A/N: Here's the first chapter for my new story… Tell me if I should write it or not, ahe? Anyhoo if I do write it I think the COC will be in this story.

Cammies POV:

I have always praised myself for being the Chameleon, CIA legacy (though no one knows that I know that.). I have always been proud of my talent to go un-noticed by all those around me; after all for a spy there is no greater asset than to be a pavement artist. Unfortunately that afternoon as I sat on the edge of the fountain in the mall waiting for the girls to come out of a store, I couldn't help but feel a slight bit too invisible. Especially with the scene unfolding before me, I felt far too non-existent. I sighed and I slammed the book that I was supposedly 'reading' shut. I stood up and pushed through the crowd elbowing people of every age out of the way. I excused myself to the few who let out indignant remarks and shouts of surprise. I finally got through the thick throng of humans and all heads turned in my direction expectantly, thinking that after my fight to get through I would have a solution to 'save the day'. Instead I glanced at the people in the middle of the circle while I was pulling out my wallet. I then turned to the stand beside me and gave my order while handing my five dollar bill to the young stand boy. The boy was dazedly handing me back my change while staring at the people before us.

"Keep the change," I said as I glanced over my shoulder at the guys in the middle. "You're going to need it." I then realized he had been handing me a ten dollar bill. Darn I could have earned five dollars, oh well next time perhaps.

I was preparing to leave with my 'moose tracks' ice cream when I saw all the incredulous looks I was receiving from the spectators. I licked my ice-cream and shrugged.

"Can't a girl get an ice-cream?" I protested, of course it was just my luck that the ice-cream stand happened to be the center of attention or more like next to the center of attention.

I huffed and stamped away as people made way for me to pass. I guess by now you're wondering what in the world all this was about. Well to be brief my name is Cameron Ann Morgan or Cammie or Cam or even Camster for some, code name: The Chameleon, daughter of Rachel Morgan, headmistress of Gallagher Academy and of Mathew Morgan, MIA. As for what is happening right now well that my friends is for another day.

Even though my mother is headmistress of the best girl school in the United States if not the world I have never attended that boarding school. I know that it is actually a spy school which is why I want to go but my mom doesn't know I know. That's why every time I plead to go there she says, "Do you really want to go to a school filled with rich snobby girls just to be closer to me and to spend more time with me, Kiddo?" At that I shrug and shake my head. We have this discussion everytime she comes back for the holidays or some weekends. I happen to also be aware of the fact that Blackthorne is Gallagher's brother school and that it is just like Gallagher except for boys and has a much less desirable cover. I found out where Gallagher Academy is but I can't get a single lead on Blackthorne even when I hacked into my mom's files. As far as the world is concerned Blackthorne doesn't exist. I do know that it isn't that far away from where I live which is a small town in Main.

All my mom and aunt accept to teach me is how to fight (In case I'm attacked by drunken men in the street.) so I have to learn everything else on my own. I'm doing a pretty good job at that by the way: I have learnt 14 different languages, 123 ways to kill a man with random objects (i.e.: a toothpick), I learnt the world map by heart and country cultures to be able to blend, I know the history of almost every country, I practice brush passes and tailing on strangers in the street. That's about it I think.

I finally found my friends ogling at a store window and stood by them licking my ice-cream. As I was pondering on how in the world they managed to drag me to the mall I noticed a group of boys start walking in my direction. When they took a couple more steps forward I turned left so that all they could see was my profile, I then threw a quick glance at Bex, Liz and Macey who were so absorbed in debating who should get the purse in the window display that they didn't notice the handsome group of five guys heading our way. I smiled and shook my head slightly. The boys arrived by me and they grinned.

"Hey I'm Alex." The first boy said. He had blond hair and sea blue eyes.

"I'm Grant." The Greek god resembling guy beside him said.

"And I'm Nick and that's Jonas." The light brown haired boy with hazelnut eyes said pointing to the cute but slightly nerdy looking boy with glasses.

