Hiya!

This is my first Gallagher Girls Story on this account. It's going to start out with a truth or dare (definitely dirty) and go onto a relationship war. This idea was based off evil-hazel-8 s story but I'm only borrowing the idea, not the plot. Who knows where this is gonna go? Hope you enjoy it!

Love Bex

I sat on my bed, frantically trying to button my shirt and slip on shoes at the same time. I was already 7 minutes late for our first breakfast back to the academy. I could already imagine my mother and my friends laughing as I came in late. I fumbled and found my school shirt, putting it on while slapping concealer on a massive zit on my nose. I ran out the door, and looked down. I was standing in the hallway outside our dorm, without a shirt. I stood, confused. Hadn't I just put on my shirt? More than once?

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from behind me. I swung round to face a mirror, only it wasn't a mirror; sure, the girl in the mirror looked like me, even down to the fact that she was standing there in only a pale blue bra. But she was smirking, and spoke to me in a familiar, British voice, Bex's.

"Cammie…. It's time to wake up…"

I sat bolt upright in my bed, coming millimetres from smacking a grinning Bex in the face. I glared at her and looked around. Liz was fidgeting in a corner, Macey was obsessively laying out her makeup brushes on the desk and Bex was already in her workout gear, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Only one thing could evoke a reaction like this in them.

Boys.

More specifically, Blackthorne boys.

Zach. I hadn't seen him in months, not since the last time they came on the exchange program. I missed him, wanted to kiss him again, to feel his embrace. I also kinda wanted to punch him. Go figure.

I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the shower, still trying to get the leaves and dirt out of my hair from yesterday. We had P&E in the forest yesterday, and Bex managed to find the muckiest patch of grass to throw me down in. After doing the best I could, I stepped out to full scale chaos; Macey was scolding Tina on clashing prints, Liz was panicking about a missing left shoe and Bex looked positively murderous as Eva had managed to drop her favourite lipstick, smooshing it on the cream carpet.

I did my best cattle herding whistle (thanks Grampa Morgan) and the whole word seemed to stop. Even Bex lowered her makeshift baton of a hair curling wand. I glared and everyone except my dorm mates filtered out, muttering and whispering. I sighed and quickly dried the rest of my body off; I'd already put on my old cotton bra and panties in the bathroom. Macey gave a withering glare at my choice of undergarments and flung something very pink and very lacy at me. I groaned but trundled off to change. Even I knew there was no point in arguing with Macey when she got her I'm-not-letting-you-be-seen-in-that glare. On my return, I saw a pair of black jeans and a light, floaty top lain out on top of my bed. I glared mock accusingly at Macey, who simply shrugged.

"You weren't going out in those grey sweatpants again, Cam. They used to be black."

"I wasn't- "

"Yes you were Cammie. And you're welcome. That's Dior's new summer range. It doesn't come out till next month."

I smiled and thanked her, grateful to have something nice to wear for a change.

As we arrived into the breakfast hall, we immediately noticed the usual lack of Saturday morning chatter. The hallways virtually empty, save most of the girls in my year and the teachers. Where the hell was everyone?

My mum, spotting our confused faces, smiled and strode down from the teachers table to talk to us

"Where is everyone?" I asked, furiously racking my brains for something obvious I'd forgotten.

"The lower school is on a CovOps mock final, with Joe- I mean- Mr Solomon, and the year above you are testing the cryogenic sleep chamber for their extra credits with Dr Fibbs. The school's gonna be pretty much empty all weekend," my mum explained.

"Well, except for us."

We turned to see a small group of boys sauntering towards us. I saw several familiar faces: Grant, Jonas, Nick, some freshmen who came last time, and few I didn't recognise. The one face I was looking for wasn't there. I tried not to show my disappointment on my face.

"Sorry, Ms Morgan. A few of the guys got held up Blackthorne, so they'll be along later. A few days or so. Anyways, long time no see, ammiright?" Grant grinned at us. Well, when I say us I mean he grinned at Bex, who winked back.

"Girls, would you be so kind as to show these gentlemen where they're staying. They've had a long trip, I'm sure they're exhausted." My mother excused herself, claiming to have business to attend to. "Oh, and Cammie? Your year is staying in the empty dorm beside you. The increase of freshmen means there's no room in the east wing anymore." She disappeared through the large wooden archway.

"Okay, that means everyone with Tina and Eva except Grant, Jonas, Z- I mean- Nick and Alex. You guys are with us" I mentally slapped myself for almost saying his name. Now it looked like I was looking for him or something. Maybe they didn't notice...? Who am I kidding, they're spies, of course they noticed.

As we diverged from Tina's group, I noticed the difference in all the boys around me. Grant, with his chiselled looks and muscular body, Jonas with his lanky frame and kind face, Nick with his slim build and wavy blond hair, Alex with auburn/brown locks and ice blue eyes. I hadn't met Alex before, but he was cute enough I supposed.

We entered the large bedroom, fitted with a single bed, desk and chest of drawers for each of the five boys. Macy, Bex and Liz wandered around the room, commenting on the space.

"We have this exact same lightshade!" said Bex, fingering the light fixture

"I know! Look how much light these windows let in. I'm sure that's at least 23.8% more than we get…" Liz exclaimed, rattling off statistics and calculations while running her hand down the window sill.

"But seriously? These photos are so cute! Look!" Macey pointed out, showing the photos we took with the boys last time they visited. There was one of Macey and Nick, lying on the grounds together, another of Grant and Bex hanging off each other, both with bloody noses but huge grins after a sparring match in P&E. There were a few more, some with all of us, others with just two or three people. However, one caught my eye. It was of me and Zach, seconds after he had dipped me in the front hall, still embracing and looking as if nothing else mattered in the world.

Whilst everyone was admiring the photos, I slipped out, still clutching the photo. Macey gave me a knowing smile and directed the conversation to back to the furniture with simplistic ease.

I darted across the hall to a painting of some lord or another. I pressed the small switch on the back of the frame and stumbled into my passage way. I breathed a sigh of…relief? Frustration? I don't know or paid much attention to it because a second later I felt a hand snake around my waist and lips press to my mouth.

Goode? Bad? Lemme know!

Also any ideas for truth or dare would be greatly appreciated.

I'll try to update as much as possible but so far there's no schedule.

Bex x