Hey, thanks for reading, and please excuse me, I'm not American so I don't know any of these grade things :L I made a load of random things up for this btw. :3

BEX

After Liz left, Cammie and I walked back to our room. As we opened the door, we were greeted by a stack of designer bags. I grinned. Macey was back. As if on cue, the bathroom door opened and our final friend, Macey McHenry stepped out. We rushed to hug her, asking about her holiday and how she was.

"Hey Bex, hey Cammie" she said from somewhere in the tangle of our arms. We let her go and stand back, surveying her. I noticed she'd had a 15mm hair trim and that her nose stud was slightly smaller than it usually is. She had also changed into her school uniform, her Mum-approved skirt and blazer stuffed under her bed with her newly upgraded senior text books. She might be the same age as us, and as intelligent as us (well, Cammie and I. Liz is in a class of her own) but she came to Gallagher Academy late and had to catch up on all of our essential spy skills. She finally caught up last term when.. well, when Cammie left Gallagher Academy and was captured by the Circle of Cavan. But you don't need to know that depressing story. (Even if you did have clearance)

"I'm okay, I had to go to some boring meetings with my mum with some makeup company in New York." She sighed, fiddling with her gorgeous hair, the sort that most girls would trade their right arm for. It's thick, black and glossy, and also never gets messed up, proving she is indeed a McHenry. She is also the last descendant of Gillian Gallagher, the founder of our school. She really is a spy to the core. She's really clever too, catching up in sch a short time.

"Sounds fun," Cammie laughed.

"Oh, yeah" Macey replied, sarcastically, before laughing and turning to me. "Hey Bex, how was your summer? Bust any criminals?"

"Well, we did go to Egypt to kick some drug dealer's butts.." I said as I opened our door. "We have to go for dinner and save a seat for Liz. Come on, I'll tell you about it on the way."

"Okay," Macey agreed. "I was wondering where Liz was actually."

We wandered down the stairs, chatting away, when suddenly Cammie stopped. I didn't realise and kept on talking.

"So there was this really annoying French one, right? And I just KICKED him in the shoulder, his face was priceless -" And then I walked into her. "Hey, Cammie..oh."

I said "oh" because Cammie was looking at... Zachary Goode. Her ex, well I don't actually know what he is. They're really awkward around each other since the Blackthorne "incident", which is classified so if you don't already know about it, tough. Anyway, Zach kisses Cammie a lot. A lot a lot. But lately, since he moved to Gallagher Academy to be safe from the Circle, it seems like they don't spend any time together. It's a shame, because Liz calculated that they have a 98.5% compatability rate, and anyone else (non super genii can see that they have a lot in common.

We waited until Zach had walked into the hall before we followed. A quick glance up revealed that we were to be conversing in German during dinner. Sure enough, the groups of girls chatting loudly inside the hall, waiting for the teachers to make their entrance, were talking in German, or Deustch.

"Bex, Macey, Cammie! Mehr als hier!" Liz shouted, waving her skinny arms above her head in an attempt to be heard.

We went over to her and sat down. Zach appeared and sat next to Liz, opposite Cammie. Macey raised her eyebrow and said "Hey, look what the cat dragged in," looking at his messy hair and hastily knotted tie. Usually, he looked immaculate. Well, except for his hair.

"I was talking to Joe..Mr Solomon, and I lost track of time. Anyway, Cammie, can I talk to you after dinner?" he said, looking up at Cammie, who was fiddling with her fork.

"Uhm..ja, sicher.," she replied, looking surprised and switching to German as the doors opened and the teachers walked in.

As Mrs Morgan, Cammie's mother and the Gallagher Academy headmistress, stepped up to the podium and began the normal speech, Liz leaned forward and flicked a piece of Evapopaper across the table to me. I unfolded it as Mrs Morgan asked "Who goes there?"

"We are the sisters of Gillian" we all replied with the exception of Zach.

"Why do you come here?"

"To learn her skills. To honour her sword. To keep her secrets." I replied automatically with the rest of the room as I read the note, one eye on Zach, who was looking slightly uncomfortable.

Do you think he wants to talk to her about..them? Because they aren't technically going out? ~Liz~

I looked across at Liz and shrugged, tipping my head at Macey on her other side. Liz moved over and whispered to Macey, both of their heads bent away from Zach.

"To what end do you work?" Mrs Morgan asked.

"To the cause of justice and light." We replied.

"How long will you strive?"

"For all the days of our lives." we finished.

"Welcome back girls..and Zach." she continued. Giggles from the entire room. Zach blushed, looking down at his hands, knotting a napkin. Actual blushage! Zachary Goode, blushing. Well this is a turn up for the books, I thought. I nudged Cammie. She looked up, a bit startled. Maybe Liz was right, and I was a little rough sometimes.. Anyway. I pointed at Zach's rosy cheeks, and she laughed quietly.

"I hope you all had a nice summer, and are ready to work as hard as you did last term. To the new students, welcome to Gallagher Academy. I hope you'll enjoy your time here, as much as the food, made by our amazing chef!" We clapped and cheered as the chef was brought, blushing, out of the kitchen.

As we left, Zach took hold of Cammie's arm and steered her towards a dark corner. Liz was almost bursting with desperation to find out whether he was asking her out. She practically dragged Macey and I back to our room, before rushing to a super-organised folder system underneath her bed. While she rummaged through it (carefully, of course, wouldn't want to upset the system!) Macey and I exchanged eye rolls. She came out clutching a large folder with a bag of neatly stacked and indexed Post-Its attached. She spread it all out on the floor and we saw that it was "The Cam and Zach File" she'd created when we first met him. Macey crouched down next to her and picked up a piece of paper neatly titled "Reasons We Suspect Zach Likes Cammie (And Why)". I sighed and headed for the shower to wash the dust from the secret passage out my hair.

She was cross-referencing and double-checking something with Macey when Cammie came in. Liz dropped her folder and asked her what had happened. I paused and put down the hairdryer. Macey stopped painting her nails.

Dun dun DUN! Guess what happened? :o You know what's really nice? Yes, doughnuts are pretty awesome, but reviews. Reviews are really nice. And favourites. Gotta love faves xDD

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