"I'm not special. I've never been special! Why do you even care about me?"
"You're so much more than you think Cam."
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Cameron White felt as if she was best describe as an in-between girl. She wasn't pretty, bu...
The next day was Friday, and I was thrilled to finish the week. I dressed into a new dress that I got recently.
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It was simple, but also against our dress code, so I figured that I would wear it. I put on my heels and my necklace that I wore every day. I put my hair into a messy bun, and I walked out of the house toward Aaron's truck.
"You don't want that motorcycle ride anymore?" Zack asked me from behind.
I jumped at the sound of his voice.
"You scared me Zack!" I scolded him before catching my breath.
He laughed.
"But do you honestly want me on your motorcycle like this?" I asked him gesturing to my dress and heals.
He smirked, "As long as you hold on to me tightly, it doesn't matter what you have on."
I couldn't determine if he was flirting with me or not, but my mind drifted to that conclusion hopefully.
"I don't think that's a great idea considering my outfit. I think i'll just take advantage of my rights to driving Aaron's truck." I told him opening the door to the front seat.
"Well, I can drive for you. If you would like me to." He decided.
"It's nothing against you or anything, but I never get to drive Aaron's truck. I am driving it in every opportunity that I get." I told him with a grin hopping into the drivers seat.
He walked over to the passenger side and joined me in the truck.
When I started the truck, the pop station was still turned on. I was singing along to the Ed Sheeran song Perfect as I began to drive to school.
Zack laughed as my terrible singing filled the truck. He started to sing along with me, and I quickly went quiet, so I could listen to him. His voice was smooth and a lot better than I remembered. It had really matured over the years.
When the song went off, I squealed excitedly because I was driving, and I couldn't clap.
"That was so good, Zack. You're so talented." I told him honestly.
"You're not going to try to force me to join chorus, right? Because the last time I sang in front of anyone, the chorus teacher heard about it, and she begged me for weeks to join." He told me with a slight laugh.
"You should totally join chorus! You'd be so good at it." I told him honestly.
"Singing showtunes and Latin pieces isn't really my thing." He frowned.
