Hey! This is my first Gallagher fanfic, and I really hope that you like it! It will probably be a bit short, because I just wanna try it out and see if people like it Set after Cross My Heart.

I don't own the Gallagher Girls, Ally Carter does33

I was in school with Bex, Macey and Liz, in our room. They were basically interrogating me about a certain Blackthorne Boy. Well, mainly Macey and Bex; Li was just sitting back in her computer chair, trying to hack Blackthorne's wall, once again.

"So, how do you feel about him?" Bex questioned. I leaned back in my chair, thinking about the question she'd just asked me.

"Well . . . I'm not really sure," I admitted.

"Well, how do you think that you feel about him?" Macey joined Bex and got all in my face. I tried not to feel intimidated. I thought about it for a second or two.

"I think . . . I think that I like him," I whispered. They didn't look that surprised, but I was.

"Like him . . .? Or Love him?" Bex asked me.

I gulped and wash it by a litre of cold water.

Wait- what?

I sat up in my bed, completely covered in freezing cold water.

"BEX!" I yelled, looking down at my wet pyjamas.

"CAMMIE!" she yelled back at me, mockingly rolling her eyes. "Come on, Cams. We need to get dressed, breakfast's soon. Macey and I really do have some work to do," she said, looking me up and down, examining me and my wet clothes. I peered behind my best friend and caught sight of one of my other best friends, Macey McHenry, holding a pair of Babyliss straightners and a comb. She was sitting in a chair next to her bed, her black hair straightened to perfection.

"You're right, Bex," she agreed. I groaned and laid back on my bed, lifting my pillow over my face. "Come on, now, Cameron, dear. We need to get you perfect."

"But . . . Whyyy?" I whined.

"Cameron, don't whine like a baby. Spies don't whine. Now, go take a shower then come straight out," Bex ordered me. She shoved my uniform at me and pushed me towards the door of the bathroom. I thought about calling her Rebecca (her real name), but then thought about how she would probably kill me, so I obliged. Liz, who was sitting on her bad, her laptop on her knees, gave me a look of sympathy. By the looks of her, she had already gotten the Macey/Bex treatment that I was about to get.

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After I had had my shower, I put on my school clothes and prepared myself for the storm that was about to overcome me. I towel dried my hair and took a deep breath. I winced as I stepped out of the bathroom and my sisters and best friends bombarded me with make-up and hair supplies, all with names that I wouldn't recognise if I knew fourteen plus languages, which I did. I closed my eyes and felt them shove me into a chair. The war began.

My hair was loosely curled, blush was put on my cheeks, eye shadows, eye liners and mascara of all sorts on my eyes, lip gloss that I smelt was cherry(so it would probably be a light shade of red) and a clear gloss placed over that. I felt some studs slip through the holes in my ears and they stepped back, admiring their work.

"You can open your eyes, now, Cam," Bex's voice said. I blinked them open and saw Macey's head right in front of mine.

"Personal space?" I requested.

"So you can cram yourself into small secret passageways, but you can't live with this?" Bex asked me from behind Macey's head.

"Mhmm . . ."

"Denied space."

"Fine," I mumbled.

"Look at yourself," Macey suggested.

"What? Wh-" I was cut off a she spun me round in the little swivelly chair I was sat in. My dirty blonde hair was loosely and lightly curled at the bottom, my blue eyes sparkling underneath a cream eye shadow with a light gold added on top. My lips were the cherry red that I had guessed, and they stood out. My cheeks were a small rose colour and my eyes were macaraed and had liquid eye liner over the top lids and eye pencil over the rim.

I looked fabulous, if I must say so myself. Apparently, someone else thought so, too.

"You look gorgeous, Cammie." I looked up to see my Mom, the headmistress of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women -my spy school- standing in the doorway. "Now, may I see you?" I nodded and began to get up. "Alone," she added, as my friends started to get up, too. As I walked out, she led me to her office, where I saw one face that I had dreamed about just before standing next to Joe Solomon.

Zachary Goode.

Hope you liked R&R!

Love ya, Ellie x