I lay on my bedroom floor, groaning. 

"I'm a failure of a girl!" I declared to my ceiling. "What's wrong with me?!"

"You were born abnormal." I heard Troy call from outside my bedroom door. I heard his heavy footsteps stomp downstairs and knew there was no point in yelling an insult after him.

"If you just let me in Farrah-" My Mom began, begging through my door. She was pressed against it, talking to me, begging me, to let her in and let her pick my outfit for my date with Riley. She knocked on the door several times, rapping at it, to annoy me.

"No Mom!" I barked. "I have to do this on my own! It's my date!" 

"Farrah please!"

"No!"

"You're going to be late if you don't let me help you." Mom scolded. "You have half an hour until Riley gets here."

"What?!" I shrieked. I looked at my digital clock and wailed loudly.

"I'm not sure about half hamster, maybe half dolphin." I heard Troy mutter, walking past my bedroom again. 

"Shut up you...fartface!" I called immaturely. 

"Sweetie, just let me in." Mom pleaded.

"I am fine Mother." I lied. I sat myself up from the wooden floor and looked at my closet, frowning. I started whispering to it. "Please, pick an outfit for me. Throw it at me. Please. Help me out here! Please!" 

"I will help, if you just let me in!" My closet replied.

"Huh?" I gaped. I heard more knocking on my door and realised it was my mom talking- not my closet. I was so stupid sometimes. 

I got up, dusted off...well, my legs. I was in my undies and a tank top, I thought it might help because I could try on clothes easier. Instead, they surrounded my body on the floor, laughing at my inexperienced-ness. I crept over to the door and silently unlocked it.

"Fine. But don't tell Troy." I mumbled to Mom. She grinned like a teenage girl and skipped, physically skipped, into my room. 

"Riley likes green." Mom informed me, sifting through my clothes. 

"H-how do you know that?" I asked, utterly confused.

"He told me. Maybe a hint for this date." Mom winked. I shuddered, Mom's shouldn't try to play the best friend role. She plucked out a pair of black leggings, and my most hated piece of clothing I owned- my green dress. 

"No!" I gasped. "No, that...thing is disgusting!" 

"It is not! It'll look lovely with the leggings! Then slip on some black flats..." Mom reassured me.

"It's a sickly green! It's greener than Troy's boogers!" I whined. 

"Heard that." My brother appeared from no where, waltzing into my room. "Ugh!"

He cried out in disgust when he saw what I was wearing and practically ran from my room. 

"Please Mom, anything else." I begged. 

"You look..." Riley trailed off, looking me up and down.

"Disgusting? Ugly? Horrendous?" I supplied.

"Like a giant booger?" Troy inserted from the couch, smirking at me. Damn him.

"I think you actually look really nice." Riley smiled. "Green is a good look on you."

Maybe Mom was right.

I looked over at her, and she was giving me the, 'I told you so' look. 

"You...you wanna go now then?" Riley stammered, suddenly shy. 

"Sure." I said quickly, desperate to get away from Mom and Troy.

"Prawns." I told Riley.

"I think shrimps are nicer." Riley replied. We were talking about sea-food, mainly because we were in a ocean-themed resturant. But I was also trying to see what we had in common. 

"Okay..." I tried again. So far, we had agreed on nothing. Was that a bad sign? I may have been inexperienced and innocent- maybe not so innocent, but I knew you needed to have some thing in common. "Cod or haddock?"

"Hmm...cod. Haddock has a strange taste to it. Smells awful." Riley informed me. He looked back at his food, stabbing some salad with his fork. My eyes went wide and slowly sank down to my own plate. I had ordered haddock. Did my breath smell bad?!

"Oh, okay. I quite like both." I lied, trying to compromise. I hated cod. It looked too pale and undercooked to me. 

"That's...cool." Riley mumbled. He was a pink-ish color, and he looked kind of embarrassed. It was cute, but unnerving. And he wasn't talking much- was I boring him? 

