If there was something strange - it was Cameron Black being at a party without a girl. Even I was surprised by myself, but that didn't even begin to cover everyone else's reaction when they saw me hanging out with Isaac and there wasn't some sleazy girl hanging off my arm.

Okay, it was kind of hypocritic of me to call them sleazy, but at least I was changing. They weren't. I had more than five girls blatantly ask me to follow them to the bedroom - no flirting or subtle hints.

Of course, I refused, which made all of them run away crying. I don't know why they're crying - but after I got approached for the sixth time, I went to the kitchen with Isaac which was empty. Thank god. 

'So, what happened to you?' asked Isaac, while I took a swing from the bottle of vodka in my hand. My throat burned as I gulped it down.

'What are you talking about?' 

I knew exactly what he was talking about.

'Did you seriously think I wouldn't notice?' asked Isaac, his eyebrows furrowed together. 'I'm your best friend.'

'Really?' I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. 'I thought you were my pet dog.' Isaac glared at me, with a look that told me he didn't find my sarcasm amusing. He didn't find anything amusing. He was so uptight - like he had a stick permanently up his butt. 

How was he even related to Jasmine? She was cracking jokes all the time - even if they were to my expense most of the time.

'Cameron,' He said, a hint of warning in his voice. Warning me that if I didn't shut up, he wouldn't hesitate to launch his fist at my nose and break my beautiful face. 

He really needed to work on his anger management.

'My mom made me promise,' I admitted, scratching the back of my neck. 'Elijah snitched on me - and she -' I took a deep breath, '- she reminded me. She reminded me I won't be able to go to college unless I clean up my act.'

'Where was it you wanted to go again?' asked Isaac, cautiously sipped from a cup of punch. He had gone back to his non-alcoholic ways, in which he stayed sober as a stick and still expected me to drive him home. 

'Stanford University,' I told him. 

You may be wondering, why does Cameron Black, want to go to such a prestigious university. What career could I possibly want that involved me going to college?

I wanted to be author. Write novels for children and adults alike - and I know that I don't necessarily need a degree to become an accomplished writer, but a degree certainly helped when you're trying to get published. And Stanford had a great writing program. 

Unfortunately for me, the tuition fee was very expensive. Much too expensive for my mom to afford, so I had to get a scholarship. Get a full ride to Stanford, or I would have to attend a community college. 

'Hmm...' hummed Isaac, placing his cup back down on the table. 'So, does Jasmine,' he said. I blinked. Why was he telling me this? 'She wants to go become a psychologist,' continued Isaac. 'A criminal psychologist.' 

'And you?' I asked. Isaac had never told me what he really wanted with his life - or about his life in general. He wasn't very good at talking about himself - it was clear since I never knew he had a sister. And a twin sister too. 

Isaac didn't answer, instead he took a strange fascination in his hands. 

'Come on,' I probed. Isaac had successfully made me curious, especially by refusing to answer. 'Please?' After a few more minutes of me annoying Isaac without stop, he finally gave in.

'A singer,' he said. I stared at him blankly. 

A singer?

'A singer?' Isaac didn't anything. 'You can sing?' Once again, silence. Annoyed, I set down the bottle of vodka. 'I'm going for a smoke break,' I said, and with that I left the room.

Sighing softly, I headed to the garden - a place which was empty no matter what. I know my mom would disapprove me of smoking, but I was too tired to care. The last week had been exhausting. And with Isaac telling me he wanted to be a singer - I just needed a break.

I pulled the pack of cigarettes from pocket, lighting it before lifting it to my lips. I tried to ignore the voices in my head which were repeating my mom's words of how smoking would kill me, and breathed in the thousands of chemicals which would probably contribute to my death later in life.

You'd think a kid whose dad died from lung cancer would know better than to smoke, but nope. That wasn't the case for me. Sometimes even I wondered if I had been dropped as a baby. 

I took a huge drag, before holding the cigarette away from me. I hated the smile. Hated. It was the reason why I reeked of cologne most of the time, to disguise the stench of the smoke. 

Suddenly, the cigarette was snatched from my hand, and stomped upon. I looked at the cigarette thief in annoyance.

