Zach
That was the only thing that popped into my mind when my mom (AKA Headmaster of Gallagher) announced that the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women will once again be merging with the Blackthorne Institute for Boys for another semester. Except this time, fifteen of our girls would be leaving, instead of fifteen Blackthorne Boys coming here. My mother began reading off names of the girls that were chosen to go.
"...Rebecca Baxter, Anna Fetterman...Elizabeth Sutton, Macey McHenry...Kim Lee, and Cameron Morgan. Good luck, girls. You're going to need it," she finished, returning to her seat.
"Isn't this great?" Liz asked us excitedly. "We'll each be able to see the guys from last year. Cammie, are you feeling okay?" she inquired, flashing me a look of concern. Probably because of the expression of nausea that I was wearing.
"Mhm," I squeaked. "Just a bad piece of broccoli," I quickly lied.
"She's nervous about seeing Zach," Macey shrugged, poking at her dish.
"Ohhh," Liz said in realization. "It's okay, Cammie. It's obvious he likes you."
"Sure," I told her. But he's too embarrassed to let people know that I thought.
"Come on, Cammie," Bex said brightly, her British accent thick. "This'll be so fun!"
"You're right," I chuckled. "And maybe, you and Grant can get together this time," I said, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Bex giggled and threw a roll at me. I gasped and threw some of my potatoes at her.
"Ladies," our gorgeous CoveOps teacher, Mr. Solomon, warned.
"Sorry," Bex and I apologized at the same time. We ate the rest of our dinner in peace, and went upstairs to go to sleep. After our nightly routine, we climbed into our beds.
"Good night," we all repeated to each other. I sighed. Tomorrow was gonna be...difficult.
short, i no, and its not as good as my normal stuff is but its gonna get better. review!! tell me wat u think!