Elena Gray is a student at Harper Academy, school for the (Rich) young. Even though her family doesn't have enough money to send her, Elena's grades are so perfect that she is given a full scholarship. There, she makes fast friends in the school's art club, and choir. But when she bumps into school celebrity Cameron Blake, she runs for the hills. Unfortunately for Elena, Cam falls hard for her. Cameron doesn't normally have to work for girls, but Elena comes with many challenges for the popular boy. Elena doesn't understand how Cam could possibly like her, so can he make her stay long enough to see it?


9. Best. Date. Everrrr.

Elena's P.O.V

How on earth did I end up agreeing to a date with Cam? Honestly, all I remember was him kissing my forehead.

Not that I wanted to remember that.

I rammed my books into my locker, and grabbed the few I needed for the last class of the day. Jason was jumpy, and Matt was nervous all day. They were both worried about the finals coming up this week, and I couldn't blame them.

Ben just gave me a cool smile from across the hall as he trotted into his class. Jenna had been rushed today, and ran out as soon as we finished lunch. Rachel didn't say much anyways, so it was a quiet day. Mostly.

I could feel Cam's eyes from where I stood by my locker. I glanced over to where he was standing with a group of guys from the Varsity soccer team. They were laughing, and Cam threw up his hands in mock exasperation.

He excused himself from them, and started in my direction. Like a whirlwind, Amber came out of no where and stepped into his path.

"I've missed you," she purred, pawing at his arm.

"Sorry," Cam said, "but can you please get out of my way?"

"Why so harsh, babe? Let's meet up somewhere afterschool... We can make plans for later too..."

I couldn't watch, so I pressed my books to my chest and walked briskly to the classroom for Science.

He'd probably take her up on her offer, and leave me here.

Not that I cared, right? I never wanted to go anyways. Maybe I'll get out of it.

As I moved into the seat towards the middle of the room, I saw Cam walk in. He looked around for an open seat, and  I grimaced when I realized his only two choices.

There was a seat to my right, next to Jacob. There was also a seat to my left, next to Laila, one of Amber's group. She seemed nice sometimes, but I had seen her chase after the guys in this school.

Cam grinned wickedly at me, and squeezed into the seat on my right.

"Hey," he breathed, giving me goose bumps.

"Hi," I said, trying to ignore his intense gaze.

"We still on, right? No backsies."

"Unless you have plans with Amber later," I hissed, as the teacher called our attention to the front.

"Why would you-" he started, but went quiet as Mrs. Thompson called his name.

"Cameron, is there a problem?"

The class broke into giggles as Cam flushed.

"No, ma'am," he said, staring at the board.

As soon as she turned to write on the board, he turned to me again, but I pretended to be engrossed in what she was writing.

As the bell rang, I practically ran out the door. I could hear Cam pushing through people to follow me, but I kept going.

"Elena!" I heard, but chose to ignore.

I finally stopped at my locker, gasping for breath. I fumbled with the lock for a while, before I was finally able to get it open. I couldn't help but check my face in the mirror, wondering if I looked strange.

Huffing breaths told me I was out of time, so I grabbed my cell and slammed the locker shut. I turned to run again, when his hand grasped my wrist.

"Let go!" I yelled, trying to pull away. He held on tight, making me stay in place.


-Cam's P.O.V-

"Why would you think I had plans with AMBER?" I cried, holding on to her wrist.

"I just thought that maybe you'd think she was more worth your time-"

I rubbed my face, totally annoyed.

"No, Elena. You just wanted an excuse to get out of this. But guess what, you can't."

"I didn't-"

"I've been chasing you for a while, and let me tell you what a pain in the neck that has been. What can I do to make you finally realize what I mean?"

"What do you want, Cam? I can't give you what she can," Elena said, not meeting my gaze.

I pulled one hand up to her chin, and she brought her gaze to mine. "That's the point," I whispered, hoping I didn't scare her.

"Why do you want me so badly? I can't do anything for you!" she cried.

