So, i'm sorting this story out, so the chapers are longer, and i'm also carrying it on after the ahem pause that happened. So, I hope you enjoy the new and improved 'You Should Never Trust A Gallagher Girl.'
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gallagher Girls series or any of the content. That belongs to Ally Carter. The story, however, is from my own imagination.
Cammie's POV.
After we got our instructions, I set off round the mall with Bex. This is why I love being a spy, you see all these people and any one of them could be tailing you.
On second thoughts, that's kind of scary.
Anyway, it's the best job a 'Chameleon' like me could hope for.
'Bex', I hissed into my comms unit. 'Guy, to your left, purple overcoat. What d'you think?'
'I see him', my best friend whispered back. 'No, he's clueless.'
I shook my head slightly. I didn't matter, Bex would have noticed it.
'Hey, look at those guys over there,' She whispered, high and excited.
I looked. They were pretty cute. But we had a job to do. 'Bex,' I muttered. 'What are you thinking? You never know, they could be our tail.' I said that jokingly; it was so unlikely, even if... Even if that Blackthorne academy did exist...
That thought gave me a completely unexpected, unwelcome, crunching feeling of certainty, and I was freaking out about it.
'Bex,' I breathed, 'You don't think those are our tails, do you?'
'One way to find out,' She said.
She linked arms with me and meandered toward the guys, sliding far closer that probably comfortable for her. But, hey, occupational hazard. 'Hey,' She purred in the guy's ear.
Zach's POV.
'They're coming right towards us,' I whispered to Grant. 'This should totally be easy.'
He nodded, transfixed as the girl I happen to know is called Bex, who had slid along the bench and started murmuring in his ear. Stupid girl...
Then I noticed the other girl. Cameron, but she likes to be called Cammie, i'm told by her file. How'd she gotton so close? She'd blended into the backround, almost like a chameleon, I mused.
She was cute, too. Just... not so much because she looked unremarkeble, but more because she acted it.
I shook the feeling off, telling myself to get back to the task in hand. Which was going to be easier than I first thought, considering the way they'd come straight into our hands.
Cammie's POV.
So now I was going to have to start having a conversation with this guy. Yeesh, this was going to be awkward, especially with Bex all but sucking face with the other guy right next to us. How she'd gotten so close to him in the space of five minutes, I wasn't sure.
Actually, I just really didn't want to know.
And, even though I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, that guy was fit. Like, totally hot.
But I mustn't let my hormones get in the way of my mission. Also, the slightly more embarrassing thing, I'm really quiet. Well, I am with boys.
I go to an all girl's boarding school, for goodness' sake! I'm not called 'the Chameleon' for nothing!
And, of course, the fact these guys could be from Blackthorne Academy (if it even exists) and therefore our tails. Whose stupid idea was it to come over here anyway? Oh, right, Bex's. Remind me to listen to her less in future.
The guy was still watching me intently. Okay, slightly freaked out here, anyone? And I was about to grab Bex and go when the guy spoke.
'The Gallagher Academy. I've not heard of that one before. Where is it?' His smile was friendly.
Oh. He'd been looking at my uniform badge. I internally cringed at how long it'd take for me to notice.
'Down south.' My answer was slightly frosty. 'Where do you go to school?'
The guy's mouth twitched slightly- you wouldn't notice it usually, but I'm a spy,- like he was preparing to lie.
Zach's POV.
She'd just asked what school I went to. I was about to lie when I thought that she'd know, being a spy and all. Best just say the truth. She doesn't know we exist anyway. My mouth twitched up into my trademark smirk.
Cammie's POV.
His answer was easy and relaxed. I could tell he wasn't lying, though. Oh no. It was worse than that.
'Me? Blackthorne Academy. Why?'
'Oh, just wondering,' I replied, my voice a bit too high and breathy.
First rule of being a spy; never show surprise. Guess I'd buggered that one up.
I stood. 'I need the loo, I'll be right back,' knowing Bex would have registered the words 'Blackthorne Academy', and also know what I was saying translated roughly into girl code as 'Come to the toilet, I need to talk to you and we are in serious trouble, we have to get away.'
Bex, star she is, quickly said 'No, no, I'll come too. You know how girls have to go to the toilet together.'
The last part was directed at those guys. Then, 'If you wait here, boys, we might be back', winking cheekily at the boy she'd been chatting with.
We stood, brushing off ourselves, and linking arms, chatting, giggling, meandering, just like normal girls. Which we were, I suppose, appart from the fact my heart was beating so fast I felt like anyone in a two metre radius would hear it. I have to say, we are good.
About halfway there- we still didn't dare talk about our problem, in case they had our comms units hacked; we still needed the element of surprise, and they didn't know yet we had them figured,- anyway, about half way there, I glanced back and saw the boys had stood, too, and were casually following us.
Bex felt me stiffen, and followed my gaze. Her eyes narrowed. If we hadn't had enough proof to begin with, we definitely did now.
Oh, it was on.