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?


7. Saturday Night Party

-Elena's P.O.V-

I pressed my face into my hands and groaned. I didn't have anything to wear to the party and Jenna would be picking me up in an hour.

I gazed at the unorganized pile of clothes now surrounding me, and sighed. I picked through them, holding up each item and telling myself why it would not work.

Each one seemed to annoy me; too flashy; too plain; too short; way too long; ugly color; strange neckline; Ew, where did I even get this disaster?

I let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back against the side of my bed.

"Mom?" I called, praying she was still home.

"Yes, Elena?" she replied.

"I need something to wear for a party Jenna's taking me to tonight. Could you please help me decide?"

My mom suddenly appeared in my doorway. "You know how I feel about parties right?"

I groaned. "Yes, but I promise I won't do anything stupid and-"

"Hush. You can go. But you have to be home by at least eleven. No later."

"Thank you so much!" I cried, smiling.

"Is this Jenna girl someone you met at school?" My mom asked, picking up random pieces of clothing.

"Yes. She's really cool. You can meet her in about an hour when she picks me up."

"That's great honey. I'm glad you made friends so quickly-"

She was interrupted by our doorbell.

"That's odd," she muttered, and got up to answer it.

I heard her invite the person in, and decided to see who it was. Leaving the disastrous piles behind, I left my room and turned towards the balcony.

"Jenna," I said, surprised to see her so early.

"Hey Elena," she said laughing at my expression.

"What's going on?" I asked, clearly lost.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't be sure what to wear because you've never been to one of Harper Academy's parties before."

"Wow. You're really prepared," I said, pointing to the enormous bag slung over her shoulders.

She nodded, and trudged up the stairs.

"My room's kind of a mess right now. Sorry."

"No big," Jenna answered, setting the bag down on my bed.

It had huge pockets and many zippers that were sealed shut.

"Now let me see... You're going to wear something really cute to make everyone notice you.... and this top would be good... Not these pants because they'd wash you out..."

I left Jenna muttering to herself, and walked into the bathroom to do my makeup. When I came back out, she just clicked her tongue at me.

"Tsk. You're not actually wearing just that amount right? Are you planning to add more?"

"Nope. I typically don't wear much," I said, slightly injured.

"Well, you're going to wear more than that," Jenna said confidently.

I sighed and sat down obediently in a spinning chair in front of my desk.

Jenna unzipped a few of the zippers on her bag, and pulled out many different bottles, sprays, tubes and tools. I wasn't sure what most of it was, but I caught the few I usually use like mascara, concealer and eyeliner.

When she was finished, Jenna took a step back to admire her handiwork.

"C'est magnifique," she breathed, in French.

I turned to myself in the mirror, not expecting my reflection to be anything as pretty as Jenna. I shocked myself.

She had added a strange mixture of tan lotion similar to concealer, and used several different light colors of gray eye shadow. It all seemed strange when separate, but I looked like I had been styled by a professional.

"Wow, you really know how to use makeup," I stated, beginning to smile.

"I also know how beautiful people like you are."

"Thank you so much," I said, tearing up.

"No tears!" Jenna cried, leaping for a towel. "It will smudge my ouvrage."

"Your... handiwork," I translated out loud. "Nice."

"I like French. What can I say?" Jenna grinned.

I looked at my bed, startled that everything was already packed up except for a teal shirt and dark Levi jeans.

"Are these for me?" I asked, trying not to look excited.

Jenna nodded, handing me the clothes. "Of course. They'll look so good with your green eyes. The jeans also make your legs look longer too. Now go get changed. Don't smudge your makeup!"

The shirt was styled just like a t-shirt, but the fabric was much softer and flowed easier. It looked plain when it was folded, but it fit to my curves and rested just right around my shoulders and sides. The pants were a little tight around my waist, but they fit to my legs perfectly.

I opened the door to my bathroom, and walked into my room where Jenna was waiting, scrolling through her cell phone.

"Ready?" She asked, smiling. "You look awesome."

"So do you," I said, picking up my cell and sticking it in my pocket.

"Let's go girl."

We said goodbye to my mother, who waved us off from the door. It was a short drive to Danny's house.


"You ready?" Jenna asked.

I nodded slightly. "Yes... Not really..."

"I understand. I remember how I felt too," Jenna said, opening her door.

There was already music pouring through the open doorway as we walked up the path towards the house. The beat was loud, and there were people standing all around the yard in little groups. I could  already see the girls with their plunging necklines and extremely small shorts flirting with the guys on the porch. They seemed so pathetic I started to chuckle to myself. One of the blondes caught my eye, and I realized it was that girl Amber that I ticked off.

