Cammie

The next morning I woke up before my alarm and got up and showered. After my shower, I slipped on my uniform and walked down to the cafeteria. Pictures of Gilly Gallagher, our founder, hung on the wall, along with pictures of past headmistresses, ending with of my mom. It was a great picture of her; my mom is beautiful. She has long dirty blonde hair and gentle but piercing blue eyes. I take after my mom and Thomas takes after my dad.

When I got there Thomas was already sitting at the shortest of the long, wooden tables. My parents were sitting in front of him on the other side of the table. Today was Thomas' last day here and then he was sent to Blackthorne, a private school, like Gallagher, except for boys. Nobody, but my parents and I know about Blackthorne; it's supposed to be a secret school.

I walked over and sat down; knowing that within a couple hours, this whole cafeteria would be filled with a bunch of teenage girls.

"Good morning, Cammie," my mom said with a smile. My dad ruffled my hair and gave me a smile.

"So, we have news," my mom began slowly. My parents shared an uneasy, subtle glance and Thomas nudged me with his knee. We both new that something big was coming.

"And that is?" I prodded, curiously. My parents shared a glance again before my mother said,

"Thomas will be staying and studying with us at Gallagher until Christmas this year, along with15 other chosen students from Blackthorne." My mouth dropped open in shock. Boys? At Gallagher? There has never been a guy attending our school in the history of Gallagher! This is not okay! This was supposed to be a fun and exciting year. I was supposed to be top of my class and have a great year surrounded by my sisters' and my classmates. How was I supposed to do that with guys at the school?

"What?" I screeched, baffled, "Boys? Here?" My mom rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh come on, your overreacting, honey," my mom said, giving me a warm smile.

"I get to stay here? Is Joey going to go to Gallagher, too?" Thomas asked excitedly. My mom nodded, and I could see appreciativeness flood her eyes for Thomas' enthusiasm about this.

"Mom, come on! You're being ridiculous!" I begged. She shot me a look that told me to watch what I say.

"Cammie, I'm sorry, but they'll be here in an hour, there's nothing I can do to change this now. You and Thomas should finish your breakfast then get ready to go greet them. I will meet you both in my office in an hour." With that she got up and left, signaling my dad to follow after her. I gave my dad a pleading look.

"Sorry, kiddo," he said, ruffling my hair again before following my mom out of the big, wooden doors.

Zach

Fourteen other boys from Blackthorne and me, including my two best friends', Grant and Jonas, sat in the back of a van. We were driving to Gallagher, a private school just like Blackthorne but for girls. We had been driving for who knows how long and with Jonas talking for the last 30 minutes about how he once hacked into the school's website (he's extremely smart) and with Grant snoring on the other side of me, I really wanted to kill myself.

So, of course when we finally got there, I un-buckled and jumped out of the van as fast as I could and breathed in a deep, needed breath of fresh air. Grant and Jonas jumped out after me and Grant slapped me on the back. Gallagher was amazing, it was a huge mansion turned into a school. It was far more extravagant and bigger than Blackthorne. The second van carrying our luggage pulled up and we all walked inside. We were greeted by a man with big brown eyes and brown hair, slightly graying and a little boy who looked just like him, half his size. Immediately the boy ran over to Joey, one of the youngest kids in the group and they high-fived. I remembered the boys face from school; Thomas. Rumor was that his parents worked here and he had a sister who went here, but I thought it wasn't true.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Morgan, welcome to our school. Your dorms are in the West wing, Thomas' can show you where your rooms are. Once you have un-packed please meet in the library. Our students will be coming in about an hour and we don't want them seeing you here yet. Cammie, my daughter will meet you in the library and she will tell you all you need to know about our school here." He shook hands with all of us then walked up the grand staircase and disappeared out of sight. Thomas' stepped up in front of the group and got everyone's attention.

"The West wing is this way," he instructed and started to sprint up the stairs. Everyone quickly snapped into action, grabbed their suitcase that had been brought in and followed him up the stairs.

Jonas, Grant and I shared a room. Our window over-looked the court yard. We quickly unpacked our clothes and put them into drawers and our closets so that we had time to go search around for the library.

Surprisingly, we were the last ones there; everyone else was walking around or waiting on the couches. The room was huge and the room consisted of at least 4 thousand books. Three big, brown couches rested against the back wall which had two big windows on it. I was way more then excited to be living with a mansion full of girls for the next few months. I was Zach Goode; smooth and cool. I was handsome, and I knew it. All the girls loved me. I never, ever got rejected. And my number one rule is that I never, ever fall hard for someone, ever.

"Dude, I could get used to living this nice," Grant said, chuckling.

"I could get used to living with all these girls around us, probably drooling over us." We both started to laugh but we were cut of by a voice.

"Drooling? Please. Maybe vomiting, though," a slightly annoyed and hostile voice said from behind us. All of us looked in the direction of the voice and my heart stopped; that's when I saw her for the first time.