The Peterson's

Chapter 8

Zoey's POV

Through out the English class, Cameron and I had to sit next to each other and read over the script. We didn't speak at all and kept as far away from each other as we could, even though we where we were sitting on the same table.

I don't know why but I feel some kind of tension between us. I know that he found out I'm a Peterson but he doesn't have to act like this.

Finally the bell rings and Mrs Reynolds dismisses us. Cameron quickly walks out of the room before anyone else.
I walk out of the room and spot him by his locker down the hall.

I walk over to his locker and stand behind him. "I'm a Peterson" I confess, even though he knows.

He closes his locker and turns around. "Why didn't you tell me?" He says as he leans back against his locker.

"Because I'm a Peterson. It's not exactly something to show off and besides I thought you knew!"

He looks at me and shakes his head "I don't read or listen to the news. I don't believe anything they say, just like I don't believe you killed your mother. I'm just mad because you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have cared. I'm just mad you didn't tell me straight away."

"You are just the first person thats ever talked to me on my first day and I didn't want to lose you" I say, looking down. I feel a hand push my chin up and see Cam standing right in front of me, his face only millimetres away from mine.

He continues to hold my chin up and whispers "you will never lose me Zoey Peterson" and then walks away, leaving me speechless.

• • •

I'm lying on my bed, watching movies. Liam is who knows where, Jordan is in his bedroom with a girl he brought home and Dylan is downstairs watching movies. I don't even know where Dad is, I actually never know where he is to be honest.

I feel my phone buzz by my leg so I pick it up. It's a text message from Cameron:

Rehearsal for Romeo and Juliet at my house tonight.
16 Flaud Road, Be here in ten.

He didn't even ask me if I can make it or not. He just expects me to be there. I just shake my head and smile. I close my laptop and lazily grab my bag.

I walk out my bedroom and down the hallway, looking down at my phone until I run into someone.

"Sorr-" I begin to say but then look up and realise it's my Dad. I don't what to say. He rolls his eyes and stumbles into his bedroom.

I told you he doesn't care about me.

I walk down the stairs and I'm about to open the front door when I hear Dylan from behind me "It's eight o'clock. Where are you going?" I look back at him and smile awkwardly "I'm going to my friend Melody's house. Why do you care anyways?" He leans against the wall and crosses his arms "really? Melody? The school's most popular girl"

"Yes! Why are you so surprised, we met today and she asked me over to study" I glare at him and then open the door. I'm leaving even if he says no.

"Well ok. Have fun...I guess" He walks back into the living room and I roll my eyes. Usually Dylan is the only one who trusts me. I guess last night made him more protective.

I ride my bike to Cam's street. His street is different to others. It looks more...expensive? Every house is gigantic and has freshly mowed lawns with one or two Mercedes Benz parked outside.

When I arrive at Cam's house, I'm in shock. His house is the biggest of all. It looks at least 5 stories high, with 6 seriously expensive cars parked outside.