As soon as we walked into the house, people called out to Jenna, and she answered back with a laugh. It was very crowded, and the air was tight with heat.

"It's so loud," I commented loud enough for her to understand.

"I know," she yelled back. "Let's find Matt and Jay."

We found them in the back yard, surrounded by several guys who were chugging soda after soda. They were talking about the recent wins on the soccer team, and who had the best corner kicks.

"No way dude," Jason was saying. "I had the best kick in our third game. No one even had to touch it- it sailed right past the goalie."

"That's totally wrong," said a tan boy to his left. "John kneed it in right after you fell with your face in the dirt."

"You fell?" I said, trying to hide a seriously bad laugh.

"Of course he did. He spends more time on the ground than kicking the actual ball," said a black-haired boy to my right.

"I do not," Jason stated, trying to maintain his dignity.

"We'll just have to see tomorrow, Hmm?" Jenna said, stealing his can.

"That's my soda..." the dark haired guy said, clearly deflated.

"So get another one," Matt said, finally seeing us.

"But it's all the way over there... Hey new girl. Wanna come with me to get another?" He said, grinning mischievously


"Oh, no. You don't want to get involved with this guy," said Matt, grinning. "He's known for sleeping-and-ditching."

Before I could entirely process that, Matt had dragged the guy away to get another drink.

"He's strange," Jenna said, tossing away the now empty can.

"Sort-of." I said.

"Glad you guys finally decided to show," Jason said. "We weren't sure if you were coming or not."

"Sure glad she did though," said the tan boy, holding his hand out. "I'm Jake. Nice to meet you...?"

"Elena," I answered, shaking his hand.

"Sorry, Jake. She's already got a date for this evening." Jenna said, looping her arm through mine.

"Darn," he said, grinning. "I bet I could steal her away for a bit."

"I'm not sure I want to be separated from my date," Jenna said, teasing.

"Fine. Let's go play Pong to decide who gets to chaperone her tonight."

"Excuse me?" I said, hiding a smile. "I don't want to be bought."

"Too bad," Matt said. "You're on Jake."

I pressed my face to my hands and followed them all inside. We went upstairs, past a couple making out. I grimaced as the guy dug his fingers into the girl's back. Nasty.

Matt turned to look at me, and rolled his eyes. Jake had a disgusted look on his face. I decided I liked him.

As a friend, of course.

"Okay, is this beer pong?" I asked, getting nervous.

"Of course not," Jenna said, soothing my alarm.

"We play it with soda. Alcohol isn't really big here. Of course there is a few idiots who get drunk somewhere else after, we don't allow it here," Jake said, setting up the cups.

I picked up a ping pong ball, and chucked  it down onto the table. It bounced once, and landed with a satisfying sound inside the plastic cup on the other side of the table.

"Whoa, good thing it's not really alcohol." Matt said, laughing. "You're good."

"Beginner's luck," Jake said. "Alright. Me and Jenna first, and then Matt plays winner."

"Deal," Jenna said, with Matt echoing.

I leaned back relaxed into the chair to watch them play.

Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from behind me.

"What's at stake?" Cam said, stepping into the room.

"Chaperoning the newbie," Jake said, jerking his thumb at me, despite my angry glare. He shrugged, and grinned.

"You and Matt play, and then winners play each other." Jake said, grinning wickedly.

"Awesome," Cam said, flashing a model-like smile at me. I sighed and groaned.

Matt bounced the ball too hard many times, and it flew right over the cup. Jenna had really good aim, and hit the cups more than the table.

"I want to introduce her to all the cute guys on the soccer team with you guys," she said to Matt.

Cam frowned, and I laughed. "Then you better win girl."

Matt shook his head and turned to Jake. "Girls."

Jenna missed the table completely, and hit Matt in the forehead with the ball.

I burst out laughing, and I could feel my face turning red. Everyone laughed at his startled expression, and he got up. Running over to Jenna, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack.

He ran out of the room screaming something that sounded like, "Make way! We got a good-shot here! She's crazy!"

I laughed, and Jake grinned at me.

"Guess it's just us now," Jake said.

"I'm not going to lose," Cam said.

Jake looked indifferent. "I want to win just as bad as you-"

"Doubt it," Cam said, grinning wickedly.

"Come on, Jake." I said, laughing. "Win it, and let me go with Jenna so I can talk to the soccer team."

"I'm on the soccer team," Jake suggested.

"Nah," I said, ignoring Cam's startled look.

"So am I." Cam stated, picking up a ping pong ball.

"Varsity, right?" Jake said.

Cam bounced the ball hard on the table, and it sailed directly into the first cup. "Yep."