I tried new tactics. 

"So why did you ask me out all of a sudden?" I blurted. Oops- that wasn't the question I had meant to ask. 

"I've always...um," He cleared his throat noisily. "I've always...yeah, liked- like, liked you, liked you." 

Because that made sense. 

"Aww." I cooed. 

"Do you like me?" Riley asked me, catching me off guard. His blue eyes burned into mine, and I silently wondered if- only if, Riley were to ever get married and have kids, they would have blue eyes. Me and Riley both had blue eyes. But saying...thinking, that, maybe it would do the strange twist of fate and give them brown eyes, or green. I panicked as I realised I was thinking about marriage and kids on a first date- and Riley looked very upset at my silence.

"Sorry I was just thinking about something!" I cried out stupidly. "Yes, I do. I like you."

His familiar warm smile returned. "Your family like me too, that's a good sign."

"Yeah." I grinned. I wasn't entirely sure what to say after that, I didn't know Riley's parents all that well. I knew his nan, and she hated me. One time I was over there with Hayley, and I tripped, accidently knocking over some 'priceless' and 'irreplaceable' vase she owned. Who brought one of those to their teenage grandson's house? 

"Do you want to go now?" Riley asked the second I had finished my meal. 

"G-go?" I choked through my food. He got up and patted my back, making me cringe slightly. I didn't like the feel of his hand on my back. At all.

"To the movie theatre!" Riley beamed. 

"Oh, yes, of course." I answered, unable to hide my disappointment. I had been hoping that 'go' meant go home. Riley called the waiter over for the cheque, and I told him I was going to the bathroom. 

Once safely inside the little girl's room, I pulled out my phone from my purse. I wasn't one of those people that could have their phone in their bra. It always looked too boxy on me, and I was constantly checking down my top to see if it was still there. But how the heck would anyone take it without me noticing? 

I typed out a quick text to Hayley.

NOT MUCH CREDIT. CALL ME. 

She replied almost instantly.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"You ask me to call you, and don't check the caller ID? It's Hayley, you idiot." My best girl friend laughed. I could see her rolling her eyes.

"This date is awful! Me and Riley have like, nothing in common!" I wailed.

"Well, you've been friends for years." Hayley said unhelpfully.

"It doesn't matter so much in that department. However this date is suckish! I still have about two hours left with him- in a dark movie theatre!" I moaned.

"Hold up, hold up. Riley's a shy guy, he's not gonna feel you up or anything." Hayley giggled. "You can survive it. Just make him buy a huge popcorn and put it inbetween you."

"Isn't that rude?" I asked doubtfully.

"Oh, you're too polite Farrah!" Hayley complained. "Just do it!"

I was about to reply, when she hung up. I was on my own again. Damn. 

I slowly made my way out of the bathroom, making sure each step was small so I didn't have to face Riley yet. I was being mean, Riley was a good guy. But a friend, not a boyfriend! Ugh,why was I so polite?

That's not what Cameron Carter would say.

I froze on the spot at my brain's words. What? I was thinking about Cameron Carter on my date with Riley- so clever, Farrah.

I continued my walk, deep in thought. I had told Riley I liked him- what if he asked me out again? What if he thought I was really into him? What if he kissed me?!?!

Oh Jesus. 

"Farrah?" A male voice made me jump.

"Yaaaahh!" I screamed. I turned around to see Riley. Oops. Everyone in the resturant was looking at us.

"You okay?" Riley asked. That was my chance. My chance to say no, to escape. But no, I was too kind for that. 

"Fine." I nodded. "You just made me jump."

"You...do you still want to go to the movie?" Riley mumbled.

"Of course." I smiled. "Let's go."

My cheeks were still burning as we left, and the cold night air left my face stinging. I shivered, and Riley took this oppurtunity to lace his fingers through mine, supposedly warming my hand up. My hand felt kinda itchy as he held onto it, and I felt terrible. Was this what was called leading a guy on? Was I a leader? I hated not knowing. 

