Um….first of all I just want to say I'm really new to how this whole thing works; I've read the stories I've just never actually uploaded one so this is my first. I'd really love feedback on it- and if you think it's awful, just say so NICELYJ. And of course I am not Ally Carter-though I wish I was- and so therefore all character and Gallagher Girl rights are hers. Um, I'd really like people to not use like any of my writing though…I don't know if you do it, but I just thought I'd mention it. Also, if you haven't already read GG4 I highly advise you not to read this since it CONTAINS GG4 SPOILERS! However, it's your decisionJ. And lastly, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

Cammie's POV

I had been on the run for over three weeks now; so far, no encounters-with anyone. Which, if you ask me, is a good thing and a bad thing. I mean, I didn't want my mom or any of the Gallagher Girls-my sisters-, or…Zac following me. And I didn't want to run INTO any COC members, but I also NEEDED to find them, well their base anyways; their probably the ones who could give me the answers I'm looking for. However, making a mistake once I get that far would. Not. Be. Good. Since, after all, THEY are in fact trying to capture, and possibly, kill me.

I was scoping through the streets of D.C., well, one street in particular, one that involved a certain boy/man, a certain wonderfully-smelling jacket of that boy's, and my aunt…getting shot…and almost dying. Yeah it hurt to be here, where my aunt almost died, but I was so desperate at this point to find something, anything. But the difference between coming here now, as apposed to 5 months ago, is that now I can look back on that night and at least one of the questions that came from it was answered. I now knew why the Circle guy, that wouldn't have thought twice about shooting anyone else that was helping me, lowered his gun, and said," You?" when he saw that person was Zac, like he knew him, like he really knew him. I still hadn't figured out how I felt about that answer.

But as I walked through the street, paying attention to every detail, noticing every characteristic, I couldn't stop having flashbacks of that night. Where Zac and I stood and he handed me his jacket, the spot where Macy stood and I thought the CoC would get her but then realized they were after ME, the spot where my aunt was shot, and then…where the guy ran away…from Zac. Yet the tire marks on the road where gone, there were no blood stains, no proof that that night even happened, nothing but my Aunt Abby's gun shot scar, Zac's jacket-that still hung in my closet, and my memories-memories I would probably never lose. But more importantly, nothing that would lead me to something new.

I should have known it would have been a waste of time, nothing but a haunted memory, but I was desperate, and unfortunately I still am. (Mental Note to Self: Next time you're going to run away to look for answers, research more leads on where to find those answers.)

Right as I'd given up-which is after my fifth lap of the street, I heard very soft footsteps behind me- spy soft. Rule 1 to not let them know you're onto them: don't freeze; keep going. However, I did slow my pace by a fraction. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Rule 2 when they get this close: spin around, catch them off guard, and attack.

So as I'm flawlessly turning, raising my arm, preparing to strike, a set of arms encircled me as the person tackled me to the ground. So I did what any regular civilian would do when a random mugger/attacker came up to them: scream. I was rewarded by my attacker putting his hand over my mouth….hand? If…if it was the Circle, it would be a gag, wouldn't it? I mean in the past, someone covering my mouth with their hand always ended up being a certain mysterious boy who always seemed to appear at all different times and then disappear the next moment…nah, it couldn't be…

Even if it was, I was still planning on fighting back, and kicking whoever's butt it was no matter whose it was. However, it was getting really hard to do that with my attacker mostly succeeding in pinning me to the ground- and I still hadn't gotten a glimpse of who they were. That is until I was able to at least wiggle myself off my stomach onto my back and look up into a set of beautiful green eyes, right as my attacker whispered," Take it easy Gallagher Girl, no need to get hostile," and I knew he was smirking while he said it with out even looking at him while he did it.

Sooo….yep! That's Chapter One. Hoped it wasn't too bad, and if it was it should get more interesting in the next couple of chapters. Tell me what you thought if you want- if you don't want- either oneJ I'll upload Chapter 2 very soon. -AddictedToBooks08