Jake gaped at the cup, and sighed. He pulled the ball out, and drank the soda from it.

Cam threw another ball, and it landed again into the next cup. He finally missed four throws later, when there was only seven cups left.

Jake started throwing, but only managed to get three.

"Jake," I whined, as he missed.

"I'm trying," he said, grinning. "I want to hang with you."

Cam shot me a sweet grin, and threw the ball backwards over his shoulder. "No way you're winning, sweetheart."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged.

Cam nodded, and leaned against the table with a smug look.

"Uh oh," Jake said, "I smell a bet."

"I bet," I started, "that I can beat you."

"No way." Cam said.

"Yes, I can."

"Prove it."

"I will." I stepped around to where Jake was standing, and took the ping pong ball from his hand. I bounced it once, and it landed in the cup closest to Cam. "Try me."

Cam smiled a smug smile, and threw the ball back to me. He drank from the cup.

I hit eight of the thirteen cups on my first turn, and Jake looked impressed. I missed the next throw, but I wasn't nervous.

Cam smiled at me. "Ready to lose girly?"

"Nope," I answered, not looking at him.

He hit the next ten cups, but missed and hit Jake in the chest.

"Sorry man," Cam said.

Jake looked very put-out, so I grabbed another ball. I hit the next four cups, leaving only one left. I took a deep breath, and launched the ball.

Cam coughed, startling me and making me throw it way too hard.

"Cheater!" I cried, pointing at him.

"I coughed!" He shrugged, innocently.

Jake laughed. "Come on, Elena! I want to hang with you! Stop missing."

"I'm trying," I grumbled, my nostrils flaring.

Cam stared at my face, and then looked down, embarrassed.

"Do I have something on my face?" I whispered to Jake, turning away from Cam.

"Nope," Jake said. "Why?"

"No reason."

Cam kept launching the ping pong balls until there was only one left. By now, we had gathered a small crowd. Jake had filled them all in on the stakes, and they announced loudly who they wanted to win.

Amber waltzed up the stairs behind Cam, and wrapped her arms around his waist just as he hit the ball on the table. It flew too softly, and I grinned.

"Amber!" he cried angrily.

"What babe? I was just trying to hug you-" she stopped as he pulled her arms off of his sides.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"You messed up my shot."

She stepped back, and leaned against the wall where another slim girl filled her in. I could see her start to grow angry, and she turned her makeup-covered face towards me. Recognition dawned in her eyes, and she looked like an angry cat who had just had water poured all over her.

"Cam, you can't be serious," she said.

"I am," he replied, tossing Jake the other ping pong balls. There was one missing, and he ducked under the table to check for it.

"Why are you wasting your time with... a slut like her, when you could just have me." I ignored this comment after I checked to be sure she was serious.

"That's rich," Jake snorted, "coming from you."

"What are you trying to say?" Amber hissed.

"What he's trying to say, my air-headed stalker," Cam said, from underneath the table. "Is that your comment is ironic because you have incorrectly identified the slut in this room. The slut here, is you."

I could tell she only understood the last part, and she stomped her perfectly manicured little feet. "How dare you call me that-"

Jake grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door. He walked back in a few moments later grinning.

"She yelled at me a bit, but I just laughed and she shut up."

"I have been waiting, so long to do that," Cam said, tossing me the ball.

"Should have done it sooner, man." Jake stated, clearly unimpressed.

"I know. Tell me about it," Cam said, shaking his head.

"Newbie, you're up," called a brown headed boy with a girl wrapped around his arm.

I straightened up, launched the ball, and prayed for it to land safely in the cup.

It missed.

"Crap," I murmured as Jake sighed.

"We've lost it now," Jake said, not bothering to whisper.

"What are you," a random girl said to Jake, "her boyfriend?"

"No," Cam answered, somewhat quickly.

He easily hit the ping pong ball into the cup, winning the game.

"Two out of three?" Jake suggested, defeated.

"Sorry man, rules are rules," Cam said, taking my hand.

It was hard not to yank my hand out of his, but I resisted. With a backwards glance to Jake, I followed Cam's trail downstairs.

"So what do you want now?" I asked Cam, annoyed.

"You," was all he said, and I blushed.

"No freaking way-"

"Not that way!" he cried, instantly turning red.

"Oh," was all I could say, as we headed towards the back door. "Where are you taking me?"

"Danny has this spot by his dock... it's really pretty..." Cam said, trying to push behind a dancing couple. We walked right in front of the speakers, and my ears felt like they were going to burst.

"Ouch!" I yelled, catching Cam's attention.

