I've been working on this for a few days, and I hope it's not terrible. i have already written the next two chapters, but I may change them if I get any ideas in reviews. *Hint,hint.*

CHAPTER 1

~~~BEX'S POV~~~

Josh Abrams. Drool. Rebecca 'Bex' Abrams. I wish. Josh Abrams. At Gallagher. Soon to be reality.

So, who is Joshua Peter Abrams? He's only the most famous17-year-old singer, who every girl at Gallagher, actually, scratch that, every girl in America wishes they could meet.

Ok, so I know we're spies, and we shouldn't get attached to anything, but I couldn't stop listening to his music. I always had it blasting from either my CD player in my room, my iPod, or mentally, in my head.

As I was saying, though, Josh Abrams is coming to Gallagher. Very soon. As in, tomorrow, soon.

He's currently touring the country, and performs at select schools, arenas, and other venues. Gallagher just happens to be one of them.

~~~CAMMIE'S POV~~~

I walked into our room to find Bex staring off into space, with her iPod on, and blasting music so loud that I could hear it. Of course, she was listening to Josh Abrams. Again.

She glanced up at me when I slammed the door. 'Hey Cam. How'd it go?'

She pulled one of her earphones out so she could hear my reply.

'Brilliant.' I said with obviously fake enthusiasm. I flopped onto my bed and she stared at me until I continued. 'The whole of Roseville High's sophomore and above students will be arriving tomorrow at ten. Abrams and his entourage will be here at eleven tonight. The concert begins at half past three, just after our afternoon classes. Oh, and did I mention that I have to show him around the school?' I complained the last sentence.

'No!' Bex yelled, obviously jealous.

'His tour begins at nine. That means I miss out on CoveOps!' I continued.

'I'll give him the tour if you want.' Bex volunteered.

I glanced at her, but didn't reply, knowing she would probably punch me in the face if I refused her the chance to actually meet Josh Abrams.

~~~Liz's POV~~~

Macey and I walked into our room, to find Cammie and Bex talking about Josh Abram's visit the next day.

Macey squealed and joined in, saying, 'Oh my gosh! We have to choose killer outfits. Bex, we have to get you noticed!'

We all knew Bex was the most in love with Josh, out of the four of us. Macey came second. I liked his music a lot, but I liked Jonas more than him. Cammie didn't even like his music at all, and she always groaned when she was forced to listen to it.

After Macey chose our outfits, Macey, Bex and I all went to sleep, although Cammie had to go and see her mum and greet Josh Abrams and everyone who would come with him.

~~~Macey's POV~~~

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a screeching alarm and saw flashes of a red light from under the door.

'CODE RED! CODE RED! CODE RED!' A mechanical voice screeched, as the mansion that is Gallagher Academy transformed itself from the spy-training round that it is, into a school for snobby, rich girls.

I glanced out our window and saw several cars and a bus/caravan thing driving up the Gallagher drive-way, as the sirens and lights stopped screeching and flashing.

~~~JOSH'S POV~~~

After several hours of driving and going through the gates of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, our trip was finally over.

I climbed out of my bus, that was like a travelling home for me, and began walking up the steps of the mansion. I had to admit, this place was pretty impressive. I mean, for a school.

As I was climbing the stairs, the double doors opened to reveal a man and a woman. The woman was in front of the man. She was wearing a grey skirt suit, and her long hair framed her flawless face. The man wore a pair of black pants, a white shirt and dark blue tie.

When I reached them, the woman began to speak. 'Welcome to the Gallagher Academy. I am Headmistress Rachel Morgan.' She looked more like a model than a headmistress. 'This is Joe Solomon. He is one of our best teachers here.' She motioned to the man, who shook my hand. 'And this is my daughter, Cameron Morgan.' For the first time, I noticed a girl, around my age, who stood behind the headmistress and Joe Solomon. She wore a school uniform of a (nice-coloured) green and white checked skirt, white shirt, green tie and black blazer. She wore black tights and black ballet flats. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun that managed to look perfect on her and she wore no make-up. Not that she needed it anyway. 'Cammie is a Junior. She will be giving you a tour of the school tomorrow morning.'

I nodded to her, as my agent joined our conversation. Soon, Cammie and I were left on our own as the adults discussed different things that we had no interest in.

'So,' I started, not knowing what to say. 'You're the headmistress's daughter, hey?'

She nodded and looked at the ground. I guessed she was shy.

~~~CAMMIE'S POV~~~

So, here I was. I had finally met the famous Josh Abrams. He didn't look like much, wearing a pair of old grey jeans and a white hoddie. Sure, he said the right things and acted respectful, but he seemed just like anyone else I had met. Other than the fact that there were at least thirty people trailing in after him, all there to help him perform for us.

Anyway, when we were alone, I pretended to act shy. I thought it would be better to do that than have to explain that I didn't even like his music.

Eventually, someone brought him a duffel bag, and I realised just how late it was. 'So, would you like me to take you to your room?' I asked quietly.

'Sure.' He smiled down at me. I only reached to his nose.

After walking for exactly two minutes and thirty one seconds, we reached a room that had been set aside for him. I unlocked the door (with a normal key, not the standard fingerprint locks we usually have at Gallagher) and walked in, turning on the lights as I went.

He followed me in and we stood in the largest bedroom in the whole of the mansion. It had three sections to it. Each section was at a different height, with one step in between each. One section had the bed and bedside table; another had a lounge set and television. The third had a kitchenette and table, as well as a door that led into the (massive) bathroom.

The whole place had been decked out in expensive furniture, so we could live up to our name of being a school for rich and privileged young girls.

~~~JOSH'S POV~~~

One word. WOW! I mean, I know I was at a school for rich girls, but this was the best place I had been to on my whole tour.

As I marvelled at the room I was to have to myself for the next two nights, Cammie excused herself and left me to myself.

There you go. First chapter of another story. Let me know what you think. I hope its all right… Anyway; let me know what you think, please. (: