Please R&R ! Hope you enjoy my story, I will try to update as much as possible, but if not at least 2 times a week( I've always hated when authors just left their story, and readers hanging.) Anyway so I will be presenting a never before seen pairing. Or at least I have never seen it and trust me, I've searched. It's GRAMMIE people. Yes that is right. All these stories make him super protective of her like a brother, but what if it was because he liked her? Don't aske me ehy I've always wanted to see this pairing. Of course it will be he doesn't like Bex and Bex doesn't like him, I've never been one for girl drama. So anyway, I'm ramble typing. Lol. Enjoy!
P.S. Characters my be a little OCC (but honestly, everyone's is. No one can perfectly replicate Ally Carter's characters. Which reminds me...I OWN NOTHING! (If i did would i really be spending every spare moment updating fanfics?)
Chapter 1
I ran my hands along the walls as I walked down the Hall of History. I have always loved this place before school started. You learn to appreciate quiet when you live in an all girl boarding school. Yes, that's right. I live in boarding school. It helps when your Mother is the Headmistress. Of course, this is common knowledge to anyone who goes to boarding school. What isn't common knowledge to anyone who goes to boarding school is how to shoot someone in the heart with a long range shotgun from 5 miles away. I know some of you may be thinking "What type of sick and twisted school do you go to?" and some others may be thinking "Cool! Can I enroll in your school?" Personally, I give major respect to the latter. The former need to…..open their mind a bit. But to answer your question I go to Gallagher Academy: School for Exceptional Young Women. Also known only to the people with a high enough clearance as a training facility for assassins.
It wouldn't be long now; it was almost time for the girls, my sisters, to be here. I stopped in front of the glass case that held Gillian Gallagher's, the founder of our school, sword. She used this to kill the man who tried to assassinate Abraham Lincoln. Well….the first guy who tried to kill Abraham Lincoln, but you never hear about him.
"Cameron Ann Morgan! Come out come out where ever you are!" a familiar British voice sang out. I thought about hiding from my best friend in the whole wide world, Rebecca Baxter, who will squeeze the life out of you with one of her bear hugs. Then I thought about how she would just hunt me down.
"I'm right here Bex!" I called. In 2.5 seconds a tall, chocolate skinned, figure appeared down the hall, long brown hair flowing behind her as she ran to me. I would have been afraid if not the enormous grin on her face. Somebody had a good summer I thought. She finally got me and wrapped me in a bear hug.
"Bex…can't….breathe." I struggled to get out.
"Oh, sorry." She smiled apologetically. I smile back. Her accent was always stronger when she came back from vacation with her parents. She also lost the ability to communicate through phone, text and email. But I was never mad, her family worked for the CIA, you were lucky if you saw your parents once a year. Personally, I always thought she had better deal than me. She got to see both her parents some of the time and I only got to see one of my parents all the time. Needless to say that neither of us is happy with our deal.
She wasn't the only one who lost contact. A certain green eyed boy with hair messed up in all the right places forgot I existed to. Normally I would like that, after all I was the Chameleon. Chameleons were born to blend in, disappear. The ultimate pavement artist. But when that green eyed boy doesn't call, text, email, or even leave a dead letter drop, you feel hurt. Because that green eyed boy played with your mind all last semester, said annoyingly cryptic things, showed me he could be caring, that he had a past, and dipped me in the middle of the foyer, kissed me in front of all my sisters, and left.
"Well glad to see I'm missed." Macey McHenry said. We turned to her and smiled.
"Macey!" we yelled in unison. Here she was, the Senators daughter, in a black tank top, jean jacket, short denim shorts, black sheer stockings and combat boots. We ran and hugged her.
"Hey am I invisible?" a small voice said. I knew automatically that it was Liz. My clumsy, short, blonde, ridiculously smart friend from the south.
"Of course not Liz." I said and soon we were all in a group hugging, laughing and squealing, happy to be back home again.
Bex stepped away with a sneaky smile on her face.
"What is it Baxter?" I asked.
"Well, a certain CoveOps teacher may have come to visit my parents. My parents may have thought I was sleeping when I was eavesdropping on their conversation. I may have heard that CoveOps teacher say that the Blackthorne Instiution for Troubled Boys, a.k.a spies, may be coming back for another semester." Bex finished.
Macey gasped, Liz dropped her books, Bex squealed, and me? I just stood there, stunned, saying the name that I haven't dared utter all summer. "Zach." Then I was reminded why I didn't utter that name all summer.
"Hello Cammie."