The pain surging from my leg- my whole body, actually- grew. It was bleeding more by the second. There is no way I'd be able to survive…

I'm going to die in this ditch.

"A fitting end for a traitor." a mystery man spat. I knew it- I mean, he- was a man because of the deepness of his voice, which was filled to the brim- no, overflowing- with hatred and disgust. I was confused. I tried my hardest to be a loyal person, and I would never betray my friends or family. Nor would I betray Gallagher, or the CIA, who I have secretly been doing field work for since my eleventh birthday. Only my mom knew I didn't really go to Nebraska on break, but on missions. But if I tried as hard as I did to be loyal, what was this man talking about? Who- or what- had I betrayed?

Who is that man? More importantly, who does he work for?

My vision is getting too blurry to see anymore. Why? What is that? Everything was fading to black, I'll admit, but I had a feeling that wasn't the only thing clouding my vision. What was it?

And then it came to me. Blood. All I can see is blood, fading to darkness. All I can feel is blood, pouring out of me in a dozen different places, soaking my limp body until it feels like the time my parents took me to the Atlantic Ocean when I was five. While I was swimming in the ocean. So that was a lot of blood. All I could taste was blood, left in my mouth after I had hacked up tons of it. All of my left ribs were broken from being kicked and thrown around, but the right ones, every single one of them, were shattered, thanks to being shot multiple times. The broken rib pieces had likely punctured at least one of my lungs, causing the blood hacking. All I could smell was blood. I was so overcome by the smell of my own blood it made me nauseous. It took all of my willpower to push down the nausea, knowing it would only cause me to lose more blood, because that would be the only thing making an appearance. Lastly, all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. Usually when people say that, their heart is beating really fast because they are scared to death. Don't get me wrong, I was scared to death. Or possibly of death. Was that what was happening to me? Because, scared as I was, my heart was barely beating. The pounding in my ears came slow, weak, and uneven. It beat unsteadily, once every sixteen point two seconds. Everything was completely black now. I realized with a start that it had taken me twelve minutes to come to that epiphany. I was dying, I realized.

A scream cut through the odd sobbing sounds in my dream. I awoke with a start and realized both the sobbing sounds and the scream had been mine. Disgusted, I realized my pillowcase was sopping and the sheets nearer to my head- and, more accurately, my tear ducts- were soaked with enough water to collectively fill the pond located behind the school.

I fell out of my bed, hitting my head on the floor. The hopefully not too severe blow to the head brought it all back. It was summer vacation, and I was alone here at Gallagher, except for some guards, Chef Louis, and a few guys from the maintenance department. I also had a sneaking suspicion Solomon was lurking around here somewhere, keeping an eye on me while my mom was out of town tying up some loose ends on a business deal. I knew everything about it from sneaking into her office. It's not like I'm going to tell you what it was about though. The file did, after all, say TOP SECRET on the cover.

I sat down on the carpet, hugging my knees and leaning back against my bed. I sighed and tried to calm myself down. I was almost there when I heard the crash.

I ran to the window and looked out, either my curiosity or the spy in me taking over. There was a red motorcycle that had apparently just crashed into a tree. The rider stood beside it, cursing and rubbing his hands together as if they were cold. Due to the fact that he was stupid enough to not wear gloves, they probably were.

I raced through a passageway at top speed, ending up inside the trunk of a "tree" a few yards away from him.

"Miss, you can come out." He said, looking in my direction. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I never remembered seeing the tall man before, which means he probably isn't a spy and doesn't know the truth about Gallagher.

I came out and said, "Like you could." I scoffed as I said it and smirked for effect.

"Challenging me?" he asked, looking as if I just joked about the world ending. Basically as if I said something that is near impossible.

"Well, duh," I said,rolling my eyes as if unable to believe his stupidity.

"I wouldn't suggest that." He glared and his tone was menacing and pissed off. Good, my plan of getting him angry and therefore clouding his judgment so he would fight me was working.

"Point?"

He just laughed lightly. "You must be a student here." he said.

