Hey guys! So here is my NEW story! I hope you guys like it, because writing is one of the only arts I can do, and it's definitely the best. It's actually a little longer than I usually do, which I am proud of, so yay! Here's my new story! Enjoy!

Cammie's POV: I woke up to my alarm buzzing. As I groan, I roll over and see what time it was. 5:30. Great. I smack the alarm and put my pillow over my head. I didn't need to see the clock to know that it was off. Really, it's only 4:30. How do I know, you may ask? I am a Gallagher Girl. It's instincts for us. Now wide-awake, I decide to get up anyways.

I get into the shower, where I do a lot of my thinking. I don't have any homework, which is really weird, considering my classes. Then I remember why; We have a Cove-Ops assignment today. And Zach is coming with. Sighing, I get out of the shower and get dressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I stare at a stranger. I don't know who I am anymore.

I used to be Cameron Ann Morgan, the Chameleon. Now? I have no idea. My life is a mess, and Zach is just another mystery in a box, not ready to be revealed quite yet. I go out into the dorm and turn on the lights. I spent a whole hour in there. Macey should be proud that I actually care about hygiene (Not that she'll EVER know.).

"What the bloody hell Cammie?" Bex mumbles.

"Yeah, seriously, what gives?" Macey says angrily.

"What did she do?" Liz asks, stretching and getting out of bed.

I laugh. Liz is the only morning person in this room (Not including me, this is one of the lucky days that I'm up early with no fighting), and sometimes it scares me how much of a fight Bex can put up in her sleep. As everyone else rustles about, going through their morning routine, I lie on my bed and think about the assignment.

"You should be getting ready, guys. Don't you remember what today is?" I say cheerfully.

"Yeah, but I don't really care if it's today. You could've waited until seven to wake me up, like a normal person." Bex gets up and starts to get dressed.

Today, our assignment is to go out into secluded woods, and when the Blackthorne boys arrive, we need to get a microchip from one of them. Only one person has it, and we need to capture the others. It's kind of like tag, but its one team defending one person. I smile at the thought of it.

Someone starts knocking on the door, which makes me come back into reality. Grabbing my pillow, I get up and open the door. Outside stands Zach. Zachary Goode, the ladies man (Not that he'd admit it). Of course, he's in school uniform, which for guys is black pants, a white button up shirt, and a tie. The shirt has Gallaghers crest on it. His hair is ruffled as if he had just gotten up, but I knew he always styled it that way for a reason; To get attention of every single girl in the school.

"Hey Gallagher Girl," He smirks, "I thought I'd say good luck getting your butt kicked by the other team today. Blackthorn boys are very competitive." He folds his arms, looking at me with amusement.

"Well, I'd like to remind you that last time we went against them, we kicked their butts, and I'd also like to point out that you're on our team now." I grin when his smirk falters.

Looking back in the room, I see Macey doing her makeup, Bex is brushing her hair, and Liz is putting her homework into her bag; They are all trying to not to be obvious while listening in on our conversation. I roll my eyes. They are too obvious.

"What's with the pillow, Gallagher Girl?" I turn around to see his smirk is back.

I look at the pillow. "Uh…It's a weapon" I say casually, putting it behind my back.

He laughs. "Really? And what were you going to do with a pillow against me?" He mocks, and I can feel my cheeks flush.

"This." I reply, and jump onto him, pulling him down. He struggles, but I put the pillow underneath him and pin him to the floor.

"I don't get it. What's the pillow for?" He asks, clearly confused.

"So you don't get a concussion. We don't want you to lose what little IQ you have, Goode." I answer, with a grin.

He frowns and head butts me, making me let go of him. We roll around for a few minutes, each of us trying to get the upper hand of the other, but I know that I'm not half as strong as him and he won't give up easily. Finally, he tackles me.

"That's so not fair!" I complain, trying to push him off of me.

"It is to me!" He smirks.

"But you made me hit my head! At least I was trying to be nicer to-" I try to say, but then I get cut off by him kissing me. I am going to have a crazy day. I already know it.

So do you guys like it? I am going to do this thing I saw other people do, and I like it. I'll start doing it with my other story, too, but I wan at least three reviews for the next chapter! Thanks guys!

Xoxo,

ZammiePercabeth