He saw me covering my ears, and scooped me up. I wiggled, trying to get him to put me down, but his arms tightened around me, and I finally just gave up. His arms were strong, and muscular. He had a perfect tan, and his eyes were dark brown as he looked for a way to get away from the speakers. He pushed roughly through the crowd, and the sound faded away.

No one had really picked me up since I was small. Even then, I had to beg my parents to lift me. Cam was so willing, it struck me as strange.

Even as the music died out, Cam still didn't put me down. I forgot, after a while, and just rested in his arms. The farther away from Danny's house we walked, the more comfortable I got.

Wait, what?!

I suddenly became conscious of his fingers grasping my arm, and I wiggled until he put me down.

"Sorry," he said. "The music was so loud... it was just faster to pick you up."

"It's fine," I said, dismissing it.

"We're almost there," Cam said, holding out his hand for me to take it.

I took his hand, reluctantly of course, and he led me down a grassy hill towards the water. It was too dark to see from where I was standing, but the moonlight bounced over the water enough to see where I was walking. The water left me breathless as I stared over it, and I loved the way it lapped gently over the edges of the dock.

We were just to the left of the dock, with it in between us and the house. I went a while, just listening to the water, before Cam finally broke the silence.

"It's a really pretty view," he commented, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, the water's really beautiful," I replied, not looking at him.

"I wasn't talking about the water..."

I snuck a peek at him, to see if he was being serious. To my dismay, he really was. His face was sweet, and his brown hair fell so perfectly that it was hard for me to look away. It was only because he's slightly attractive. Not because I was attracted to him.

Right. I thought, sarcastically.

"Sorry," he said, "that was lame."

"No," I said, surprising myself. "It was kind-of sweet."

I instantly regretted saying that, because he perked up and sat down on a bench I hadn't noticed.

He patted the spot next to him.

I complied, sitting as far away from him as possible, even though our legs sometimes brushed on accident.

"You don't have to act like I'm some kind of disease," he laughed.

"Sorry." I felt my cheeks flood with heat, and I forced myself to relax.

"It's cool. I was just kidding."

We were hit with another stony silence.

I could feel myself beginning to fall asleep, and I shook myself, fighting to stay awake.

"Oh my gosh. I know what we should do!" Cam cried.

"What's that?" I asked, startled.

"You'll see," he said confidently, taking my hand.

He tugged me towards the dock, and climbed upwards onto it. He let go of my hand long enough to untie a rope from around a metal hook, and grabbed it again.

I followed the rope all the way to where it was tied to a canoe.

"Oh no." I said, nervously. "No way..."

"It's going to be fine. I'm with you," Cam said, pulling on my hand from the side of the boat.

"You don't understand," I tried again. "I'm scared of it."

"Water?" He asked, suddenly concerned.

"No!" I cried. "The boat." Even then, I shuddered. The boat began to rock from where he was standing in it, and my stomach churned.

"It'll be fine. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." He held out his hand, and I took it. His warmth made me feel more comfortable, and I relaxed as he helped me step gently into the canoe.

I held onto his arm, petrified that if he moved too fast, that the boat would flip.

Cam grabbed the paddles, and pushed slowly away from the dock.

"Oh god," I breathed, trying not to sound as scared as I felt.

"I'm right here," he said, making me realize I still had a death grip on his arm.

I couldn't let go. He was like my lifeline; if I let go, I felt like I would drown. But holding onto him, felt like I was floating just enough to be safe.

I nodded, relaxing as the boat stopped swaying.

I finally was able to let go of him, and he put down the paddle.

We drifted for a while, and I watched the water around the canoe as it was disturbed by us.

"You don't have to let go if you're still scared. We can go back."

"I'm fine," I said. "I kind of like it out here."

"Me too," he said. "I used to come out here all the time when Danny and I were kids."

"That's really awesome," I said, sitting up straighter.

Our knees bumped, and both of us jerked away. I could feel myself starting to blush, but I forced the feeling away.

"You know, you don't have to keep pushing me away," Cam stated, shocking me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You act like you don't want to see me at all."

I started to answer, but he cut me off.

"You can't possibly hate me yet. I haven't given you a reason," he said. I realized what he was saying was accurate.

He hadn't given me one yet. I had assumed most of it.

"You're just so..." I trailed off.

"So...?" he prompted.

"Arrogant, I guess. I bet you're the kind of guy who is so shocked that a girl like me would refuse to talk to you. I'm sure you see me as some kind of a challenge since I won't give into you."

I was shocking myself, and I could see the quick flash of anger in his eyes, before it was replaced by something I couldn't understand: Sadness.

He's sad?

"That's what you think this is about?" Cam asked, hurt.

