In the morning, Cam had a headache. So, she groggily stepped out of bed to find something to calm it down. When in the kitchen, she searched everywhere but was unsuccessful. Only her mother knew where the medicine was hidden. Clara had caught Camaira looking through it, admittedly looking for the biscuits. Hence why everything had been removed from reach & sight. With no tablets, Cam jugged down two glasses of water. "Water is the cure for all" her mum had informed her when she had chicken pox. Even the doctor looked at Clara, wearily. Head feeling better, Cam popped down to the shops to collect milk.
Zach had been awaken since 6am, in his basement. His mum had emptied it out and made a home-gym. The family was fond of keeping fit but Zach just needed something to help him relief pain. For the last hour, Zach was releasing all that he could on a helpless punching bag. It seemed like Zach was never tired.
He kept going and going until his mother called him for breakfast. Breakfast. Cam's favourite meal of the day, he thought. He knew this because she had told him last night, on the phone. Last night on the phone when she'd told Zach off. He was still slightly angry but replaced it with hunger when he saw the big meal his mum had made. He thanked his mother and dug into the omelette.
At the shops, Cam struggled to find the milk. She wanted to ask for help but was too shy. So she kept walking around every aisle, to discover it herself. That was until, Mark, saw her looking lost. He smiled and made his way over. Cam was at the bakery aisle, focusing to see if the milk was stored here.
"Hey, may I help you?" a young voice asked. She was shocked to see a tall blonde man with grey eyes, gazing down at her. She was stunned, never had she been approached by a boy. Except Zach. "I-uh-I, yes. Where do you keep the milk?" Mark was preoccupied with the girl's eyes. A faded brown with tints of gold. Then he realised she was speaking. He was thankful to hear 'milk' so he didn't seem like a bad listener. "Um, yeah. Come with me?" he requested with a smirk. "Alrighty" Cam followed with caution.
After breakfast, Zach was made to go to the shops. His mother had ran out of a few things, that she'd need for guests. He was really tired but his mum had made a delicious meal and he wanted to repay her. So he went. When he arrived, he noticed it was ridiculously quiet. He shrugged and went to the aisles. Picking up almost everything on his list, he heard something. Laughter. It came from the milk aisle, which he needed to go to next. Zach strolled along to get the last ingredient and saw her. Cam and some other guy. She laughed at something the other guy was saying. Zach waited for her to see him but she didn't. He was furious at this point, marching towards them both.
Mark had made a joke about types of milk and Cam forced a laugh to keep polite. She waited for him to let her take the milk however, he carried on with the confusing jokes. She inwardly sighed, smile on her face.
Zach watched her, a smile on the girl's face. He was tempted to make a scene, but rejected the idea. He'd seem even more controlling if he interrupted something Cam was clearly enjoying. So, he was smart. Without looking directly at any of them, Zach walked over to get the milk, he grabbed a carton and left them. He didn't turn around to see Cam's shocked face. She was surprised, was he annoyed about yesterday? Mark saw her eyes following to boy who'd just left. "Who was that?" he questioned, masking his disappointment. Cam snapped back to Mark, who looked irritated. "No one. Can I please have my milk?" she was exhausted, and wanted to go home. Mark handed her a carton and in return Cam gave him exact change of £1.15. "Thanks again!" she hurried along.
Zach was vexed. He trudged along with a frown. He didn't care about what she did. She was just another girl. Another girl with the smoothest of skin, the prettiest eyes, soft, plump lips..he stopped himself thinking about her. Instead, he got his phone out and texted some friends to meet him later. What he'll do with his friends, he didn't know yet. But they'll think of something at the time. He carried on trudging down the street to his house.
