Cammie woke up early the next day. She had spent most of the night laying wake in her bed staring up at the ceiling and seeing faces in the piles of close and junk scattered around her room. It had been a rough Friday. She and Ramsey walked in totally unprepared. They had forgotten to match up their stories about how they even started dating. He had come to find her in the library to escape incessant questioning from his friends and their peers.

"There, now we can get our story straight." he had continued after he had successfully earned himself a detention so she wouldn't have spend it all alone, "People want answers, Ivy and we can't say anything until we know what we're really doing here."

She hated to admit that Ramsey was right about anything. She had written that he was the epitome of a high school asshole and she believed it. He had nothing but pester her like a nat for the past forty-eight hours and yet... and yet she had felt something weird in her stomach that he had got detention to be with her.

It was stupid and grossly cliche at best, which was why had spent the whole detention either ignoring him or bickering with him. They had gotten absolutely no where with their time together after school. Not that planning out the details of their fake relationship would have been very smart considering they would have literally been in school amongst their peers. That, Cammie could graciously admit was something Ramsey had been wrong about.

Still the two of them answering everyone's questions with the high school student equivalent of 'No comment' couldd not go on much longer. They had to sort out the details of their relationship. Cammie was still finding it hard to believe that Ramsey had come up with this idea let along decided to go along with it. Ramsey Stone, the Ramsey Stone was dating Cammie Haveryard. Or at least 'dating' her. Which was why she and Ramsey had decided to meet up today to get their story straight.

When she saw the light finally seeping around the edges of her curtains she relished in the appropriate hour to get up and take shower without having to justify the early hour to her father.

She hurried across the hall and into the bathroom, not bothering to bring an outfit with her, as her mind was preoccupied. She turned on the water and looked in the mirror; she yanked her fingers though her hair to get the tangles out before it got wet, which from her experience tended to make knots worse. She went under the cabinet, sorting through all the bottles and tubs and tubes of moisturisers and creams. When she finally decided on a coconut sent she placed it on the sink next to her towel before getting into the shower.

Fully moisturised and feeling refreshed Cammie threw on a pair of grey sweats that had Miss Patty's Dance printed in black sparkle down the legs in fancy script and paired it with a pale pink crop top. She headed into the kitchen and made herself a Nutella sandwich, her personal favourite breakfast, which was why she finished it within three minutes and headed out into the corridor.

She grabbed her phone and headphones, slipped on a pair of old flip flops and went through the white door that lead into the garage. Cammie flicked the switch and light flooded the room as cool air filled her lungs and clung to her pale skin. Her eyes fell onto the blue car sat in the centre of the concrete room which was scattered with boxes holding wires and jumper cables and red plastic cans filled petrol. Cammie's dad always liked to be on the safe side, never wanted to run out. He had an electricity generator in the corner, but all of these things were left un-noticed by Cammie. She pressed the button that rose the garage door. Cammie washed her mom's car every Saturday and it was a Saturday.

She grabbed the black bucket and squeezed soap into the bottom before going around the side of the house and filling it to brim. Once her head phones were in, the rubber gloves on and the music playing she got to work. Since she had decided to stop writing her feelings down, she was hoping this would bring her some relief from her anxiety.

Ramsey stopped his motorcycle in front of the house. His eyes taking in the street and well manicured neighbourhood. He took off his helmet and shook out his hair leaving it in messy casual waves. He had stopped caring what it looked like once he got his motorcycle. When he first started riding it he would still take 20 minutes to style it, to make it 'perfectly messy', but then he realized that the helmet just ruined his hard work and decided to settle for just regular messy. Besides Cammie wouldn't care. He started to head towards to the house, but he caught a glimpse of a blond head out of the corner of his eye.

