As far as Cammie was concerned, she had two options. She could pretend she didn't remember her unconventional summer, which was mostly spent with Preston Winters, or she could come clean. Tell her mom and friends that she remembered everything. After what Cammie liked to refer to as the roof incident, it all came back, slowly but surely. First it was just flashes of hot days and chilled skin and mindless terror.
Then came almost pictures of people she had never seen before that summer. There were some that obviously were just random people her subconscious had remembered. These were the people she had passed on the street, or seen through shop windows she would normally want to go in, but knew she couldn't afford to waste time at. They were ironically forgettable. It was the pictures of people that were accompanied with bursts of feelings that made Cammie scramble to hold onto for a minute longer.
One was of a girl named Cassie. She didn't particularly like or dislike her, but the same couldn't be said for Cassie's feelings toward Cammie. Cassie was quite beautiful; blonde and only an inch above average height, she remembered. All Cammie got from this was a sense that Cassie was jealous of her. She really didn't care about this one girl. She had no deep need to know more about the time she met Cassandra Blake. Well that was the case, until Cammie remembered Gabriel.
It sounds shallow now but I've kind of got this whole conspiracy thing worked out. I may not even continue with this. I just wanted to post something.