Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything goes to Ally Carter (cause she's amazing), and the creators of Ray-Bans.

When the Glasses Fall

Cammie walked out of the parking lot, her pristine white Ray-Bans perched on top of her head. On the inner rim was her name engraved in turquoise lettering, as well as the small red maple leaf, the symbol of Stanford University.

She still remembered the moment when she was accepted. Bex was at her house, while her mom was away on yet another 'business trip', when she found the letter. Cammie had been away at swim practice when Bex made the call.

"Cammie! Get your bloody arse back to your house right now!"

"I'm at swim practice right now."

"Oh, absolutely. That's why you're talking to me on a phone right now, am I correct?"

"Fine. I'll be there in ten."

Cammie had been completely ecstatic when she found out that she had been accepted. She had everything planned out, and today was the last day of summer break.

However, it had always been a family tradition to attend the Annual Ray-Ban Link at San Bernardino County in So Cal.

The tradition had been broken when Cammie's dad died while driving home one day from work. Cammie's mom was never home anyways. Bex was her only companion at home, and she didn't own a pair of Ray-Bans, so it didn't quite work out.

Cammie approached the shiny metal ticket booth, and handed the usher her blue ticket. She watched as the population board numbers kept flipping.

Three thousand fifty four.

Three thousand fifty five.

Three thousand fifty six.

Three thousand fifty seven.

Cammie smiled. They had already broken the record. 'Most People to ever be in the Same Place Wearing Ray-Bans'.

It was quite the accomplishment.

It was sad to say that this would be Cammie's last year of participation.

She smiled to herself, remembering all the memories she had here.

With her dad.

She missed him deeply. He was the only parent that actually cared about her. Her mother's love, even for her spouse, was fake.

Cammie wandered around the park, her flip-flops flipping and flopping on the stone pavement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I am happy to announce that we have successfully broken the record this year, with four-thousand, two hundred and seventy three participants. Thank you so much for your support and participation."

Cheers erupted among the growing crowd, people beginning to exit the park, some mingling with strangers.

Cammie ventured around, aimlessly walking through the park.

She was texting Bex on her phone when someone ran into her, and continued walking.

She looked back, spotting the old woman.

'People these days!' she thought.

She felt a gentle arm grasp hers.

She looked up, staring up at the foreign face.

The gorgeous foreign face.

It was a boy, who looked about eighteen. He had a curly mop of brown hair, chiseled 'face muscles', as Bex liked to call them, and plump pink lips.

And those gorgeous eyes.

People had always told her that her deep sapphire eyes were pretty, but his eyes?

No, hers didn't even compare.

His eyes were a beautiful hazel-green, with golden flecks.

"Hey, are you okay?"

God, even his voice was entrancing.

Cammie blinked her eyes.

"What? Oh, yeah I'm fine." She spotted her sunglasses a few feet from hers, next to another identical pair.

"You sure? That cranky old lady seemed to hit pretty hard," he said, laughing. "What I'd give to have her on my football team."

She raised an eyebrow. "You own a football team? I highly doubt it."

He laughed. "No! I mean, I play football. Quarterback."

Cammie snorted. "I swim. Football jocks are usually really rude."

"I'm rude? I helped you up, for god's sake!"

Cammie laughed. "That was too easy." She picked up her glasses.

"Thank you for helping me up, but I have to go." She glanced up at him, meeting his eyes.

Those eyes…

She turned around and walked away before she became too mesmerized.

The boy watched her as she walked away.

"Wait! I didn't get your name!"

It was too late, but he picked up his sunglasses, only to discover that they were not his.

They were Cammie's.

He traced his fingers over her name, engraved into the side. Cammie Morgan, Stanford Class of '17.

His girlfriend ran up to him, hooking a thin arm through his.

"Hey. You wanna go yet?"

Zach glanced down at the sunglasses, and then back to the direction Cammie had left in.

"Sure." Zach walked away, girlfriend in hand.

Cammie looked back one last time, only to find that he was arm in arm with a model-worthy girl.

'Of course. The good ones are always taken.'

A/N: So, hey guys. This is my new story, and it's something I thought of right before bed a couple nights ago. I hope you all liked it.

I was thinking it could be a one-shot, but if you guys want it as a story, I could do that.

Please review! All your opinions are needed!

Oh, and the more reviews, the more the chance that Zach could reveal his thoughts… and maybe, if you're lucky, they could meet up again!

REVIEW, PLEASE!

~ilovemesomecupcakes