Chapter 2

"So I think that we should pull a little trick on Tina," said Macey, once we were back in our dorms.

"No! We are not doing anything to Tina or anybody else!" I replied.

"Why not, Cammie? I mean you totally saw how Tina and Zach were talking. I could tell they were flirting. Trust me." Macey answered back.

"Even though Tina is a bit annoying and loud, she's still a sister. And sisters don't fight over boys." I fired back.

"Fine, be that way," said Macey, "Ruin all my fun."

"Cammie, what if they were flirting?" asked Liz.

"Yeah, there's always the 'what if'," said Bex.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I don't care if Tina and Zach were talking or flirting because I'm over him," I lied.

"No you aren't Cammie. You're lying," Macey said. God she's becoming good at this.

"Okay, so what if I'm lying?" I retorted.

"It's okay to like him, or even be jealous of Tina for talking to him," replied Macey

"Thanks, but I think I'm okay with it." I said.

"Are you sure?" Liz asked.

"Seriously, I'm fine," I said.

"Okay" said Bex not trusting my answer for a second.

We got ready for bed. I couldn't sleep at first, my thoughts on Zach and wondering if he likes me back or not. If he did then why didn't he call me during the summer? But he did kiss me at the end of last year, so that had to mean something. Right? Man, boys are confusing. I have no idea how Macey does all of this. It's exhausting. Why are boys so confusing? I have no idea. I finally drifted into a deep sleep. I woke up to shouts and screams.

"Cammie!!! Wake-up this instant or I swear to God, I will hit you with this pillow," yelled Bex. And believe me, she would even though she swears she wouldn't.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I shouted, "What's going on?"

"Oh, I just needed you to wake-up. It's breakfast time," said Macey, calmly.

"What? You guys woke me up at 8:00 in the morning to get me dressed?" I asked, not so calmly.

"Well, yeah. Remember, there are boys and we don't have to wear our uniforms until classes begin," said Macey.

"Yeah, and classes don't start until next week when the boys are all settled," said Liz.

"So get up, before I hit you for real," said Bex

"Okay, I'm getting up," I replied.

I quickly stripped and ran into the shower, nice and hot. I feel steamy showers calm a person down. Well, at least it calms me down. I walked out of the bathroom only to find Macey with a hairbrush, Bex with Macey's make-up kit, and Liz pointing to the cute outfit spread out on top of my bed. I sighed. This is what happens when you have friends who obsess over you a little too much. I changed into the outfit, a pair of black shorts, an army tank top, a jacket to go with it, and a pair of designer all-stars. I sat down in front of Macey, she started to brush and style my hair while Bex fiddled with some light brown eye shadow. When they finished "dressing me up" I looked stunning. Really gorgeous in a natural way. Bex can really do wonders with make-up. Who knew? My hair was twisted and flowing smoothly down to my back. I looked hot!

Macey and Bex, well they looked beautiful as always and Liz, well, let's just say she looked like Liz. Macey was wearing black combat boots, an army print micro-mini skirt, and a black tee. Bex was wearing dark wash denim shorts, a Delia's tee, and a pair of silver flats. Liz was wearing pink flip-flops, a pair of plaid shorts, and an Abercrombie tee. We looked like we jumped out of one of Macey's fashion magazines. We walked down to the dining hall. It was alive with activity and the smell of delicious waffles and pancakes. Yummy!

As we walked in, I could tell some boys were staring at us. Mostly staring at Macey and Bex, but I was surprised when some of them were staring at me. Zach was one of them. He had an angry look to his face. Some of the boys were saying, "Wow, that Cammie girl is really hot looking," and "Cammie, has a nice body." That was even more surprising. I sat down with my friends at our table, in between Bex and Liz. Macey sat across from us, further away from those hormonal eighth graders drooling all over her.

I heard some girls talking about the boys,

"That Erik guy is really cute,"

"Look at that smile of his,"

God, why is it every time guys come, we girls automatically start to drool over them and swoon? Are you kidding me? We, Gallagher Girls can disable a bomb in 30 seconds but we can't even contain ourselves when boys come around the corner? Thank god I'm immune to it like Macey. They're just boys.

"Cammie," said Liz

"What? Did you say something?" I asked Liz

"The boys are coming over," she said

I looked up, and sure enough, Grant and Jonas were walking towards us but no Zach. I quickly scanned their table but Zach wasn't there anymore. Wasn't he there a minute ago? Grant and Jonas walked up to us.

"Hey girls," said Grant

"Hi," mumbled Jonas.

"Hey," said Bex, "Wassup?"

"Nothin much," answered Grant

"Hey Jonas, " said Liz

"Hi Liz," said Jonas, shyly

Great, I just lost two of my best friends to two boys. At least I have Macey, right? Not. She was bobbing her head to her I-pod. I thought she had my back. Liz and Jonas were in deep conversation when I looked back at them from Macey. So were Bex and Grant. I got up and started to walk away. Bex finally notices me.

"Hey, Cammie!" said Bex, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to our room," I replied.

"Okay, see you later," she said, already in boy toy land.

I sighed. This is what happens when boys, especially hot Blackthorne Boys invade your school or more like your best friends. I walk to the grand staircase when I feel someone behind me.

I've been called Cameron by my mom or sometimes Cameron Ann Morgan when I'm in big trouble. Cammie by my friends but there's one name I'll always remember,

"Hey Gallagher Girl," said Zach, standing behind me.

Not Cameron or even Cammie, but Gallagher Girl. Gallagher Girl. That's what Zach calls me. I don't turn around. I pretend I didn't hear him. I continue to walk. I hear Zach mutter something in Korean. I hear him walk a little bit faster. I start to jog down the hall.

"Cammie," said Zach, "Wait up."

Then I hear a loud crash.