'Hey, I was smoking!' I protested, beyond frustrated by the interruption - and even more irritated by the stomping of my cigarettes. It was expensive, and I was a few cents away from broke. Suddenly, they looked up - glaring at me. Icy blue eyes. 'Jasmine,' I said softly. 

'Why are you smoking?' she demanded, looking absolutely furious despite her being the one who put out my cigarette while I was still smoking it. 'Isn't Jessica a doctor?' I stared at her, pushing my hair back in a nervous fashion. 

'Why are you on first name basis with my mom?' I asked. This was beyond strange, how did everyone in my family except for me, know her. She waved away my question, like it didn't matter. Which it probably didn't.

'Just because you're a "bad boy",' she said, using finger quotations at bad boy, 'doesn't mean you have to smoke.' I rolled my eyes - did she think I do it just for my reputation? 

'I do it because I want to, but if you hate it so much - I won't do it in front of you,' I paused. Why did I say that? She probably thought I liked her or something - which I definitely didn't. Trying to ignore what my stupid mouth had blurted; I examined her appearance.

If she was pretty before - she was goddamn gorgeous now. She wore a blue dress, which was modest compared to the scraps of fabric most other girls wore. The dress was short - stopping a few inches above her knees, displaying much of her legs. It was off the shoulder - and showed absolutely no cleavage. 

Definitely a new thing, because there was no girl who didn't show all of their assets at a party. Despite that, I was sure Isaac wouldn't approve of her dress. Realizing I had been staring at her for much too long, and bit too creepily - I spoke. 

'How come you're here? Isaac told me you don't do parties.'

She frowned, not looking very happy upon hearing Isaac was talking about her to her friends. It wasn't really his fault - I had asked him. 

'Hailey had dragged me here -' She stopped for a second, and she looked... sad? Why was Jasmine sad? 'It doesn't, I'm going home.' And she started to walk away. 

I didn't want her to walk away, so I did another stupid thing. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back - and if I had pulled her just a little bit harder, she would've smacked into my chest. I liked that idea a little too much.

'What?' she snapped, glaring at me again, making her look very much Isaac's twin sister with the lethal glare she sent in my direction. 

'We live next-door to each other. Why don't you give me a ride?' She pulled herself away from me, easily since my grip was loose - and began walking away again, but not before flipping the bird. 

'Screw yourself.' Yep, I'm not getting that ride. Maybe for a good thing too, since if I left, Isaac would have to drive himself home - and I didn't want him to crash my car. It didn't stop me from trying one last time.

'Do you want me to drive drunk!' I shouted.

She stopped. Okay, what was happening? Had it actually worked? To my surprise, she turned with a defeated look on her face - gesturing for me to follow. I smirked, shocked that I was victorious.

'I'm doing it for Eli,' she stated as I followed him.

'I'm never getting used to that,' I muttered. And from the slight smile on her face, I could tell she heard me.

Maybe changing wasn't as bad as I first though?

A/N:

Who liked this chapter? It was really difficult to be honest - and what do you think of Isaac's ambitions to become a singer? I think I'll have to get a chapter in which we revisit that idea - but for now, we're focusing primarily on Cameron.

Oh yeah - and the smoking thing.

DON'T SMOKE KIDS.

I definitely don't smoke, but my dad does. It's pretty bad. He spends so much money on smoking, and I... Me and my brother haven't exactly managed to get him to stop yet, so don't smoke. You'll get addicted. The nicotine is very addictive. They made me make a whole brochure on why someone should stop smoking. I got a bunch of quotes to like 'Smoking Stops Itself' and other ones. They're all pretty dark.

Anyways... today it's joke. Jokes sounds right, but it's only one joke until someone tells me otherwise. Okay so the joke is...

You.

Just kidding. The actual joke is;

What's the difference between hungry and horny?

You ask why.

Where you stick the cucumber.

I told this joke to someone, and even after I explained it - they still didn't get it. I hate explaining jokes - it takes the humor from the joke.

It's even worse when they don't laugh - or have a proper reaction to the joke. Like my mom, she doesn't get jokes at all. Or some people, they understand the joke but they simply say 'ok' instead of reacting.

Annoys me so much.

Anyways, now that I'm done ranting - I will bid thou farewell.