AN: Hi Everyone! I really hope you enjoy this! This is my first fanfiction but I love to write and plan on becoming a writer when I grow up so I really need the practice and REALLY need the reviews! I'll post as soon as I get 2 reviews! Oh, and I'll probably end up posting like every other day and not once a month like some other writers! I really like to write! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters or settings from the Gallagher Girl series! I own NOTHING! It's all Ally Carter!
Chapter 1: Who's that?
I walked through the door to the main hall and breathed in a deep breath, releasing it ever so slowly, almost suffocating myself. I choked on the breath and coughed. The room smelled of fresh bacon and croissants: the morning breakfast. I sat down next to my best friends in the world, Bex and Liz and rested my head on the table. Liz plopped down next to me without hardly making a sound as her hardly there butt hit the bench. "Cammie, are you ok?! Are you dying!" Liz wailed, checking my pulse, my breathing, and every other thing she had ever learned from medical class. "How many fingers am I holding up?" She asked, holding up two fingers.
"Liz..." I tried yet failed miserably.
"Just answer the question!" she practically yelled in my ear and waving the fingers in front of my eyes like I was blind. I groaned and put my head back on the table.
"Two," I said grouchily, "and I'm just tired Liz. Stop overreacting!" I felt bad after I said it because Liz gave me the most hurt puppy dog eyes I had ever seen. "Liz.... I'm sorry I yelled. I'm just tired, okay?" I smiled at her reassuringly. She beamed and dug into her bacon. I sighed and leaned back, happy that I could prevent another freak out.
"Cammie! Guess what!" Bex said, practically jumping on me. "I've got info!" She swung a small bug in front of my eyes and beamed proudly. My eyes got really wide.
"PLEASE tell me you didn't bug my mom's office!" I said staring at her. She looked away yet still looked proud.
"Okay. I didn't bug you're mom's office," She said trying not to smile. I groaned again.
"Fine. What did it find?" I asked hesitantly. She beamed and ducked her head in like she had something really good to say. (Which, considering who we're talking about, she probably did.)
"Blackthorne boys are coming!" She squealed. I felt my eyes get really big as I leaned back, to shocked to be happy. My insides were screaming, WHAT?! I couldn't breathe.
Liz leaned in and looked at the info that was on the paper Bex had scribbled notes on from the bug. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at a name.
Bex stopped beaming and looked down at the paper, "Hmm?" she said. Liz just focused in more.
"The name you wrote here. Who is that?" We all looked down and saw a name scrolled across the top along with the 15 boys who had shown up last semester. Israel Grey, the name read.
Bex shrugged and read the paper more closely. Something didn't feel right and I could tell that Liz could feel it, too. But Bex just slowly put the paper down, giving us that evil smile I had come to know and dread.
"You have a plan, don't you?" I asked carefully, dreading and yet loving the upcoming answer all at once.
Bex rolled her eyes and and flipped her hair the way MAcey McHenry had taught us how to do. She scoffed, "Please! Don't I always have a plan?"
And just then the doors were thrown open and 16 boys walked in, looking so sure of themselves, I could have slapped them. But instead, I froze as my eyes met the boy who had, only four months ago, kissed me and left. Zach smiled his cocky smile that I hated so much and I froze, just like I had twice last semester, and waited as he made his way toward me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.