DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Gallagher girls… This is only a fanfic!

The bus ride wasn't exactly what you call, comfortable. For example, my roommate Bex, had been snoring all the way, and none of the movies were really that good - the type of overrated ones, that I am quite sure are for normal girls. But then of course that was the problem. I wasn't normal. Well as normal as going to a spy school could get. Everyone else thought Gallagher Girl's for Exceptional Young Women was a school for rich, snobby children.

Macey opened her bag, her still perfectly neat hair in a ponytail. I wish I had hair like that, which I don't so I guess I have to face up to it.

"You excited about seeing him" She emphasized the last word, making me grow all the more nervous.

I didn't answer, because if I did, everyone would know what I was feeling inside (as a spy you are trained to lie, but Zach was one thing I just couldn't lie about). Emotions were whirling inside of me. It had been approximately a year and three months before I learnt who Zach's mother was, learned who Joe Solomon was, and how my father had died. It had been long after the time when Zach kissed me and begged me to run away with him, long after the time I ran away myself, only to be tracked by him, then staying with him for the next month before returning the Gallagher Girl's after it was deemed safe. And so far I had not heard anything from him. I didn't know how he felt, or how he was doing back at Blackthorne, it was as if I had been erased from his life, however he wasn't and the scars of last year kept coming back.

I knew I was being foolish. And Liz nodded in approval as the dreamy look cleared from my eyes, her blonde bob going around in messy circles, Elizabeth Stutton's hair was NOTHING like Macey's.

As we pass the entrance, I run my eyes along the morbid sign that greeted us,

'BLACKTHORNE INSTITUTE FOR BOYS, PRIVATE DETENTION FACILITY, DANGER. NO TRESPASSING BEYOND THIS POINT.'

"Well that's cheery!" Bex smiled, plastering the fake gesture on her lips.

Trust me Gallagher Girl; you don't want to sleep at my school. Zach's words kept coming at me, and believe me, it was not a good sign. I should be worrying about how my spy skills had somehow degraded, not about some stupid and totally random boy!

"Zach's not that random." Macey breathed, again completely reading my thoughts.

I didn't reply.

I think back to the time when I first met Zach. It was a Cove Ops thing and he had tailed me. Easily. Apparently we didn't need to show our skills. A tanned boy comes to our little group, unsure about something.

"F-Follow me and I-I'll show you your rooms." Anyone would know why the stutter was there. Macey is probably the most popular figure, being on the front page of magazines and every newspaper. I didn't blame him.

The walls of the room were a deep grey colour that were hardly inviting. The beds were hardly made; rather everything was thrown onto the one mattress. As we finished packing, the boy showed us to class, I spotted Zach down the front, but the look he gave me told me not to come near. Told me something was very wrong.