Edited by AAldaine

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Chapter One — Holy mother of Superman, he is here!

I hated high school. Since the first day, Cameron had been the closest thing I had to a friend. Not that he actually was my friend. No way in the underworld he would be my friend! After I totally embarrassed myself in front of him and the principal, Cameron was a good guy and told the whole school that I called him a hot piece of meat. Note the sarcasm. So, as you can see, I was the topic of the week in the school.

Nice way to start McKanzie.

Also, you have no idea how many times I had wanted to strangle the life out of him. I had even started watching some of those criminal movies! He had been following me everywhere, like having the almost same classes every day wasn't enough, he has also started to sit with me at lunch. And like enough wasn't enough, he came into my house and my room. MY ROOM! And the one who let him in was my dear sister. "He said that he was your partner in History." was her explanation. And do you know what he was doing in my room? Let me enlighten you: he was going through my underwear! And to think I don't let even my sister see them.

As you can see, the reasons to kill him were many.

I was in the wonderful world of dreamland when a terrifying song of Kendrick Lamar blasted, waking me up on a Sunday morning. No one wakes me up in a Sunday! No freaking one! I grabbed my phone furiously from my nightstand and saw the caller ID: Hot Piece Of Meat.

What kind of brained-human gave him my phone number?

Pressing the end call, I laid in my bed. There was no way I would answer his calls. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Kendrick Lamar blasted again, and again scaring me. What the-? I didn't even have Kendrick Lamar on my phone! "What do you want?" I muttered as soon as I answered the phone call.

"Good morning Nerdhead!" he smirked through the phone, don't ask me how I knew he was smirking. That boy was like the master of smirks. I wanted so much to cut off something of his and I knew very well what part of his body I wanted to amputate.

"I asked you what the freaking cherries do you want?" I shouted. That must deafened his ear. My voice could be a little defeaning when I scream. Eh, one of my abilities.

"Upstairs or downstairs?" he asked. Upstairs...downstairs. Holy mother of Superman, he is here!

"What are you doing here?" I shouted again.

"Upstairs it is then."

"Don't you da-" before I could speak another word, my room's door burst open and a shirtless Cameron showed up. Wait a minute, why was Cameron shirtless in my house or should I say in my room?

"Ooh, the Nerdhead has a bed head. Interesting!" Cameron stood in front of me in his six-pack smirking glory. I stared at his toned chest for a moment. He really was something. Had I said this before? "Take a picture, would ya?" he teased in a horrible southern accent.

"Why are you shirtless?" I asked, blinking a few times and ignoring his comment. I couldn't concentrate with the Greek god in front of me.

"I thought I'll make the job easier for you and-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" I warned him. Does this guy have  a perverted mind or what? "Could you please get out of my room?" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. He was really frustrating.

"How about a no and I need a shirt." he stated. "Unless you want me shirtless." he wiggled his eyebrows.

"No thanks. And where would I find a shirt for you?"

"The one you're wearing?" he suggested. This was one of my dad's and I wore in every time I couldn't sleep at night. Last night was one of that nights. Well, it looks like Cameron is going to wear it.

I sighed before nodding. What? His nakedness, well half- nakedness bothered me. "Fine. Just get out of my room because I need to change." I said.

"I want to enjoy the view." he smirked and approached me.

"Cameron!" I screamed his name. What? I guess the perverted thoughts are contagious. He smirked before walking out of my room. Thank God. I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom. After doing my business in there and brushing my teeth, I came back in my room and changed to a blue t-shirt and yoga pants. Combing my brown hair and putting them in a ponytail, I grabbed my dad's t-shirt and went downstairs. I gasped at the view in front of me. "What the freaking Spiderman happened here?" I screamed as Cameron smiled sheepishly at me.

"I was trying to make breakfast with Oliver and it kinda got out of control." he explained. Did I mention that Oliver and Cameron were brothers? I guess not. Yeah, I was so lucky. Note the sarcasm.

"Where is Oliver?" I snapped and looked around the house for my brother-in-law. He was in big trouble. No one messed with my kitchen. Even though legally it was his kitchen but that was not the point. "Oliver Court, come right now or I'll cut off your cherries." I threatened. A blonde head appeared from the back of the couch. Oliver made a puppy face that no one could resist but me. "That works only with my sister." I stated.

"Sorry Kizzy." he apologized and approached me. "It was Cam's fault, I swear. He threw flour at me and I..." he paused as I turned to a laughing Cameron behind me.