"You really don't get it then," I stated, beginning to smile.

"What?" she said, confused. "Cam?"

"You don't understand the reason I've wanted to be around you?"

She nodded, and I laughed.

"Elena, it's because I like you. Seriously. I literally cannot think about anything else."

She looked stunned. "You probably don't. You just think you do because I'm new here."

"Don't convince yourself of that. If I wasn't ready to chase you, I would have given up after you shot me down playing ping pong."

"But still, you don't know that you like me as much as you think."

I groaned. "Elena... I like you. A lot, so please, give me a chance?"

She considered it, and shook her head. "How do I know this isn't some stupid bet? That you're going to make a fool out of me?"

"I swear to God, I won't do anything to hurt you," I said, hating the pleading in my voice.

"Fine," she said, relaxing some.

I grabbed her hand. "Let's not waste any time then! Let's go before you change your mind."

She sighed, and I raised her hand up to my lips. "Don't be upset, it makes me worry."

She looked amused. "You know we're not dating yet, right?"

"Yet?" I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt, and she flushed.

"That's not what I meant."

"Okay," I grinned, putting my arm around her, and steering her to my car. I clicked the keys, and the doors unlocked.

She pulled it open, and climbed in. I could see her hair swaying as she settled, and I had the sudden urge to touch it. I wanted to kiss her so badly that it hurt.

I was determined to kiss her before I dropped her off.

"So... where are we going, exactly?" she asked.

"I was going to try the Hibachi place over on College road. Is that okay?" I said, hoping she wouldn't argue.

"That sounds great." she said, making my stomach flip.

What are you doing, idiot? I thought. Take her out somewhere fancier...

I rolled out of the school parking lot, and couldn't help but smile during the whole drive. She was so pretty, sitting in my passenger seat. It was almost like she made the car better just by sitting there.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"You're just pretty, that's all," I said, poking her cheek.

"Hmmph," she grunted, ignoring the comment.

"You know you can't pretend to ignore me right?" I said, watching the road.

"Why not?" she replied.

"Because this IS a date, and you have to talk to me," I said, flashing a smile.

"Whatever," she said laughing. "You have to start the conversation anyways."

"I just did."

"Oooh, you're good," she said, laughing again.

"I know," I said, keeping a straight face.


She flicked my arm. "Don't pretend to be conceited, you jerk!"

"What makes you think I'm pretending?" I said, refusing to drop the subject.

She  went quiet. "We both know you're not."

"Explain," I prompted. I was enjoying this.

"You're an okay guy I guess," she said, squirming.

"I am? I'm OKAY?" I cried/

"Maybe you're... attractive, and play sports... and you're nice. What more do you want?"

"I'm attractive, huh?" I mumbled, pulling into the parking lot at the restaurant.

"I said all that, and you only hear that I called you attractive?"

"You called me attractive. I'm a guy; I take that as a signal."

"Signal?" her eyes widened. "Heck no."

"You dig me!" I cried, laughing.


"I bet I know why you were so angry that you thought I was blowing you off for Amber," I said, ignoring her glare. "You were jealous!"

"No I was not!"

"Were too!" My face was inches from hers, and I loved the look of protest on her face.

I leaned in, and kissed her gently. She kissed back, to my surprise (And happiness!)

"Were too," I whispered, wrapping a strand of her hair around my finger.

She just shook her head. "Don't get ahead of yourself, boy."

"Yes ma'am."




-Elena's P.O.V-

I absolutely hated to admit it, but I was enjoying myself tremendously. He made me laugh constantly, and was totally sweet.

He insisted on paying for my meal, even though I tried to tell him not to.

"You're crazy," I told him, pushing his arm away from the register.

"For you, I guess," he said, grinning stupidly.

I laughed, and found a table towards the back of the tiny dining area. The place was small, but it was cozy. He had chosen the perfect place to eat. It was so low key that we wouldn't run into people from school who would interrupt us.

I was finding out more and more how much I was enjoying being with him.

