I didn't expect the doors to the Dining Hall to fly open and eight girls come stalk their way through like they just crashed a party. Maybe they had. Whispers roared through the Hall.

These were girls. We don't even have female teachers here!

Behind them was a women and Mr. Solomon. The women had a striking resemblance to Cammie. Her hair was darker and her eyes were green, but you could tell. Why does she look familiar?

Dr. Steve went to the podium and cleared his throat. "Excellent! Our guests have arrived!" Guests? I don't remember inviting these girls into the mansion in which I live. Especially that one. "Boys, these are the girls of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. A few of you may have met them already," he gestured to the sophomore table, to us. "I would like to introduce Headmistress Morgan." Morgan. Morgan. Oh my God. Not her. It can't be her, right?

"Thank you Dr. Sanders-" she started.

"Please call me Dr. Steve."

"Dr. Steve," she nodded. "I would like to thank you boys for allowing my girls to stay in the protected walls of your school." Bull shit. "And I'm going to allow them to introduce themselves to you." Really? They waltz into my school and get to drone about themselves for an hour?

A bold girl made her way to the podium, and I swear she was staring right at me. "I'm Tina Walters and I'm-"

"An attention hog who is all about spreading rumors. Move it, Walters," Grant's girl said pushing her way to the podium. Tina scoffed but reluctantly stood at the end of the stage. "I'm Rebecca Baxter, but if you call me that," she said with a sweet American accent. "You'll be in more trouble you can think of," she said with a brutal English accent. Grant nudged me, but didn't take his eyes off her.

"Um… Hi… I'm Elizabeth Sutton, but you can call me Liz," a nervous, petite blonde girl said.

"Let me help her out," the senator's daughter came up to the podium, keeping Liz at her side. "Liz is smart, sweet and any of you little devils would be lucky to be able to hang out with her." Liz took her place at the end of the stage and started talking to Rebecca. "I'm Macey," she said and quickly joined in their conversation, leaving Tina out. Tina was staring at me, trying to look flirty. I don't like it.

I zoned out until the last girl. Cammie. I don't want her here. I don't like her. She is the evil one…

"Hi. I'm Cammie Morgan," she started with a sweet smile. Her smile is beautiful and her eyes are really-Wait! Did she say M-Morgan? Daughter of the headmistress? It can't be them. It can't be!

While I was having my mental breakdown, there was a roaring applause, whistles and wolf howls echoing through the hall. Solomon didn't look too happy. Cammie kept her smile up, but seemed a little uncomfortable with the attention. She glanced at Rebecca, Liz, and Macey then back at us. She gave a small wave and stepped off the stage. Rebecca patted her back and Macey was saying something to her.

Dr. Steve was back at the podium while the noise died down. He cleared his throat. "Okay. Excellent. Now, the girls will be staying in the West corridor and attending your classes. Mr. Solomon will also be joining us with this exchange."

Mr. Solomon came up to the podium and said, "I just want to say-" He was stopped by Cammie running up to him and whispering something in his ear. She backed up to look at his face, and he nodded. "Have a nice six weeks." He backed away from the podium and led the girls out: the foursome wrapped tightly in a conversation that I wish I knew what was about, Tina staring at me like a stalker while Eva talked to her, and two other girls I didn't even care what they were doing.

I watched them out. Grant elbowed my ribs.

"Dude! This is going to be the best six weeks of my life! What about you, man?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess," I told him.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, let's go through the list of girls here. Three of them are extremely boring. Rebecca is your property. Liz is more of a Jonas girl. Macey is… Macey. Tina is a stalker. And I don't like Cammie." But I feel attached to her. Not like I would tell Grant that.

"You think Liz would like me?" Jonas asked hopefully.

"No doubt, man."

"Zach, what's wrong with Cammie? She's the hottest one here!" Grant asked.

"She's alright," I said, keeping my cover.

"Alright?" Sam asked from across the table. "The girl is smoking!"

"Shut up, Sam!" I growled. I don't know why that bothered me, but it did. Stick with your cover. You hate Cammie. You hate her very very much. I stood from my seat. "I'm going to our room."

I could hear Sam grumble as I walked away. "What's his problem?"

I wish I knew. I really do.