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Before you read this, I would like to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not updating in awhile. I literally had no motivation to write, with school,
and other stuff. So here you go...

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Cameron's POV

I stood there, staring at Sam. My eyes were wide, and I was speechless. If this was one of the schools sluts, bring it on. But this is Reagan, my 'friend.'

I had to do this though. It can pay for some supplies for college, and I need money anyway.

"The game begins." Sam said.

"Yeah. Bring it on." I replied. We departed from eachother, and then I went back to the guys, the reason why is was even out here at this time.

"Who's the girl?" Nash asked.

"Reagan." I said, barely above a whisper. This didn't feel right.

"Do you care for her, or something?" Nash asked again.

"I don't know. Probably not. That isn't how I role."

"Good. You have a reputation here at LakeWood. You can't care for anybody." Nash said.

"I know."

"Ok. Oh! By the way, Neil, you know the quarterback, is having a party tonight. Invite Reagan."

"Yeah. Good idea." I smirked.

Taylor started saying, "You know, after this, she's never going to want to talk to you again."

"He doesn't care." Nash said.

"Good. Because she's sexy, and I will make her mine." Tay said.

I let out a light laugh.

The bell rang, and now I had lunch.
So did the guys, and Reagan.

I walked into school, and into the cafeteria. I spotted Reagan. I walked up to her.

"Hey Reagan. Wanna come sit with us?"

"I'm sitting with the girls. Where were you last period? I was looking for you."
She asked, concerned.

"I was in the office. I got in trouble." I lied.

"Oh. For what?" She's acting really nosey.

"I snapped at a teacher."

"Oh. Cool."

"Yeah..."

I walked back to my table, and sat down. I ate my packed lunch, which was a ham and cheese sandwich. I packed a bottled water, too. Yes. I could've bought that at school, but I'm saving money, if I lose this bet.

I talked to all the guys, during lunch. I was thinking about how I was going to ask Reagan to the party.

After lunch was over, I was in a desperate search for Reagan. After three minutes, I finally spotted her.

I ran up to her.

"Reagan. Come to a party with me tonight."

"Um, I don't know Cameron. I have homework."

"On a Friday night? Come one. Please?"

"Oh. O-ok sure?" It kind of came out like a question, instead of an answer.

"Ok. I'll pick you up at seven."

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Sorry for the short chapter, at least it's something.