing her usual cream jacket and skirt, her horrible glassses, trust me, they were more horrible than mine and her hair was in a perfect bun. "We will make a project about the world wars. I will give you instructions and pair you in couples. Since the number of boys and girst is even, every couple will have a boy and a girl. I want the project ready on Monday." she said and I started at her. Monday? But it was already Thursday! Three days? Was she serious or what?

I raised my hand. "Three days aren't enough for us to prepare the project." I said as politely as I could.

"Ms. Garfield, three days are more than enough!" she fake-smiled. "And if anyone of you doesn't bring the project in time, will fail this subject. Are we clear?" she asked as the class nodded. I hate that teacher. "Now the pairs." She started to pair the students in couples. I blocked her out. It didn't matter who my partner was, I was going to make that project by myselft anyway. "McKanzie Garfield and Cameron Court." I heard that woman say and widened my eyes. Did that teacher hate me so much?

"No." me and Cameron yelled at the same time. Good to know the feeling was mutual.

"Excuse me?" the teacher yelled back in her high pitched voice.

"I said no." we both talked at the same time. This was getting weird. "I will not-" we stopped mid-sentence since we started again to talk at the same time.

"Or make that project together or fail at my subject. Your choice!" she finished our discussion and started pairing the others. I will make that project by myself and hand it to that woman and then say I did it with him. I didn't need help.

"McKanzie!" Jennifer tapped on my shoulder. I glared at her.

"Sorry!" I apologized for glaring at her. I was tired of him. He didn't talk to me and I missed his games. Okay, he was annoying most of the time, but I liked him for pete's sake. And he didn't want to spend time with me.

"What happened?" she asked worried.

"I like Cameron. That happened." I said defeated. It was no point of hiding it anymore. I needed to forget my stupid crush on him and Jenn could help me with that.

"That is a problem." she stated and I gave her a 'duh' look. She chuckled and I smacked her arm. She was unbelievable. "I knew you liked him though." she smirked. It was that obvious?

"How?" I asked terrified. If it was that obvious that Cameron might know it.

"I...uhm...well sixth sense." she grumbled and I eyed her suspicially. She was hiding something. "Anyways, what happened between you two that you don't want to stay near each other?"

"Ask him. He is the one who doesn't talk to me. I don't know what is wrong with him." I sighed.

"You must forget him McKanzie. He is only trouble."

"You think I don't know that." I growled.

"Jesus, relax."

***

'Drive 80 meters and turn left. There is a library. I'm waiting for you there. Arden xxx'

That's the note that Arden had left on my car. After finishing school I went straight to the parking lot and found this note sticked on my car. Arden and his surprises.

I climbed on my car and drove the instructions that Arden gave me. Indeed there was a library. I went inside and there was a woman behind the counter. "Are you McKanzie?" she asked, startling me.

"Yeah." I answered sceptically. She smiled.

"Come with me." she said and I followed her. Shelves and books were all over the place. I loved being on a library, I loved the smell of books, but most of all, I loved writing on a library. In my old neighbourhood, we had a small library. I went there every weekend, sometimes not alone, Connor was with me. Anyways, I liked to read, but I loved to write. I used to take my journal with me and wrote there. Eh, good times!

The receptionist lead us to a small room. I didn't know libraries had these. There were also books. The ones that grabbed my attention were the Harry Potter series. Harry Potter series were my favourite books when I was ten. I looked at all the seven books and grabbed my most favourite, 'Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows'. I opened the first page. There was another note,

'I know you hate me and I don't blame you. You have all the rights of the world to hate me. I've beeen a jerk for leaving you and Clara alone but I had to. I just want you to know that I love you so much and I hope you one day can-"

"Forgive me McDonalds!" someone finished behind me. I knew who that someone was and I feared to turn around. I knew that if I did, all of my anger and hate would vanish in a milisecond. I missed him so much and the only thing I wanted to do was to hug him and to never let go. I turned around and just stared at him. He was the same, with brown hair and brown eyes, like me. He had a light stubble growing on his jaw, but he still looked handsome. He was as tall as I remembered him to be. What grabbed my attemtiom was a tattoo on his wrist. It was a bracelet, our bracelet. I have one like that, but not a tattoo, a real bracelet.

He was waiting for me to move. The book was still in my hands, the receptionost long gone and I was stuck. I wanted to move, to react, to do anything but my mouth had a mind of her own. "Why?" I asked. "Why did you leave us?"

"Because I had to. I'm sorry." he breathed.

Just go and hug him McKanzie! He is here and its all that matters. My subconcious spoke like she always had to. Stupid mind.

But he left without an explanation. I shot back.

So, he will explain.

No, he should have explained two years ago.

Go and hug him in this instant. I know you want to. she ordered. I'm going crazy. I'm fighting with my own mind. Go!

Fine, Jesus Christ.

"McDonalds!" Connor called and I snapped out of my inner battle wih my subconcious.

"Huh?" I said startled but recovered myself and ran to him. I hugged him tightly and buried my head on his chest. What the pineapples was I doing standing there and not hugging him? I was really stupid. Before I could stop them, the tears rolled freely on my cheeks. "I missed you so much." I cried, hugging him tightly.

"I missed you too." He said, kissing the top of my head. I hugged him tighter and cried harder on his chest. He parted from me and wiped the tears of my cheeks, using his thumbs. "My McDonalds doesn't cry." he joked, making a smile reach my lips. He always said that when I was a child. I used to cry every night because of my parents and he made me laugh by just saying that. "Come on, the surprise continues." He tugged on my arm and pulled me out of the small room.