"Bro, I didn't know you were such a wimp." he managed to say between his laughs.

"Yeah, try to live with her and then laugh at me." Oliver groaned. He walked out of the living room and climbed up the stairs. I turned my attention to the shirtless Cameron in my kitchen. He had calmed down from his laughter and now was leaning on the wall.

I shot him a glare and threw him my dad's t-shirt. "Clean this up and don't ruin my shirt." I muttered and went to sit on the couch, turning on the TV. A re-run of the Champions League final was on it. Well, since I missed it, it was no harm in watching it now. And since it was a Barcelona's match, it was perfect. "Oh and Cameron," I called. "Bring me some popcorn." I added.

"Come and get them. I'm not your servant." he called back. Ivan Rakitic just made a goal and I cheered. That was some goal for Barca. Good one Ivan!

I paused the match and got up from my couch. As I entered the kitchen, Cameron was mopping the floor. I took my phone out and took him a picture. I could use that as a blackmail. "You look good mopping the floor." I smirked. He glared at me, his green eyes sparkling. My heart started beating fast. What was happening to me?

"Shut up Nerd head and give me a little help here." he muttered. Yeah right, in your dreams.

"Say the magic word." I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. This was going to be fun.

He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. "Please, can you help me?" he asked in a soft voice. I considered helping him for a moment but then changed my mind. I had a Barca game to see.

"Nope. You did this, now you clean it. I came here for my popcorn." I said and grabbed a bag of popcorn from the drawer. "And tell your brother to make me breakfast." I added and turned back to the living room, continuing to see the match and eating my popcorn. Eh, it was morning but I loved seeing Barcelona's games. I heard arguing from the kitchen and chuckled. These boys had work to do.

"Why is the kitchen in that condition?" Clara, my sister, asked. She had her pajamas on and her bump was beginning to grow. Yeah, she was pregnant. They couldn't wait at least a year but wanted kids now.

"Thanks to the dorks." I said, rolling my eyes as Clara snickered.

"They're hot dorks though." she winked at me. Oh my God!

"Shut up Clara." I groaned and concentrate on the game. Messi missed a shot. Darn it!

"You like Cameron, don't you?" Clara asked. Huh? Me...like... Cameron? Never in a million years.

"No." I answered shortly. She was crazy to think that. The pregnancy sure was making her crazy, I swear. I continued to eat my popcorn, ignoring Clara’s stupid teasing.

***

The morning went that way. My sister and I watched Barcelona win the Champions League Final while Cameron and Oliver cleaned the kitchen and prepared breakfast, more like lunch because it was twelve o'clock when they finished.

Cameron was eating his nachos and I kept staring at him. He ate like a pig, but it looked cute to see him eat in that way. His hair were inside his beanie and he still had my dad's t-shirt. It looked good on him. His eyes though were another story. They were green, a forest green, like my father’s were. My father taught me how to read a person by their eyes. Cameron's eyes told me that he was happy when he was with the people he loved, like his brother. They had a bright shine, but at the same time, they hid pain. He had a troubled past and that past still affected him. When he smiled, not smirked, he looked like an angel, the boy that every girl would want. Including me. What?

Curse my sister for putting these thoughts in my mind. I don't like Cameron!

I was sitting in the backyard, behind a tree, with my journal in my hand and writing. I loved writing and I hoped one day that I could publish my own book. I felt someone sit next to me, so I slammed my journal shut immediately and hid it behind me. Beautiful green eyes were staring at me and I tried very hard not to blush. TRIED! I blushed. Holy Spiderman!

"What did you hide in there?" Cameron asked, trying to look where I hid my journal. I couldn't let him see that. No one was allowed to read my work, especially him.

"Nothing." I lied. "What are you doing here?" I asked as my cheeks returned to their previous color, hopefully.

"I was looking for you, Nerdhead." he smirked. Ladies and gentleman, let me present to you the cocky Cameron. How could I think that I liked him? Oh yeah, it was my sister who put those thoughts in my mind.

"What do you want Cameron?" I huffed and looked away from his gaze. Nervousness was clear on my face and I didn't want to embarrass myself more than I had already done.

"I need your help."

***

When Cameron said he needed my help, I would have never imagined the place I was in now. If I knew he wanted help with this, I would have never accepted in the first place. "Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked him for the third time now. I thought it was pretty dangerous. He could see us.

