Disclaimer: I don't own anything (but I wish I did) ! Most of the story is in Cammie's point of view but I'll indicate if it's changed at some parts sooooo enjoy!

Cammie POV:

Just to be clear, I told Macey that playing truth or dare would just end up getting out of hand. I expected something like this to happen. I told her we would get caught. So now you know why we are stuck cleaning Dr. Fibs' lab at two a.m. in the morning and why I am currently giving everyone the silent treatment.

~ flashback ~

I flung open the door to the dorm I share with my four best friends, and dropped my bag on the floor.

"Okay," I said, waving my hands in the air excitedly and trying to get everyone's attention. "Guess what?"

"What?" Bex asked, looking up at me.

"OMG! Did you talk to Josh again, Cammie?" Macey asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"You got an A+ on the lab report for Dr. Fibs?" Liz asked hopefully.

"No, this is even better than all of that!" I sat down on Bex's bed and took a breath. "My mom just told me that-" I paused, glancing at each of my friends in turn.

"Cammie!" Macey tapped her foot impatiently.

"The Blackthorne Boys are doing a semester with us!"

"No. Way." Liz clapped her hands excitedly. "That's so cool! Jonas and I have to finish the discussion we started over summer on the chemical reaction of -"

Macey cut in, saying, "Cam, when are they coming?"

I took a deep breath. "Tonight."

Macey had us all gathered in the relatively small bathroom we shared to make sure we looked natural, but flawless for the boys. My mom had agreed to allow Zach, Grant, Nick, and Jonas to stay up late with us in our room tonight, so after the welcome back dinner, we would all head upstairs and catch up.

We wore minimal makeup, just some mascara and foundation Macey had insisted on us wearing to "brighten the glow". Instead of our normal uniform, we were allowed to wear our own clothes today, or at least the clothes Macey picked out for us, which in my case consisted of a baby pink crop sweatshirt with the words 'badass babe' in white print on the back, a white bralette, and a distressed light blue denim skirt. Bex wore a pair of black jeans, a white crop tee with the words 'cute af' written on the chest pocket, and an acid washed distressed denim jacket. Liz wore a blue lace up top and a white denim skirt, which Macey said "brought out the blue in her eyes". Macey looked like a damn model herself: wearing a red off - shoulder blouse with a black bralette and ripped black jeans. Personally, I thought she looked like a devil. A hot devil, but still a devil

"Remember, don't act too desperate, okay?" Macey looked at me. "I'm telling all of you guys, but I'm really only talking to Cammie. Don't get too carried away. Play it cool."

We nodded, and Liz picked at her cuticles, earning her a ferocious glare from Macey.

Bex rolled her eyes, and opened our door, and we headed out to the dining hall with the other girls.

"I heard it's because we're doing a Cove. Ops project? That's why we have to come for dinner early," Anna Fetterman told Tina.

"No, silly," Tina ran a hand through her hair. "My sources tell me that we have special guests."

"What if it's someone famous?" Mick gasped.

I shot a glance at Bex, who, like me, was trying to stifle her laughter.

"Cammie!" Tina leaned over the table to talk to me.

"Tina!" I said, mimicking her tone.

"So. What news do you have, considering your mom's headmistress?" Tina smiled, holding out an imaginary microphone towards me.

I was saved from answering by my mom clinking her glass with her spoon, and standing up. "As most of you already know, we are having some very special guests tonight. Please welcome our very fine guests from the Blackthorne Institute for Boys!"

My mother sat down again, and gestured towards the doors, which swung open to reveal 60 boys dressed in black, chatting amongst themselves.

"Ahem." Mr. Solomon cleared his throat, and the boys walked in. "Please find a seat, boys. We will go over schedules tomorrow."

"Oooh, they look hot in black," Macey whispered, scanning the crowd for our friends. Or boyfriends. Or friends who are a little more than friends.

I craned my neck, looking for my Blackthorne Boy in the throng of people, but couldn't see him. I felt someone slide into the spot next to me, and I turned, expecting Zach. Sure enough, it was him, with his trademark smirk.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl. Miss me?" Zach scooted closer to allow space for Grant to squeeze in. Our legs were touching. I blushed.

"Ye- No," I said, glaring at Macey, who had pinched me under the table.

"What was that, Gallagher Girl?" Zach smirked.

"I said, not really."

"Oh, that's a pity," Zach said. "Because I missed you."

I blushed again and glanced at Macey for help, but she was too busy flirting with Nick to notice. I decided to pull one of Zach's moves on him and replied with a cocky, "Well, duh you missed me."

Zach chuckled and heaped some spaghetti onto his plate. He leaned towards me and whispered, "I bet you missed me too, but you won't admit it because Miss Boy-Expert over there will slaughter you if you act too desperate, huh?"

I stared at Zach. "How did you-"

He smirked once more and pointed to himself, "Spy."

We ate dinner rather quickly, and then rushed upstairs after my mother discussed where the boys would stay and their schedules for the next couple of months.

We gossiped for some time, but at eleven p.m., Macey stood up and smiled evilly at all of us. "So. Sit down. In a circle." She pointed to the white sheepskin rug on the floor. "I have a lot of fun activities planned, but the first thing I want to do is… Truth or dare!"

"Oh, no, Macey!" Grant whined.

"Mace, that is not a good idea," I warned. "It's going to get waaaaay out of control."

"What's wrong, Gallgher Girl? Scared of truth or dare?" Zach smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Real mature, Gallagher Girl."

"Macey, I thought you said you have 'fun activities planned'?" Nick said, making air quotes with his fingers.

"Oh, shut up." Macey smacked his shoulder playfully. "This is not ordinary, run - of - the - mill, sixth grade truth or dare."

Zach nudged my shoulder. "Run - of - the - mill?" He snickered.

"Shhhh," I shushed him.

"This is truth or dare with a slight twist to it. We're keeping score. If you do a dare, you get a point from 1 to 5 based on how extreme it is, with 5 being for the most extreme dares. If you answer a truth, you get 1 point. Refuse a dare and you get a truth. Refuse a truth and you strip one item of clothing. Nothing too inappropriate," Macey continued. "Spin the bottle to see who you ask." At this, she produced an empty coke bottle and placed it in the middle of us. "I'll go first."