"No, not at all. I just broke into a school for spoiled, bratty, girls for fun." I said sarcastically, grinning.

"I've had just about enough about your attitude." He was even madder now, about to blow.

"So? You going to do something about it? Or are you just all talk?" I knew that would be the last straw.

"Trust me, you don't want me to."

"What makes you think that you can figure me out? No one can. No one has in years." I said, putting my hand on my hip.

He didn't reply.

"So talkative." I teased.

"Fine, you want me to beat the crap out of you? Well it'll be my pleasure." he said, then charged at me.

He was fast as a bullet! But I still somehow manged to dodge. He charged again. We went like this for at least three or four minutes. Then, he came at me at a bad angle- for him, anyways. I spun full circle, ending up behind him. I launched myself into the air, hooking my right leg around his neck. I cut off his circulation, while pressing a pressure point with my heel. He was out like a light.

"Are you alright, Gallagher Girl?" Zach asked, stepping out from behind a tree. He was obviously very concerned. "I saw the whole thing."

"I know! Wasn't it amazing?" He laughed and gave me a big hug. "My favorite part was when I was making him mad. It was so fun to do." the hug progressed into a kiss, and five or six minutes later, we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Zach's eyes narrowed. It was the man I had knocked out.

"You'd hit a girl because?" Zach asked.

I saw the perfect opportunity to embarrass the man and make him mad again. "Shh, it's okay, Zach, he didn't get to hit me. You don't have to worry." We went back to making out, totally forgetting about the man.

"Of course, I should of expected that from you," Mr. Solomon said.

"Just what do you mean by that?" I asked, offended but still curious about what he was saying.

You whip this poor man's ass and then just go back to making out with your boyfriend! Well, Joey, I would like to point out that I didn't go back to kissing Zach because I wasn't kissing him before. Also, I haven't seen him in two months, which gives me the right to make out with him as much as I like. What if you hadn't seen Abby in two months? Hmm? Well then. I rest my case." Zach smirked.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

I started to answer, but was so rudely interrupted. I turned my head to see Joe Solomon. "Let's go inside, like we had planned originally," he told the man.

"Mr. Solomon. You know him?" I asked.

"Yes, but I expected you to know him also."

"Why should I know him?" I asked as I stood up, getting off of Zach's lap and fixing my rumply cami and boy shorts. There wasn't really much to fix, and I knew Zach noticed. Mr. Solomon noticed too, apparently. The look he gave me tol me to fully expect getting the third degree when we got back inside.

"Joe, what are you saying? You just told me to meet you here, you didn't say anything about this girl. I don't know who she is." mystery man said.

"You should know her. She is your daughter after all."

"WHAT?" he yelled. I just looked him up and down.

It has to be a lie...

It has to...

"You mean she's..." mystery man trailed off.

"You're a liar, Joe." I said.

"Hm?" Joe asked.

"He can't be my father." I said.

"Ms. Morgan..."

"He can't be!" I yelled.

Joe sighed. "Cammie..."

"That is not my father!" I yelled, flipping him off before running into the academy.

I ran through multiple secret passages, and I mean the really secret ones. I ended up in Gillian's library. Not the school library. No one except me has found Gillian's library.

Zach's POV

"So... he's really Cammie's father?" I asked Joe.

"Yeah." Joe said.

I faced Cammie's... dad...

"Do you realize all the pain you've brought Cammie?" I asked, my eyes narrowed at him.

He didn't reply.

"Zach, you need to understand that... stuff has happened."

"Joe, you need to understand the danger Cammie is in, the fears she has, but she still acts so strong." I said.

"What danger is she in?" Cammie's dad asked, he seemed concerned.

"Not much, she's just wanted by the Circle of Cavan and lives with her fears. Which soon or later will destroy her from within. But..."

"But? Zach, what more is there?" Joe asked.

"But I won't let that happen." I said.

So I just adopted this story. If you read it before, the first few chapters will be the same but edited. Review! Tell me what you want me to do. Also, constructive criticism is appreciated because I can't know what I'm doing wrong I you don't tell me.

PEACE LOVE AND PIE!