"First things first," Macey announced as we stepped into our dorm.

You know that sense of comfort and relief you feel when you get inside your own room? That's how I felt.

It was our cozy little haven that got to share with the three most caring and amazing girls you'll ever find and when the door was closed, literally everything was in the world was blocked other than us.

And right now; with my mind so overwhelmed and worn-out, I couldn't imagine of a better paradise than that. I just didn't want to think anymore.

"Go take a shower," Macey demanded shoving clothes in my hands. "You look death and I cannot stand it a second longer."

I rolled my eyes. Macey thinks I always look like death. Nothing new.

"You know that's not important right now Macey," I chastised. "Right now you have to prove that I apparently broke up with Josh two years ago." I emphasized with complete and utter incredulity.

My mind just would not wrap around the fact. It was next to impossible!

"All other unnecessary things can wait. Right guys?" I turned to Bex and Liz, who didn't move. They smiled apologetically.

"Sorry Camster, but you really do stink like a ripe July tomato. For the first time, I agree with Macey. This is very necessary."

Macey smiled triumphantly. "See! Told you!"

I scowled at her. "Fiiine ," I huffed, high-tailing to the bathroom a little offended and humiliated.

Twenty minutes and thirty five seconds later, after a lot of scrubbing a washing, I emerged from the bathtub, squeaky clean.

Thank goodness Macey was a bit considerate and had given me comfy yoga pants (Lululemon – ofcourse) and a silky tank (Gilly Hicks –how do I even…?) and not like, a cocktail dress or something.

Hey, with someone as unpredictable as Macey, you never know.

I wiped the fog off the mirror and eyes widened at the sight of the stranger staring back at me.

My usual waist length dirty blond hair was cut too short for my liking and midnight black that looked like the cheap, really ugly-colored kind that didn't work so well with the light blonde protruding out of my roots.

There was white gauze wrapped around my head with some dried blood stuck to it and deep, purplish bruising around my hollow eyes and sunken cheeks. I looked like I had been crawling around in caves without any food for days!

I was suddenly horrified at the thought that Josh might've seen me like this.

But surely Macey wouldn't have allowed that right?

Stupid Cammie, I scolded myself. You're worrying about your looks than your health? What had actually happened to me? It all seems to rush past me so fast I don't even have time to besiege or contemplate.

Maybe, I thought unwillingly. Maybe two years did go by.

I stepped out of the steamed up bathroom and was hit by the aroma of gourmet food. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I caught sight of the silver platter Liz was handing me. "Chef Louis made your favorites."

I smiled. "Thanks Lizzie."

Macey nodded approvingly. "Yes, eat. I mean holy crow look at your cheeks! It's gruesome! Some girls look good with some fullness in their faces." I rolled my eyes but obligated.

"So while you were taking a shower, I went on a little mission…" Bex started, sitting on the armrest of the chair Liz was sitting ; who was typing furiously on her laptop.

"What mission?" I asked curiously.

"A tiny one," Bex held up to fingers close together. "All I did was bug Josh and his house. It was as easy as brush passes."

My eyes widened with alarm. "Bex! No-"

" I got LIVE video," Liz announced. She grimaced at the screen. "Come see this Cam."

"Ooh," Bex wrinkled her nose, peering at the screen behind Liz's shoulder. "You might not like this Cam."

"Truth hurts." Macey quoted authoritivly.

By now I was plagued with curiosity.

What could my sweet little Joshy-kins possibly do to have them react like that?

I put the tray down and hurried over to join them. I gasped, not believing what I was seeing. Tears welled up in my eyes at the sight of Josh and DeeDee making out on the sofa. Suddenly, he didn't seem so sweet and little anymore

"No," I whispered weakly feeling my heart crack in two. My trembling hands clenched at the sight of pleasant, perky, innocent DeeDee taking off his shirt.

"That slut," I hissed through my teeth. "I'm going to kill her. She'll be sorry when I'm done with her. Wait, she can't be sorry then cause she'll be dead." I started rising to my feet but then Bex grabbed my wrist in an iron grip.

"Wait, Cam. Look at Josh. What do you notice about him?"

I kept my eyes downward. I couldn't stand to see the boy I love shove his tongue down some skank's throat.

Yes, I just called DeeDee a skank.

Liz seemed to understand, so she closed the video feed and pulled up his student page that had a picture of his latest school – photo day. I smiled when I saw him, despite my anger towards him this instant. He was just so darn cute!

