hi :) i've wanted to write something with this plot for a while; hopefully it's not horrible. to get a few things out of the way, cam and zach are spies, but gallagher is co-ed. preston and cammie are best friends, and cammie isn't a chameleon anymore. as for the rest of the changes, you will have to find out yourself ;) hope you like it.

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your past-times
consisted of a strange, twisted and deranged
& i love that little game you have called
'crying lightning'

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[ - senior's common room; before breakfast - ]

"So, what's the verdict, P?" Cameron Morgan asked, placing herself on the arm of the chair her best friend was occupying and peering at the book he was studying. "First day of school, we better do it now. Do my eyes deceive me, or is the title of that chapter Pick-Up Lines: When To Use Them?"

Preston Winters snapped the book shut and stuffed it into his bag as Cammie collapsed into a fit of laughter, throwing her hair back and closing her eyes, causing every single guy in the room to gaze at her with slight longing (if they weren't already.) "Piss off," he told her. "It was a gift."

Cammie ignored him and pulled the book back out of his school bag, looking at the title. "10 Easy Steps From Zero to Hero, A Guide To Charming Women—oh, that's a lovely picture that doesn't objectify females at all," Cammie remarked, looking disgusted and dropping the book back on the table.

Preston grabbed it protectively while scoffing at Cammie's comment. "Honestly, Cam, if you think that's bad, you should hear Tony and his pals talking in the locker room. You'd probably stab something, and considering half of it's about you, they'd probably be on the receiving end."

She shrugged. "But their opinions are insignificant, and they're not being paid for them, as the author of that ridiculous book is," she pointed out. "Pres, if you wanted girl help, all you'd have to do is ask me. That's what I'm here for. And also to laugh at you when you do stupid things." Then, she laughed at the book again.

Preston made a strange guttural grunt.

"But c'mon, what's this year going to be? I have something good, figured since this is the last time we can do this, it should be fun," Cammie said. She was talking, of course, about the annual exchange of dares Cammie and Preston set, to be completed sometime before the school year ended. Whoever completed the dare first won, and the loser had to pay up, generally in the form of booze and takeout.

The cornflower blue eyes of Preston narrowed mischievously as a smirk spread across his lips. "Right," Preston said slowly, "I almost forgot about that." Except he said it in a way that made it obvious he had not forgotten at all.

Cammie looked intrigued, and crossed her legs in anticipation. She had won the bet for the past four years, and was eager for another five hundred dollars worth of alcohol and pot stickers being delivered to her dorm room.

"You go first, though," Preston said.

Cammie sighed, but shook it off and told Preston solemnly, "Have sex with Macey."

Preston's smirk was wiped right off his face as soon as the words came out of her mouth. He sputtered, "M-Macey McHenry?" and he wiped his hands on his trousers, as if preemptively getting nervous.

The honeysuckle blonde rolled her eyes. "No, the other Macey you want to sleep with. Yes, McHenry."

"I do not want to sleep with her—" Preston tried to protest, but Cammie waved a bored hand, remarking, "Right, so, the picture of a girl in her bikini under your pillow isn't Macey, and you don't jack off to it every night?"

"She hates me!" Preston cried out wildly. "I'm not even imagining it anymore! She told me, I hate you."

"I think you're forgetting the point of this challenge—it has to be a challenge," Cammie said. "Anyway, you haven't even heard the conditions yet."

"Right, like I need it to be harder than it already is," Preston grumbled.

"Macey has to be 100% sober, 100% consenting, and she has to enjoy it," Cammie ticked off, smiling brightly at Preston's crumpled facial expression. "Not that you're the type of guy to Roofie a poor girl—"

"Macey, poor—ha,"Preston muttered.

"—but since you're already taking tips from a book that thinks pick-up lines can be successful, it's just a precaution." Preston continued to look like he was in pain. "So what's mine?"

The smirk returned suddenly, and Preston grinned broadly. "Well, you only have one condition, which is he has to say it and mean it," Preston began, and the side of Cammie's mouth twitched—she was anticipating the dare greatly, "and you're to make Zachary Goode fall in love with you."

thoughts? tell me :)