She didn't notice the boy leaning against the entrance as she concentrated on rubbing the yellow sponge in a circular motion on the hood of the car, swaying her hips to the beat of the song blasting in her ears. Ramsey watched her as she bit her lip and closed her eyes and danced around the car, whipping her blonde hair back and forth the tips were wet from her leaning over the bucket. They wiped her in the face, but she just ignored them. Ramsey couldn't hold it in any longer, he started to chuckle before he started to walk towards her. Her back was towards him and he noticed how baggy the sweats were on her. She was so tiny; he reached out and grabbed her shaking hips. Cammie spun around and slapped her attacker's chest. She toppled backwards onto the wet car and brought her leg up between Ramsey's legs. His hand reached out and caught it before it made impact.

"Whoa there, Ivy League, you could have crippled me." he said with a faltering tone as he thought of how much that actually could have hurt. Cammie let out a shaky breath and shook her head.

"I thought you were an axe murderer!" Cammie hissed, clasping the sponge in one hand causing the soapy liquid to seep out and coat her fingers and with the other she ran her fingers through her hair. Ramsey laughed

"An axe murderer? Ivy, if I was an axe murderer, I would have come while you were sleeping," he said a smirk gracing his lips, his eyes had that glint in them Cammie couldn't stand. She slid back off the roof of the car. The October air blew at her wet skin and she peered over her shoulder at her wet butt. She frowned up at Ramsey.

"Look at this!" She said avoiding his remark and gesturing to her wet bottom.

"I am," Ramsey said with a smirk and Cammie blushed before shooting him a scathing look.

"Why are you here?" She said trying to untangle her ear phones which had fallen out when she was startled. Ramsey's eyebrows rose.

"Um, we said that we would meet up today." he said with a shrug and leant onto the car, realizing too late that it was wet. He jumped away and shook out his arm. Cammie rolled her eyes at his actions.

"Oh! Right, yeah I forgot, I mean I didn't forget I just didn't know when, I didn't realise we said now." she walked around and dropped the sponge in the bucket and wiped her hands on her sweats to dry them off. She turned back around to face him and they stood in silence.

"So..." Ramsey mumbled taking a step towards her.

"Oh! Right!" Cammie repeated with a giggle "Come inside, I made a list."

"You made a list?"

"Yes I made a list. Its a common thing for fake relationships to have boundaries and rules. Haven't you read a book before?" Cammie said with a nod as she opened the door to the house and kicked off her flip-flops. Ramsey stepped into the house and looked around. This was where Cammie lived, where she came when she was happy or when she was sad, this was where she celebrated and cried. He took in the tan and pale blue colour scheme; it seemed to reflect the cool collected face that Cammie wore so often. It was really relaxing.

"This is your house?" Ramsey asked

"Mhm, wait here while I go get the list." Cammie ran off down the hall and Ramsey was left alone, or so he thought. Paisley came out of the kitchen. George was cooking breakfast because it was a weekend, the only time he cooked anything. She smiled when she saw Ramsey and pinched her cheeks slightly to bring a bit of colour to them.

"You must be Ramsey," she said as Ramsey turned around she flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Ramsey nodded, "That's me." he said patting himself on the chest.

"Cammie talks about you a lot." Paisley glanced knowingly in her sister's direction.

Ramsey visibly perked up at those words, "Really?"

"Yes! You're the one who gave her that silly nick name! The one that makes her cheeks turn red whenever I tease her about it." She said with a wink and Ramsey grinned in self satisfied amusement. First of all, Cammie's little sister was flirting with him, and second, Cammie talked about him a lot. That was a shock, although for some reason he didn't seem to mind.

As Cammie appeared again she couldn't help but think he looked a little smug and grew suspicious of what her sister and him were talking about.

"Ha, that's me." he replied.

"Why do you like Cammie?" Paisley asked "What draws you to her?" Ramsey resisted the urge to let his mouth fall open. This girl was like 12 or something. She was straightforward. Thankfully, Cammie came down the hall and saved him from answering that. He relished in the silent relief. Was Cammie planning on extending this lie to her family too? He didn't know how far their charade was going to go for her, he would have to have a look at the list. Either way he hoped she would okay with meeting his family at some point.

