To Be Determined

Chapter 1

I think everyone needs to realize the truth. Boys in high school are just that, boys. We, I, constantly wish for a love like in the movies or a Nicholas Sparks novel but the truth is you almost 90% WON'T find it in high school.

That's why I'm glad I've finally graduated.

See, being an average high school girl is easy. In high school, everything is a competition. Boys want to see who can get the hottest girl and girls want to be THE hottest girl. Average gives you opportunity to not have to even try. It can be lonely.

For me, I've enjoyed being average. It's allowed me to not be bothered. I have my friends and that's all I need. Well, all I needed. Now I kind of wish I had more.

High school was honestly a waste of time for me. I learned a lot about how much I hate people. Also, learned a lot of useless information that I can't even tell you about even though I only graduated two months ago. There is, however, one thing high school has benefitted me with. That's Cam Foster.

Now, you might think this is about to be some sappy love story where I'm in love with Cam and he doesn't notice me at all. I'm actually not even close to being IN love with him. Yes, I love him but he's my friend. I'm grateful to have him in my life. He made high school as fun as you can. His dad, however, has benefitted me a lot more with his pocket book.

That probably sounds really selfish but let me explain. Being my average self in an average family who has an average amount of income, I can't really do what I want with my future. I want to take my bags and travel 600 miles north to go to school at NYU. I want to buy an apartment over looking Central Park. I want to travel. I want to film. I want a lot more than average can get you.

Cam isn't average and neither is his dad. His father owns a multimillion dollar company that works with computer software and Cam is all around great. He's got a great personality. It's hard to find someone at our school who didn't like him. He could've been awesome at sports if he had played his last two years. He stopped once he realized how a lot of high school athletes acted and didn't want to be labeled like them.

Here comes the "oh you totally have a thing for him" but I DONT part: Cam Foster is very attractive. You would think every girl would be knocking on his door begging for a chance with him. I mean he's got a nice figure, dark brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. Also, did I mention his dad's loaded? But, there really weren't many girls who even tried. Cam kept his space from the world just like I had. We're not loners. We have friends. It's just hard to be friends with people who can't see eye to eye with you. Whenever a girl who didn't genuinely want to know him tried to hit on him, he'd let them down gently.

We grew up in a country town in Northern Georgia. Boys go huntin' and fishin'. I think the letter "g" was hard for a lot of people to learn because it never seemed to be used. The girls wear cowgirl boots and camo. It really is a beautiful city. That is, if you love cow pastures, corn fields, and nothing to do but "huntin" and "fishin".

The people here never really leave either. My sophomore year the marching band got to preform in Hollywood. The moment we got on the plane everyone was freaking out. I remember sitting next to Cam and trying to calm people down. No one in the band had traveled anywhere far enough to need to go by plane so they were all terrified. It was kind of funny actually. Not funny in the "oh they're terrified way" but more like "this is kind of pathetic". It just seemed so weird that they wouldn't want to travel or never had and they were in high school.

I didn't want to spend my whole life in a small town with nothing to do and neither did Cam. That's why meeting him was the best thing ever. He was the one person I could completely relate to. I could, and still can, tell him everything and I know he'd understand.

I met Cam in biology freshman year. Our biology teacher made everyone sit in alphabetical order by first name. My name by the way is Danielle so I sat right behind him. This was a problem. I could never see because the kid is a giant. Everyday I'd tap his shoulder and ask him to slouch or scoot to the side a little.

After three days of this being our only conversation, he turned to me and actually responded with more than "sure".

"You're hitting on me." He smiled and my face got red. It wasn't true but it still made me blush. "You wish Godzilla. I'm just trying to get an education. Your big heads in the way."

"One suitcase? You're crazy. There's no way you got it all in one suitcase."

"Cam. I told you I don't have any clothes. Your food pantry is bigger than my closet." I watched his face for a moment. It was kind of funny to see how surprised he looked. He'd been to my house and in my room before. Plus, I wore the same stuff constantly.

"I brought three suitcases." He laughed as he helped me load my bag in the trunk of his fathers car. It was a nice car but I have no knowledge on cars to even tell you the brand.

"That's because you're a girl."

It was our final night in Georgia. Cam and I were hopping on the first plane out of Harts-field Jackson Airport in Atlanta in the morning. Most of our friends were headed to UGA and Georgia Tech for college but not us. Cam got excepted into NYU and I almost did.

I had one last shot to officially become a student all I had to do was win a the NYC youth film festival.

"Oh by the way. When do I get to see your movie?" I was following Cam up the stairs from his garage to the living room as he spoke.

"When we get there." I'd pushed off showing him for the last month. "I'm still not sure that it's ready. It's gotta be perfect to win and I don't think it's quite there yet."

"You keep saying that." I could tell by his tone that he was annoyed. I had the same excuse every time he asked but I couldn't help it. This film could make or break me and I'd prefer it be the first.

"That's because it's true." We were in his kitchen by now. I pulled out a seat at the counter and sat as he opened the fridge. "It's got to be perfect or I'll be back here talking to cows and you'll be dancing with hookers in a club in Times Square." This might have been a little dramatic but it's how I felt.

"So what you're saying is: if this film isn't perfect you'll become a cow whisperer and I'll become a walking, talking, city STD." I watched as he grabbed a soda from the fridge and tossed me a bag of pretzels from the pantry.

I could almost picture it in my mind. I'd become a hippy and sit in a cow pasture humming as cows stared at me. It seemed almost too real. "Yeah pretty much." I laughed as I tossed a hand full of pretzels in my mouth.

"You don't think I could survive without you? You think the city would take me over."

"No I think the girls would."

"Then you better let me see it because I'm too good looking to die young." He reached his hand in the bag, took out a few pretzels, and smirked. "And I'd feel bad for those damn cows."

"Ha. Ha. You're hilarious." Truth was I really did feel like this would be my reality. Not that exact situation but I did feel like it was going to flop. For a while, I'd almost convinced myself not to even go. At one point, I planned on telling Cam that I'd changed my mind and was going to attend school in Savannah. He probably would've picked me up and carried me all the way to New York so there was really no point. I had to try, but, when I fail, I'm blaming him 100%.

"We need to do one last thing before we leave. Well, besides say bye to people." His tone completely changed from how it was only seconds before. It was no longer a mocking, joking time but more gentle and soft.

"Yeah? And what's that?" He still hadn't eaten the pretzels in his hand. He was just staring at them, looking at me, and then looking back to them.

"You'll see." His mouth curved slightly up, almost, but not fully, making a smile, and eyes looked to me once more. I couldn't quite tell if he was actually happy or just trying to decide. I just stared back.

He looked away, stuffed the pretzels in his mouth. "And I'll see."