I gave small waves to each of them (You know when you lift your hand a bit and wiggle two fingers? No? Oh well.) I then peered around them and saw the best looking boy of all: He had dark hair, almost black and emerald green eyes. I noticed how all the guys looked very muscular especially him and Grant. Emerald eyes glared at me then turned away slightly. I shrugged deciding that he didn't seem to be the type of guy I would like.

"Oh well that's Zach." Alex informed me but I showed him with a simple look that I couldn't care less.

"Cammie, nice to meet you."

I licked my ice-cream and saw all four boys glance down at my mouth. Imagining the hormonal thoughts that were probably passing through there male teenager minds just by the expression on their faces I snapped my mouth shut, blushing slightly.

"Anyway I thought that your buying ice-cream scene was rather funny." Nick stated.

My eyes widened in realization. "Oh my Gosh! You were the guys in the circle! What in the world were you guys thinking?" I exclaimed.

"Well see we were just doing our job when that-" Grant started before being interrupted by none other than the idiot Zach.

"It doesn't matter; it's none of your business is it? We can do whatever we want as far as I'm concerned." He stated roughly.

I glared at him in return. I knew I wasn't going to like him. Why does he have to be so good looking? As if he could read my mind he smirked and looked away once more.

"Still that was pretty stupid of you guys." I continued and they just shrugged.

I was suddenly tugged by my arms by Bex and she threw my delicious ice-cream in the bin as she dragged me into the store.

Zachs POV:

I knew we should have been more careful. Grant almost gave us away to that girl. I don't even want to start thinking about what we would have had to do if that civilian had found out what we were. Luckily her friend saved us by pulling the girl into the store. I walked away without waiting to see if the boys were following me because I knew that since they were no longer distracted by the girl they would follow me. We walked out of the mall and I saw it was starting to get dark. I looked up at the sky and saw the moon peeking out from behind a heavy grey cloud.

"Hey man, why were you being so mean to Cammie?" Grant asked.

So that was her name I hadn't been listening to her speak. If there's something I learnt at Blackthorne and after being abandoned by my mom was that being close to civilians or any girl would only put them in danger. I would only ever end up hurt or the girl would so I kept my distances.

"Because it's not a good idea to socialize with civilians during CovOp mission." I stated in a hard voice.

Grant stopped walking next to me and froze. I turned to look at him with a questioning gaze.

"Wow… You're so not over-" He started.

"What? Yes I am. If you're talking about what my mother did last time then you're wrong I am very much over it." I said forcefully.

Grant shook his head knowing that I was lying. He then took the lead and as he passed a small alley behind the mall a hand reached out and caught him by the neck pulling him sideways. I raced forward and saw men in black running around the alley. I recognized some men from older CovOps and immediately took on two men at once. I lifted my shirt and pulled out my practice gun with a silencer on it. I cocked the gun and shot two men down, who were wearing the perfect of amount of protection but fell to the floor pretending to be dead. I shot another man in the chest when I heard a blood curling scream and turned to see a girl with her bags dropped on the floor, her hands covering her mouth. I groaned, this just had to happen.

Bexs POV:

"Macey where the bloody hell is she?" I hissed.

"How should I know? She said she was meeting us here in five minutes but it's been 8 minutes and 32 seconds so far." Macey said searching the crowd with a worried expression.

"Liz did you notice any suspicious people in the mall?" I questioned.

She shook her head. "No but I noticed some CIA agents and a quite a lot of guys with coms." She said, sounding nervous.

"You don't think…?" Macey trailed off.

It was my turn to shake my head. "No never at least not here. We've got to call Mrs. Morgan."

Liz pulled out her phone and was in the middle of pressing dial when we heard an ear piercing scream. I glanced at the girls and we ran in the direction of the alley way behind the mall.

