Cammie's POV

The dreaded date had finally arrived.

Oh, I know what you're thinking. 'But did Zach ask you to go with him? He had to! I ship Zammie!'

He did. But I did not like it one bit. Sure, he asked me to go with him and all that jazz, and I said yes. But the whole time, his eyes left mine and wandered over to...Macey. They shared a glance, a smile before he finally turned back to look at me. Plus, the whole time, Zach was acting fidgety and distracted.

Now, I know I sound like a crazy jealous girlfriend, but the glances weren't friendly. They seemed like more. They were secretive, a little giddy, like they shared a secret that no one else knew about. Especially not me.

So, as you can see, I was not quite excited for that evening.

"Oooh! We need to start pampering ourselves!" Macey exclaimed. I snapped out of my dreadful vortex of negativity and turned to face my sisters. Even if I wasn't feeling it, I would not ruin it for them. It's one thing to drag yourself down, but another when you bring others down with you. I put on a cheery smile, hoping that they would buy it.

Macey ushered me into the shower. I let the hot water soothe my muscle aches and the scent of green apple body wash invade my senses. I felt much more calm and relaxed afterwards, but that little glimmer of heartache was still present inside.

After I had my hair blow dried, Macey started experimenting with some styles. She finally decided on some beachy waves, pulled into a fancy half up half down look for me, with a smokey eye and red lipstick.

The other girls looked stunning. Bex, the goddess, Liz, the princess, and Macey, the supermodel. And there was me, the Chameleon.

"Cammie! You look gorgeous!" Liz gushed. I smiled. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Even though I definitely could not match the pure radiance of my friends, I didn't look half bad. My dress swished as I moved, and my hair bounced with every step.

"Thanks, Lizzie, but you are definitely the princess," I replied. Liz tinged rose and did a little curtsy.

There was a knock at the door. My heart pounded in excitement, but also anticipation. And a little bit of pain.

Bex ran over to the door and whipped it wide open. There, standing in a tuxedo, charming as ever, was Zachary Goode. He smirked at her and looked at each of us. There it was again, that special secretive glance between him and Macey.

"Why, hello there ladies, you all look beautiful, but I'm afraid my date is the prettiest in all of the room. " Zach said with his stupid smirk still plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes and strode towards him, but someone interrupted me.

"Actually, my British Bombshell will make all the heads turn in the ballroom." A male voice stated. A smile graced my face. Bex was so angry but pleased. My twin brother appeared in the doorway. Grant looked at my outfit, frowned, and walked over to me and tousled my hair. I grumbled.

"Cammie, this dress is way to slutty for you! I'm going to bash every guy's head in the room if they look at you for more than two seconds." Grant continued to grumble threats. I laughed and swatted him away.

"First off, I'm the older twin, so you shouldn't worry! Second off, I'M THE CHAMELEON!" I reminded him. He scowled. Macey growled at him.

"Don't you dare touch her hair, you already ruined her hairstyle enough!" She snapped at him. Genuine fear appeared in his eyes as he slowly backed away. I smiled smugly, that ought to teach him a lesson.

Zach walked toward me and grabbed my hand while smirking. I smiled softly.

"Let's go, milady."

The ballroom was absolutely stunning. A grand chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling, and the shiny wooden floor was filled with beautiful gowns floating around. Zach took my arm and led me into the waltz.

"To whom do I owe this dance to?" He whispered, referring to our covers.

"Charlotte Silverton. You might know me from my father's company, Silverton inc. And you?" I said while tilting my head upwards slightly, becoming my snobby and filthy rich daddy's girl persona. Zach lightly kissed the back of my hand.

"Why, nice to meet you, Miss Silverton, and I have heard much about you and your father's company. I'm Ryan Lindman, and I'm partnered with your father." I smiled charmingly.

Slowly, we left each others sides and after numerous dances with a wide assortment of people, I was worn out. My feet ached in my torture device shoes, and my hair was slightly frazzled after being dipped one to many times.

Without anyone noticing, I slipped into an empty hallway and slid down the wall. My dress billowed around me as I sat down with a sigh. There I rested, catching my breath.

Suddenly, the familiar clack of footsteps had me on my feet. Instinctively, my hand was on the dagger tucked in my back, although there was a very low chance of a real danger.

In the dim hallway, a male figure appeared. And of course, it was none other than Zachary Goode himself. I groaned internally. He was the last person I wanted to see at the moment.

He smirked at me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Been partying to hard, Miss Silverton?" I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Yes, perhaps Zach. And maybe I would like to be left alone?" I hinted. His smirk only grew.

"Come on, let's dance." He said as he offered me his arm. My heartbeat increased.

"W-What?" I asked. He smirked.

"Dance? You know, when you move your body to music?" He said smugly. I scowled at him, but accepted his arm. We swayed to the distant music in the dark hallway. Despite the lack of light, I could see his emerald eyes almost glowing. We slowed to a stop as the music faded away.

"I have something for you." My eyebrows scrunched together slightly as I noted a bulge in his suit pocket.

He pulled out a long case, though in the dark I couldn't tell what it was. He lifted open the box, and inside was a gorgeous silver necklace with the moon and the stars hanging at the end. My pupils dilated as he gently placed it on my neck from behind. The cool metal tickled my burning skin, and I could feel his breath on my neck as he clasped it together. He ran his warm hands down my bare arms, leaving a trail of fire after him. He held my hands for a second, and then his touch was gone.

I turned around, blushing furiously, to find him gone. I let out a frustrated groan, until I noticed a small slip of Evapopaper lying on the ground. I picked it up, and in his familiar messy scrawl:

'Will you go out with me? -Z'