"If you ask me one more time, I'll strangle you with my bare hands." He muttered already annoyed. I could be very annoying when I want to. That's the punishment for waking me up on a Sunday morning.

I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm. "Touché." I smirked. Let me explain the situation. Cameron suspected that his dad was cheating on his mom, so we were in his dad's office at the school because as Cameron was sure that principal Court and his lover met in here every day. And his lover was our Math teacher, Mrs. Ellen Graham. At first, I thought Cameron was crazy, but then he gave me some details that seemed a little sketchy.

I heard the knob turning and saw Mr. Court enter his office. We were hiding behind his bookcase so couldn't see us. He was wearing a square patterned white shirt, with grey trousers and a black jacket. He sat on his chair and took something out of his pocket. They were...pills. Oh my God! I took out my phone and typed: Is your dad using Viagra?

I showed it to Cameron and he gaped when he read it but then a devilish smirk made its way to his lips. He typed on my phone, ‘naughty, naughty girl.’

I glared at him before smiling. He was something else. He looked intently at me and I stared at him. It was like everything didn't exist, it was only me and him. I could feel my cheeks heat up. Oh no, freaking peaches, I couldn't blush again.

A knob twisting snapped us out of our gazes. My cheeks burned and I was sure that they were red as a tomato. I looked through the small space between the books and saw Mrs. Ellen Graham entering in the office. I gasped. So it was true. The principal and the Math teacher were lovers. The kiss she drew him into proved it. It was disgusting. Cameron was furious. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. I tried to calm him, but he wouldn't budge. "Cameron!" I whispered. He glanced at me. Pain and fury were portrayed clearly in his eyes. "Please, don't do anything stupid." I pleaded, still whispering.

"We can't do it here. Come on, I have a motel room available." Mr. Court said to the teacher  who kissed him again and nodded. They were both disgusting. They walked out of the office and the principal closed the door behind him.

"F*cking cheater." Cameron muttered under his breath. "I knew it. He is going to pay. I will kill him with my bare hands." he continued to curse until we got out of the place we were hidden.

"Cameron! He is your father!" I yelled to him. How could he say those things about father?

"I hate him Nerdhead." he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"But at least you have a father." I whispered, doubting he would listen.

But he did. He listened to what I said. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice was soft and low.

"Nothing. I meant nothing." I lied. "Can we get out of here?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah." he nodded and went to the door. He turned the knob, but the door wouldn't open. "It's locked." Cameron said, confirming my thoughts. Great, now how would we get out of here?
"Do you have a bobby pin?" he asked.

I searched through my hair and found one. "Yes." I answered and handed it to him. He took it and worked on opening the door. After five minutes he gave a slight tell of victory.

"I opened it!" he said. I jumped from the sudden shouting and placed a hand to my chest, my heart racing.

"Do you want to kill me?" I muttered.

"Sorry." He smiled innocently and I followed him outside the office, with him slamming the door shut behind us. We walked through the hall and three minutes later we were outside of the school. Cameron was furious, I could see it. He was walking fast and clenching his fists. Me, being the stupid I am, grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"Calm down." I said, looking him dead in the eye. "You won’t solve anything with anger."

He looked at me for a moment, battling with himself before nodding and calming down. Then he walked to his bike and climbed on it. I took my helmet and put it over my head and climbed on his bike, wrapping my hands around his torso. He started the ignition and headed towards my house.

When we arrived at my house, Cameron was silent. Discovering your father cheating on your mother with your teacher isn't something nice.
"Are you okay?" I asked concerned. His jaw was clenched and he looked like he wanted to punch something. "Cameron!"

"I'm fine." he muttered, taking a seat on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Clara and Oliver were at work so we were the only ones home. I sat next to him and surfed the channels,  stopping at a football game. American football, not soccer. And I hate American football. I stood up and went to the kitchen, holding my tears. I used to love football but now... I hate it. I only watched it with my dad.

I felt someone enter the kitchen and I went to the fridge to get some ice-cream. "What happened?" Cameron asked.

"Nothing. I hate football. I'm more into soccer." I said, dismissing the subject. The vanilla ice-cream was waiting for me to eat it. "Want some?" I offered. Not only him, but even I was surprised by the offer. I usually never share my food, let alone my ice-cream. He chuckled and nodded. I gave him a spoon and we both started our ice-cream competition.

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Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. My updates will be every Sunday.

I'm really happy you're enjoying this so far.

Love y'all
Jenny