Riley opened his car door for me, but I frowned at it. It was his Mom's- I knew that from when she picked him up at school when he was younger. How didn't I notice that earlier?

"When did you get your driving license?" I inquired.

"About a month ago." Riley replied, not leaving any way for me to reply with interest. He was a guy of few words, mumbles, and stammering. It was sweet sometimes, but annoying right then. 

But another thought struck my mind. How did I not know already? Riley and I were supposedly friends for crying out loud! I was a bad friend. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Riley checked again.

"Sure." I nodded, not looking at him. Which, was rude I knew. But I couldn't lie to his face. I was just so polite. It was Cameron's fault I was rude. 

Wait.

What?!

Cameron? Why was I thinking about him again? I was on a date with Riley! And why would it be Cameron's fault I was rude- I didn't even know the guy. He was in my thoughts constantly though. Everytime he was, I somehow bumped into him, and trouble was caused.

Holy shit...on toast.

Cameron was going to be at the movie theatre! He was always taking girls there! He'd be there. Something would go wrong. 

"Pull over!" I shouted into the awkward silence.

Riley slammed on the brakes, turning the car to the side of the road. "What's wrong?"

"I..." I trailed off. What could I say? "I feel sick!"

I got out of the car and ran behind a shrub. I crouched there for less than five seconds before understanding how stupid I was being. Cameron wouldn't be there. He was just in my thoughts because...well he just was. I was over reacting.

Still crouched on the floor, I heard footsteps running over.

"Farrah!" Riley cried. He bent down and hugged me- a sweet gesture I had not expected. "You're not okay are you? Would...would you like me to uh, take you home now?"

"No." I shook my head firmly. "I'm fine. I wasn't sick, see?" I gestured around me. No puke.

"Um...okay." Riley chuckled. 

"Let's go see the movie." I smiled.

That was a mistake. I should've told Riley to take me home. I should've never come. Why had I ever said yes to the date? Because it was my first ever date. Idiot, Farrah, idiot! 

The movie was annoying and slow. The girls had whiny voices, the men's too deep. The animated parts sucked, and the music was dull and dreary. I was being too picky perhaps, Riley seemed to be enjoying it. His arm was on the rests either side of his seat, his fingers clenched on to the ends. He hadn't attempted to hold my hand, put an arm around me, or kiss me. I was secretly relieved.

"Haha!" Riley laughed suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to the huge screen to see two people arguing, one with his pants half way down his legs. Ugh.

"I'm gonna quickly use the bathroom." I whispered. Riley nodded, barely noticing me. I got up and shuffled past several people, blindly pushing my way out of the room, and into the lobby. I saw the white door to the girl's toilets, and sighed happily. It was too stuffy in there, I thought. 

Blonde hair. Riley has blonde hair. But it wasn't that shade. But a shade I recognised. Darker than Riley's, and the body it belonged to was tanned, not pale. The boy turned around and his green eyes, sparkling, landed on me. His mouth twitched into a smirk and my hands dropped to my sides. Cameron. 

I was right.

Cameron Carter was here.

He had stalked me here.

Holy shit on toast.

He strided over to me, a knowing look on his face.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it a surprise to see you here?" 

Author's note:

Hi guys!

I know this chapter was kind of boring, so sorry. I have to ask something, it's been on my mind. Should I take Tame down from Wattpad? It just doesn't seem very good to me- do you guys like it? I hope so, I really want to finish it, but sometimes I just lose hope. The comments I have recieved though...it's just wow. I know I say it on every chapter, but thank you. So, so much. It's helping me, and I love the ideas you have!

The picture to the right is Riley, isn't he adorable? If I do carry on, what picture should I put up next? Tanner, Rolo, or Cookie? 

This chapter is dedicated to appaul123- one of my sweetest fans :) 

Thanks for reading Tame, I really hope you do enjoy it!

x Emily x