"You know, you can just admit now that you like me," he said, bringing me my plate from the counter.

The girl who had just given him our food was admiring him adoringly. It made my skin boil.

"But I don't like lying," I said, batting my eyes.

"You're lying to yourself then," he said, settling into the chair.

I was surprised to see how gracefully he ate his food. He didn't act like a slob; he actually had manners. Not that I expected any less.

That girl is eyeing you," I said, forcing a smile.

"Is it bothering you," he said, winking.

"No! I just feel like she's going to start drooling if you keep acting like that."

"Like what?"

"Like...." Aw crap. I can't tell him I think he's being cute.

"Hang on," he said, rising from his chair.

He walked up to the girl, who immediately looked star-struck. He smiled the most dazzling smile, and starting talking to her. He had obviously turned on his flirt, and was laying it down heavy on the girl.

I felt myself beginning to stare, so I glared down into my rice.

He walked calmly back, and settled back into the chair.

I raised my eyebrow, but he said nothing.

I ignored him for a few minutes, and he just sat pleasantly watching me.

"Are we almost done?" I asked, clearly annoyed.

He grinned. "Nope! You haven't had dessert yet."

I looked at him puzzled. "But we didn't order dessert."

Just then, a tall woman came busting out from the doors to the kitchen carrying a small, covered platter.

I looked at him, confused, but he just winked at me.

"You're dessert, yes?" The woman asked, placing it on the table.

"Yes, thanks," Cam said, pushing the tray to me.

I lifted the lid, and gasped. He had ordered my absolute favorite: Red velvet cake, with tiny amounts of icing.

"How did you know I liked red velvet cake?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.

"Jenna," he shrugged.

I starting eating my piece of cake, as he scarfed down his.

Something clicked. "You asked that girl to order this for us, right?"

He nodded, still smiling.

"I thought you were-" I stopped, aware of what I was about to tell him.

"Oh my god Elena," he said, laughing. "Please just say that me flirting with her bothered you! Give me some hope here!"

"Okay," I admitted, "it did... a little. ONLY A LITTLE."

He smiled. "That's enough... for now."

I wondered what he meant, but I just picked up the empty trays and plates and dumped them into the trash. Cam took my hand again, and even opened the door for me.

"That's so sweet," I thought, as he shut the door and moved around to the driver side.

We drove out of the lot, and I gave him directions to my house.

We rode the whole way laughing, and talking. He turned up the radio when a song he liked came on, and we both sang along like idiots.

"This was more fun than I thought," I said, trying not put too much meaning behind it.

"You like me."

"Why do you keep saying that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Why won't you just say it?" he challenged.

"Because I don't want to get hurt," I said, staring out the window.

"But Elena, I probably love you just because of the way you are and I can't believe you even agreed to come with me!"

I stopped, cold. "You love me?"

"What?" He asked, blinking.

"You just said you loved me because of the way I am."

He blushed so hard I could have kissed both cheeks.

"Well, I... guess I do. But you won't give me a chance to show you."

"Well, I can change that," I said.

Something in me finally gave way. I could feel myself aching to touch him, and I relaxed.

He took my face in his large hands, and guided my face closer to his. I moved in this time, and pressed my lips to his. I could feel his blush growing, and it only made me happier.

"Does that count as a yes?" He asked, pulling away.

"Yes to what?"

"Will you, Elena Gray, finally say yes and go out with me?"

I watched his face for any hint of lying, and I held onto his hand. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes.

He squeezed my hand, and I thought back to everything that had passed between us. I couldn't imagine what it would have been like if we hadn't talked at all.

"Yes," I said.

He smiled so wide, that I had to smile back.

"I just hope I can make you stay long enough to see that I'm not planning on losing you. Ever."

"I love you, Cameron Blake, even though you're a terrible singer, and you make every girl in the room want to kiss you."

"I love you, too," he said, almost too soft to hear.

"I'll stay," I murmured, as he pulled into my driveway.

"I won't let you leave anyways," he said, kissing me.

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