Cammies POV:

I was walking to the alley that led to the area where I had parked my car. It was getting dark so I wanted to hurry. I was turning a corner when I heard an odd muffled sound. I stopped in my tracks as I saw the boys from earlier shooting men dressed in black. Now I may be training myself to be a spy, I may go to the shooting range of this town with Bex from time to time but I was in no way ready to face the scene before me. So instead of fighting I did what any girl would do: I screamed. Of course most girls would have ran after that but I was too much under the shock.

"What the hell is she doing here?" One guy asked.

"Well this isn't a slight bit awkward is it?" Another said.

I noticed how all the men and boys had stopped their fight and turned to face me. Some were glaring, some were worried and others were confused.

"What do we do? She saw us?" Jonas asked Zach.

"We take her in." He stated coldly.

My head flew from side to side looking for a friendly face. I then turned on my heels and ran for my life. Arms wrapped around my waist and I fell to the floor with a scream, then someone gagged my mouth.

"Why the heck does no one have napotine patches?!" Someone shouted.

"Doesn't matter when we get back Joe 'll erase her memory."

I was then tripping and falling over my feet as they pushed me forward. I glanced to the side and saw Macey, Bex and Liz racing towards me, their hair flowing in the wind. I was carefully placed in the van.

"Dude there is no way we are going to get an A now. Thanks to that girl."

"Her name's Cammie, idiot." I spat as I looked down at the terrified girl by my feet.

I felt horrible for being the one inflicting that fear but in a couple of hours it would only be a dream she couldn't remember. This was why he would never care for a girl because they would always end up scared of him or hate him. I sighed as her eyes darted to mine and she stared in mine deeply. Our gaze stayed glued together and I felt my stomach twist. I quickly glanced away after a minute or so. I didn't like the way she made me feel, the way she made me forget the time or her how gaze was filled with hatred, surprise and… pity? Why would she pity me she was the one being kidnapped after all? Well not really but she didn't know that.

The teachers had brought Cammie back home and placed her on her bed so no one would know a thing. I knocked on Joe's door.

"Come in." He called.

I hesitated and walked in slowly. If you ever went to Joe's office it was a pretty bad sign. Even if I came here more often than others since Joe was my legal guardian it didn't make me coming in here good. He smiled and I stepped back, I had been expecting to be reprimanded for letting a civilian interfere with a mission.

"Zach I see you have received my note." I nodded. "Good, now I need you to choose four of your most trusted friends to accompany you on a mission."

"Grant, Jonas, Alex and Nick." I said without missing a beat.

"I had a feeling you would pick them. You and your roommates will be going on a mission for the rest of the school year to Carlton High School."

I was taken aback by that: out of everything I was expecting going on a year long mission to the nearest town's high school was not one of them. I cleared my throat.

"And why exactly do you want me and the guys to go there?" I asked smirking.

"Zach I need you to keep an eye on Cammie and make sure she doesn't remember a thing from last night. Can you do that?" He asked urgently.

"Yeah sounds simple enough." I shrugged.

"Oh Zach, Cammie is a lot of things but simple is not one of them." He said shaking his head with a small smile playing on his lips.

"What do you mean?" I inquired, squinting my eyes slightly.

"This may be one of your most active High school years yet and we both know you've had your fair share of excitement in your 17 years of life." He stated.

I nodded. "What's so important about that civilian girl Joey?"

"She's not a simple civilian Zach: she's Cammie Morgan, daughter of Rachel and Mathew Morgan."

My eyes widened and I stood up suddenly turning to leave. "I can't do this; assign this mission to someone else. There are lots of guys that would gladly take my place."

I reached the door. "No one can do a better job at protecting her than you Zach. She's untrained she doesn't know anything about her heritage or her parents profession."

"Joe I can't do this she'd probably be in more danger if I took care of her protection." I said forcefully.

"You know that's not true, you know better than anyone the way she thinks. After all don't you both think the same way?" He asked, insisting on the she: I knew who he was talking about, if only I didn't.

"That was a long time ago Joe." I stated quietly.

"Not that long ago actually. Now go get the boys you're going tonight wether you like it or not."