She had changed into some white cotton shorts and a collard blue shirt. Her hair was up in a messy bun, little cork-screw curls were loose around her ears and forehead from getting them damp. She smiled when she saw them.

"Hey guys, Paisley I see you have officially met my boyfriend Ramsey." And that answered his question. Cammie had every intention to take this fake relationship the whole way. If her family knew then she would be okay with his family knowing or at least the members that cared.

"Yes, I like him Cam, he's a keeper." She flicked her hair again in a way only an eighth grader would think wasn't cringe, before heading back into the kitchen. Cammie led Ramsey into the living room and they sat down across from each other. Cammie held up her list.

"Your sister is charming." Ramsey couldn't help comment with a smirk,

"Yeah well..." Cammie trailed off not knowing what to say. He clearly had a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but she hadn't been privy to their conversation so she wasn't sure what he clearly thought was so funny. She just hoped it wasn't anything embarrassing for her, "So I have been thinking about this whole thing-"

"What thing?" Ramsey interrupted with an innocent voice, but when Cammie looked up from the paper his smirk gave him away, she glared at him before continuing.

"As I was saying, I was thinking about it so I decided that there needed to be some ground rules as well as a back ground story. So quick run through the story," she looked up and batted her eye lashes in mock flirtation. Well, sort of mockingly, "Our story." She said with an elastic smile. Ramsey was quite surprised at the urge he got to undo her hair and run his fingers through it when she looked him like that. It was sudden and unexpected; he almost blushed at its suddenness. Almost.

"So you asked me on our first date 2 weeks ago. I thought that it couldn't be too quick because I didn't trust you were over Al, but then at the same time it puts a month gap between you and Alana's breakup so it doesn't make it look like you haven't got a heart to everyone else either-" she paused and shrugged "Although I'm not sure what made me think you would care about that one anyway. So anyway, two weeks, three dates, and then you asked me to be your girlfriend which you announced to everyone so beautifully on Thursday." Ramsey grinned proudly and she cleared her throat, "Dates: first date you took me to the carnival. You know the one that goes on for the month of September? Second date we went out to dinner at Mr. Italia for pizza, FYI my favourite food is pizza and that's why you chose it, second is Nutella. Third date, you took me to the aquarium because you heard I love fish and the ocean and all that. Get it?"

"Got it."

"Good." They smiled at each other, before Cammie cleared her throat and looked back down at her list. She clutched it tighter like it was a safety blanket, "I figure we can learn more about each other along the way, don't want to know every detail about each other yet, it'll seem too staged. Okay now for the rules:

No talking to Jace and Gemma if I'm not around."

That one was easy, Ramsey had no desire to talk to Knight.

"We are limited to three public kisses. No more and for emergencies only."

Cammie looked at Ramsey over the top of the paper to give him a pointed look and saw that he was frowning.

"What?" she asked with an impatient sigh.

"Why three? That doesn't seem like enough. Will people really believe that we are a couple if we never touch each other in public?"

"I didn't say you couldn't touch me. Obviously you have to touch me, you and Alana used to grope each other in the hallways. No one would believe you wouldn't touch me. Plus Jace is... well he's going to be hard to convince."

Dear Reader,

Ramsey and Alana should be arrested to public indecency...

"Hey. Alana and I were within school rules..." He said pretending to be offended, "When teachers were around." He added with a boy-scout hand raised.

Cammie rolled her eyes, "My point exactly. However, there's more to a relationship than physical touch and my friends will certainly not believe that I would behave like that." she snapped.

"What exactly is an emergency? I'd feel much better if I creative freedom here and liberty to kiss you when it feels right." Feels right? Why did that make her stomach flutter? It should never feel right kissing Ramsey Stone, "Besides don't you want me to make Jace jealous?"

