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Cameron Ross is new to Arbor Valley High, but all it takes is one day there for him to fall head over heels for gorgeous cheerleader, Mackenzie Wilde. The only problem is that Mackenzie has a boyfriend, Justin. This makes Cameron angry. Mackenzie is supposed to be his. And he will do anything to get her all to himself, no matter what it takes. Explore the minds of both Mackenzie and Cameron in this modern novel about obsession, anger and passion. View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 29, 2011    Reads: 81    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


Chapter 4

(Author's Note: Mackenzie's point of view)

"So how did you like chemistry?" I asked Cameron. We'd spent all of first period touring the school, but we finished in time to go to class second period.

"It was alright," he replied. "What's up with Mrs. Baker though? She seemed a little…twitchy,"

I laughed, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Yeah, she had a stroke a couple years ago, so like half of her face is paralyzed now. She tried to get lipo so it wasn't so saggy but it didn't work out very well."

"Quite obviously," he added with a playful grin. I couldn't help but notice that when he smiled, his eyes glisten. And they looked really pretty when they did. His eyes were this really light shade of blue, almost like a periwinkle color. I'd never seen eyes as unique as his.

"Yeah," I said. "So now half of her face twitches,"

"Lovely," he said. Both of us were laughing when we walked into our Spanish II classroom. The moment we walked through the door, Kayla sprang to her feet and rushed up to us.

"Oh my gosh, it's my best friend in the whole wide world, Mackenzie." Her deep brown eyes traveled over to Cameron, giving him the once over. "And she brought a friend," A pleased smile lit up her face as she looked at him.

"Cameron, I'd like you to meet my friend, Kayla," I introduced him. "And Kayla, this is Cameron. He's new this year." As if she didn't already know this.

"Nice to meet you," Cameron said to her, looking less than thrilled. You're rudeness is showing, I thought to myself. I didn't say this to him though. I'd finally become friends with him. I wasn't about to mess that up.

"Um, nice to meet you too," Kayla replied, flashing him a wide smile. His face remained expressionless though. She glanced over at me with questioning in her eyes.

"Told you he was rude," I mouthed back to her. Luckily, Cameron didn't see me do this.

The bell rang before any of us had a chance to say anything else, so Kayla and I made our way over to our seats in the back of the room. "There's an open seat next to me you can sit in," I offered to him.

"Cool," he replied with a grin.

"Alright students, settle down," Sra. Torrez ordered. Just as she was about to begin telling us what the lesson plan was for today, Justin walked in the door. "Mr. Wright," Torrez said, "how nice of you to join us. Do you have a pass?"

"Nada," he replied with a smirk.

"Then that's a tardy," she remarked, looking a bit fed up with him.

"How many tardies total is that then?" he asked her. "Like three?"

"More like seven," she retorted. "Now please go take your seat so I can begin class,"

He nodded and made his way over to where Kayla, Cameron and I were sitting. "Hey baby," he whispered to me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. Then his eyes landed on where Cameron was sitting, which was where he usually sat. "Um, there's a random dude in my seat," he said to Sra. Torrez.

Looking even more irritated with him, she rolled her eyes. "That's Cameron Ross. He's new to the school and is now a part of our class. Why don't you just find a different seat for today, Justin?"

Justin glanced back at Cameron, who was glaring up at him, looking very pissed. "Alright," Justin agreed reluctantly. He made his way over to an empty seat a few rows in front of where we were all sitting.

"Ok, now last time we had class we were supposed to watch a video, but we didn't have time to." Torrez reminded us all. "So we're going to start class today with that video,"

She pulled down the screen for the overhead and an image of a Hispanic family sitting at a dinner table popped up on the screen. They began having a conversation in Spanish, which I paid no attention to. Instead, I turned to Cameron.

"Sorry about my boyfriend," I said to him in a hushed tone. "Justin can be slightly obnoxious sometimes,"

"I noticed," he whispered back, still glaring at the back of Justin's head a few rows up.

"Don't take it personally though." I told him. "He's like that with everybody. It's just part of his personality,"

"Well frankly, it's pretty rude," he remarked. It was kind of ironic that he of all people was complaining about someone else's rudeness. Of course I didn't point this out to him though.

"You get used to it after a little while. He's actually a really good guy." I informed him.

"If you say so," he uttered, sounding less than convinced. It was pretty obvious that he'd already formed his opinion on Justin though. He didn't like him. "So how long have you two been going out?" he whispered to me curiously.

"A little less than four months," I told him.

"Do you love him?"

"Yeah,"

He looked away from me once I said that, focusing his gaze on the video. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla on the other side of me, looking over at us in curiosity. She tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to look at her.

"What happened?" she mouthed in order for Cameron to not hear her.

"I don't think Cameron likes Justin," I mouthed back.

"Why?" Her lips formed the word but it was silent.

"He says he's rude,"

She raised an eyebrow and smirked back at me. She obviously noticed the irony of the situation too. I simply shrugged in response and turned to watch the remainder of the video.





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