Cammies POV:

I woke up with the worst head ache ever. I took a pill and then put on my short dark green lace dress and flat brown boots I took my bag and burnt my toast. I ate them anyway on my way out. I locked the door biting into my nutella covered toast. I stopped mid stride down the front porch steps and saw people moving into the house next door. I saw a man and woman looking at me then they went inside the house. I shrugged and took note to stop by their house on the way home. I would buy some cookies or a cake since there was no way I was going to bake my own. I hurried down the street stuffing the last of my gross tasting burnt toast in my mouth. I then pulled out my pocket mirror and wiped my mouth clean. I popped a mint gum in my mouth since I hadn't had time to brush my teeth and raced through the halls of my school. Bursting through the class doors, flushing and panting.

I closed my locker door and jumped slightly at the sight of the boy next to me.

"Hey I'm Grant and that's Nick, Alex, Jonas and Zach." He said nodding in the direction of each boy.

I could see some girls throwing me envious glances.

I smiled at them. "I'm Cammie nice to meet you. So I'm taking it you're the new guys every single girl is talking about?"

"Yep." He said popping the p. "So we were wondering if you would like to show us around."

"Speak for yourself." I heard Zach mutter.

I glared at him. "I heard that, you might want to learn how to be discreet." I said bitterly.

The boys looked at me surprised as if I shouldn't have understood him. Only then did I realize that Zach had spoken in Chinese. I swore under my breath in Farsi. I closed my eyes hoping they hadn't heard my second slip up, I had to get away from them they were confusing me. I opened my eyes to meet Zach's emerald orbs gazing at me intently. My heart stopped for a second and suddenly the world was spinning as I saw a scene unfold in my mind.

I was stuffed in the back of a van, something that I couldn't identify in my mouth. I glanced around and caught the boy's gaze. We stared at each other and I saw pain and regret fill those beautifully enchanting green eyes.

I shook my head to rid myself of that thought I had after all only just met the dude. There was no possible way that this "memory" was true. I took a step back and as I looked up at him I had another flash in my mind of staring into those green orbs.

"I- I- I have t-to go…" I said resting my hand against the lockers. I then turned suddenly and ran into an open locker door that slammed shut on the impact. I excused myself to the girl - or was it a guy? - and ran as if my life depended on it. I tripped on some invisible obstacle and dropped my book. Some boy was about to step on it.

"Watch where you're going!" I hollered at him and he stumbled, shocked at my outburst. It's a fact that I am not usually the type to shout or be rude but I wasn't myself right now.

I grabbed my book and ran all the way home I locked the house door behind me and slammed my bedroom door shut dropping to my bed. I caught my breath and then groaned. I picked up my pillow and covered my face with it trying to forget my actions of not even ten minutes ago. Way to act cool and classy in front of the new guys Cammie. Yeah, way to go! You definitely impressed them. Was there even a way to humiliate myself further with those boys?

(Apparently yes, too bad I didn't know that before hand, I could have been mentally prepared.)

I sighed and stood up. Tomorrow was Saturday and tomorrow night was the town festival, I was holding the pie throwing stand from 4 to 7:30 p.m.

A/N: …Here is the first chap for a new story that my sister absolutely wanted me to write for who knows what reason. Tell me if I should continue this idea or simply delete it, I really would like to know. Thanks.

Here's a preview for those who don't know if I should go on or not (Hopefully it'll help you decide):

Chapter 2:

"How did you do that?" He asked.

I looked around me for an escape. I was breathing heavily from my fight. I brushed a lock of hair out of my face.

"My mom's totally paranoid and she makes me take self defense classes in case something like this happened. Guess it paid off." I shrugged and picked up my purse.

"Yeah… I guess it did." He said suspiciously. "That must be one hell of a class." He said looking down at the three fit men unconscious on the ground.

I faked a breezy laugh. "Sure are. I always think that my teacher is going to kill me if I don't ace a new move at the end of every session." I said only half joking.

"Who is your teacher?" The other one asked incredulously.

"My aunt Abby." I said gravely.