Cammie gasped, "No! That is the opposite of what I want you to do. I want you to make him think that I have no feelings for him. I want him to stay away from him romantically and he wouldn't be jealous even if you tried. But this all has to be as real as possible without getting any feelings involved." Ramsey simple leaned back on the couch, stretching like a cat with a belly full of creme. Cammie continued a little more hesitantly now, "I don't know what situation would be an emergency, but I think we'll know in the moment. An no- no artistic freedom for you." Cammie said pointing her pencil at him accusingly. Ramsey only seemed highly amused. He was clearly enjoying this, being able to push her buttons so easily.

"Okay but why three kisses?" he asked, seemingly genuinely curious, "Also does the one in the cafeteria the other day count?"

"Um, no we'll let that one slide. But, since you ask it's because we obviously need to kiss, but from many romance books these kind of things usually crash and burn. Three should keep us from..." she trailed off and couldn't look him in the eye anymore.

"From?" he prompted.

"From getting too caught up in the acting."

Silence for a moment before Ramsey chuckled softly, "Are you afraid I'm going to fall in love with you Cameron?" He asked as his voice took on a husky, devious tone.

Cammie frowned, "No. I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you." she stated, more badly than she thought she would and the shock on Ramsey's face made it all worth it. She couldn't even be embarrassed, it was her turn to smirk, "moving on and this is sort of an extension of rule two: No kissing in private.

Rule four, this one is important: Do not get caught with anyone else. Actually that sounds like a good way to eventually end the relationship. You can cheat on me!" She said with an excited grin. Ramsey shook his head looking appalled.

She thought she had been pretty generous with her rules. In an ideal situation she wouldn't want Ramsey to be all lovey-dovey with her. She had never been in a relationship before and truth was she wanted to save that kind of thing for the real thing not some lie, but she knew she had to make concessions for this to work. Three kisses and him not seeing other girls for a while would have to do.

"Absolutely not. I would never cheat on you. I don't cheat." He insisted vehemently.

Cammie snorted, "Sure."

However, hearing herself and the sincere look in Ramsey's eyes was sobering. Just how far had her opinion of him fallen since they used to be... kind of friends? It wasn't fair of her to make such an assumption.

"I don't."

"You're always flirting with other girls besides Al." she supplied lamely, but she felt the guilt creeping in. It was unfair of her to judge him like that.

"I would never cheat on Al, I mean I never did. I would never cheat on any girl. I wasn't flirting I was being nice. Besides, Al liked when other girls flirted with me so she could sweep in and snatch me away from them. Cheating is having some kind of intimate romantic relationship with another person than your partner and would never do that." Cammie stared at Ramsey in shock. The way he had emphasized the word "never" so many times, she had clearly offended him. She had always assumed that that mischievous glint he gave to girls so often meant so much more than just a flirtatious look. Flirting while you are in a relationship still wasn't something she wanted when he got her first real boyfriend, but if Alana want him to entertain it to feed her own twisted alpha complex that... no that was fucked up. On Alana's part. Especially since it was clear that Ramsey would normally not entertain such thing.

Wow. She was speechless, for a moment at least, "Well people think you would." She muttered.

"But I wouldn't." Ramsey said firmly. It was an end to the discussion.

"Well we can cross that bridge when we come to it." Cammie said exasperated. She made these rules and now Ramsey was ignoring them before they were even put in place. She could hear George cursing in the other room because he had burnt the eggs and was having to start again. He too could hear Cammie and a male voice in the other room.

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"Dad, Cammie has a boy around." Paisley said leaning on the counter right next to him. She could feel the heat from the pan.

"A boy?" he asked trying not to get distracted from the next batch of eggs he had started.

"Yes,"

"Jace?"

"No, his name is Ramsey. He's Cam's boyfriend."

"Boyfriend huh?"

"Yes and-"

"Boyfriend!" He wiped his hands on his apron and hurried into the living room. Cammie was sat on the arm of the chair Ramsey was in. She was holding a piece of pink paper to his face and pointing at it with an annoyed look on her face.