"Of course. Why else would you try so hard?"

"You honestly think that's why I want to talk to you?" He cried.

"Duh," I said, looking out at the water.

"Elena." Cam said. "That is not what this is about."

"Then what?" I said, angrily. I turned to look at him, just as he moved closer.

He crashed his mouth into mine, and kissed me hard. It took me three seconds to process, and I instinctively kissed him back. It was so... right kissing him. I couldn't explain it.

I realized my eyes were closed, and I opened them quickly, to see his eyes were closed too, as he leaned into me. His hair fell over his forehead in perfect ringlets, and he had his hands pressed down on either side of me.

What am I doing?


-Cam's P.O.V-

I couldn't take it anymore: I kissed her.

Her face was angry, but her hair was perfectly hanging over her cheeks. I couldn't help it. Her mouth fit almost perfectly against mine, and I could feel her hesitation melt away as she kissed back.

I had to force myself to keep my hands pressed down beside her. I was fighting myself now, trying not to allow myself to think.

She finally pulled away, wide-eyed.

"Why would you do that?" Elena cried.

I stared at her, with my mouth hanging open. I could feel where her lips had just been tingling.

"I like you." I shrugged.

"B-But.. you..." she spluttered.

"I can't help it. I just do." I said, laughing at her loss for words.

"But you're... You!" She said, finally.

"I don't care what I am," I said, dead serious. "I want you."

She turned so red, I could have kissed her again.

I wanted to.

Seriously wanted to.

"But... you're..." She sighed loudly, and put her face in her hands. We had drifted closer to the dock, and I picked up the paddle again.

"Do you want me to row back?" I asked, trying not to sound too upset.

"Yes," she said hesitantly.

I wanted her to say no so badly, but I obeyed. Soon enough, we had pulled back up to the dock and I took her hand.

I could see the same fear cross her eyes as she looked at the water beside the boat. She was petrified of tipping, so I held her around her waist as she clambered onto the dock.

Even scared, she looked beautiful.

"You did great," I said, smiling slightly. "You could have screamed like a girl."

"I am a girl," she pointed out.

You don't have to remind me on that one. I thought, making myself laugh.

"What?" she said, crossly.


She glared at me, making me laugh again.

"Tell me!" she cried, poking my chest.

"Nope," I said, grabbing her wrist. I pulled her into my chest. She gasped, and I held onto her tightly.

"Cam, you've got to let go of me," she said.

"What if I don't want to?" I finally said, after a while.

"You have to... I think Jenna is leaving soon."

I couldn't bring myself to let go of her. She smelled like a random perfume that I wouldn't even have bother to identify if it were another girl. I touched the ends of her hair, until she finally pulled herself forcefully away from me.

I could feel the absence of heat against me, and wished she hadn't pulled away.

"I really need to find Jenna," she said, pulling her arms around herself.

"Text her then," I suggested.

She pulled out her phone from her back pocket. I watched her type quickly into the keyboard, and tap the screen. The screen lit up quickly and she bit her lip. It was so attractive, that I just stared at her from where I was standing.

"Jenna said she totally forgot and left the party with Matt. Jason left too after they did and now I'm stranded until she comes back." Elena looked distraught.

Here's your chance idiot. I told myself.

"I'll drive you," I said, grabbing her phone. "I'm not going to give you an option. Just let me."

She sighed, exasperatedly.

"Only because I'm super tired, okay?"

I nodded, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.

I handed her the phone back, and she texted Jenna again.

"Alright," she said. "Let's go."

I grabbed my keys from my jacket pocket and led her over to where my car was parked.

Feeling like a gentleman, I walked to the passenger's side and opened the door for her. She just snorted and climbed in.

I hopped into the car, and turned the keys in the ignition. We left  Danny's house, and she instructed me on how to get to her house.

"So.. did you end up having a good time at the party?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Strangely, it wasn't that bad."

"I bet I made it even better," I said, laughing.

"Totally," she said, sarcastic.

"Hey!" I cried, and she let out a laugh that almost made my heart stop. I loved her laugh.

If I could, I'd live forever just making her laugh. Cheesy, but true.

"Right there," she said, and I turned into the driveway of a large brick house.

"Short drive," I murmured, somewhat sadly.

"See you later Cam," she said quickly, trying to get out of the car.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down towards me. She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I kissed her forehead, and smiled.

She shook her head, clearly lost again.

"Bye, Elena." I said, finally letting go of her.

"Bye.... Cam," she said, and turned to walk up the path.

I waited until she had the door safely closed behind her, and I drove off, thinking about her for the rest of the night.

I hope she didn't think I was too arrogant now...

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