"Cammie?" Cammie looked up and smiled at her dad

"Hey Dad,"

"Are you going to introduce me to this strapping young lad?" he gestured, somewhat wildly to Ramsey.

Cammie blushed deeply and shook her head, "I don't think Ramsey really wants to do the whole introduction thing right now." She said quickly grabbing Ramsey and pulling him towards the front door. Ramsey started to protest and extended his hand to George.

"I'm Ramsey, Mr Haveryard, nice to meet yo-" Cammie shoved him out the front door and slammed it shut behind them.

"What do you think you are doing?" she growls, "I forgot to mention number 5. No speaking to my father unless I say so."

Ramsey smirked, "Okay," he said.

"Yes that's right! Wait what?"

"Okay, I respect number 5." He says turning and heading towards his motorcycle. Technically they had accomplished what they wanted so he could leave. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and kicked at a pebble on the pavement. He couldn't believe he had actually agreed to this. He was really helping Cammie. It's not a selfless act, his conscious screamed. It wasn't. He had a couple reasons for wanting to help Cammie, though helping himself was certainly somewhere close to the top. Part of it was he had been going out with Alana for so long neither of them knew how to be away from each other. He wanted her to know he had moved on and that he didn't want to get dragged into the same relationship again. It wasn't fair for either of them, it wasn't making them happy anymore. He wanted her to stop expecting him to come running when she called him, yes he did still care for her, but he didn't want to, not like that anymore. And the other reason, his mind continued. The other reason was the real reason...

"You're leaving?" Cammie asked suddenly, surprise in her voice. She didn't expect him to go.

"Yeah,"

"Fine." She said spinning around and storming back up to the house.

Ramsey stared after her, as she banged the blue door shut. He was never going to understand Cammie. One moment she was shoving him out the door the next she was surprised that he was leaving? Could he really do this? He laughed and shook his head. His eyes landed on a boy outside a few yards away. He held a newspaper in his hands a look of confusion on his face. Ramsey smirked at the kid who clearly was distraught having seen him with Cammie.

Yes, Cammie and his plan was going to work just fine. Although he wasn't sure Cammie was prepared for the results.

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Cammie woke up Monday morning with a groan. She was surprised when she checked her phone and saw that she had 5 unread text messages.

One from Jace: Want a lift?

Three from an unknown number:

Unknown to Cammie: Guess who ;)

Unknown to Cammie: Rise and shine sleepyhead

Unknown to Cammie: Wakey wakey Ivy xox

Cammie rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the smile on her face. She replied to Jace first

Cammie to Jace: Sure that would be great

She typed it and quickly hit send, she knew she would have to face Jace at some point; she hadn't left the house since Ramsey had left Saturday in order to avoid Jace, but she knew she couldn't do that forever. She shook her thoughts away from her best friend and opened her conversation with Ramsey.

Cammie to Unknown: How did you get this number?

There was an almost immediate response

Unknown: I have my ways ;P

Cammie to Unknown: well I'm up I hope you're happy!

Unknown to Cammie: I am thank you :)

Cammie to Unknown: Do you want something?

Unknown to Cammie: Nope.

Cammie to Unknown: ?

Unknown to Cammie: See ya Ivy xox

Cammie to Unknown: See you at School Ramsey xx

Two dings. A double text.

Unknown to Cammie: Love the kisses ;) xxxxxxxxxxx

Unknown to Cammie: hope they don't count towards my 3

Cammie to Unknown: You sent them first!

Unknown to Cammie: R you blushing?

Cammie to Unknown: Bye Ramsey

Unknown to Cammie: You are!

Unknown to Cammie: Ivy?

Unknown to Cammie: Cam?

Unknown to Cammie: Xox

Unknown to Cammie: ;)

Her phone kept dinging and each time it did it became harder to control her smile.