But not nearly as handsome as Zach, a devilish voice said in my head.

Shut up.

He would be a much better boyfriend. He is in love with you after all. And how dreamy! Why not take advantage of the situation? I gritted my teeth together.

No. I don't know Zach. Josh is – was my only love and will be.

So now I reduced to talking to myself. Wonderful progress.

"What do you notice Cammie?" Liz prompted.

I remembered the first piece of advice had taught us. Notice things.

So I did I what I was trained. I scrutinized over every detail like a scientist, not getting distracted by how clear light blue eyes were or how wavy his hair was or how…

Ack! I said don't get distracted!

I notice he got these, slight sideburns and a tiny bit of stubble. He looks taller, a bit fuller and built than his usual scrawny, skinny self. His face looks more chiseled…more sharper. His hair isn't long anymore.

I tilted my head. "He looks…older."

Liz smiled. "Exactly. How old was he when you two were dating?"

"Well…sixteen."

"Right" Liz scrolled down. Her mouse hovered over the AGE.

I gasped. He was eighteen now. That can't be right. We were only dating for six months now.

Liz nodded at my dumbfound expression.

"Josh isn't cheating on you Cam. You broke up with him two years ago when he found out you were Gallagher Girl and not a religious, homeschooled girl with a cat named Suzie."

"Right." I said nodding. At least I remembered that part.

"So you believe us now?" Bex asked. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment and letting it all sink in. "This is all so surreal. So messed up and difficult.But yes, I believe you, I guess I have to."

Macey nodded slowly. " And Zach…"

I went rigid. "Is he really my…boyfriend?" I said the stressed the last part like it was absolutely bogus.

She nodded again.

"B-but, he's so…gorgeous and I'm so…not. Shouldn't he be you're boyfriend or something?"

Bex laughed and grabbed my hand, waving it in front of my face. I gasped at the sight of the ring that adorned my finger. I vaguely remembered feeling it…but I totally forgot about it later with all the mayhem and all.

It was so…so Zach. I mean, just as striking and dazzling as him with a elegant curvy Z studded with emeralds that matched his eyes but weren't nearly as lovely.

As I held it up, the sun caught it, making it sparkled blindly and radiated a rainbow of colors. We all watched with our breath caught, moved by the astounding beauty.

I smiled, feeling my heart soar. Breathtaking, just like him. And he was all…for me? That seemed too good to that I didn't dare try to believe it.

"He loves you Cammie," Bex said, as if reading my mind. "He loves you so much that even a fraction of it wouldn't fit in this universe. Believe me, I know. We had a lot of time to talk about it. You two went though too much together. And you were the only thing he had left.

So when you fell into a coma…Zach was half-dead with you. Yeah, he was walking and breathing but he wasn't alive, not one bit. He wouldn't talk, or eat, or sleep. He would stay away from everybody, being all aloof and standoffish all over again.

The only time he would let his guard down was in the infirmary; with you; where he would hold your hand all night long and talk about his feelings and you. God, I had no idea how much he had on his mind…how much he planned yours and his future together…" Bex trailed off, laughing at my red faced expression. "Anyway, he would never leave the whole night, for five months straight and all day too, if your mom had let him"

I sighed feeling really, really guilty. "Did I…did I love him too?"

This time, Macey was the one who laughed. "Oh don't even get me started on that.You were falling head over heels for that insanely cocky boy and he knew it; loved it. You use to think about him all day, Mother Lord you were so distracted, and it was irritating as hell. Use to sleep talk about him too."

"Wouldn't shut up. Kept us all awake by your screaming his name." Bex taunted in a suggestive voice.

My face flushed deep red. I was glad I didn't remember that. Macey laughed along with Bex, agreeing.

"And whenever he kisses or teases you, you were some blushing klutz tripping over your own feet. God, he loved it too much. Bottom line is, the two of you were so happy together. The cutest couple anyone has ever seen."

"Don't say that," I muttered, my eyes trained to the ground.

This was a lot to take in. I mean, I would've believed, I don't know, I had as much plastic surgery as these past two years then believing I was a couple with Zach Goode. (It would explain my horrendous state too.)

And that I actually kissed those lips! Impossible.

"You know…the more I think about it, the less I'm feeling for Josh. I'm not even heartbroken. At all."

Liz smiled. "Because you got over him a long time ago. Zach helped you do that."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking a deep shaky breath.

"What did I miss?" I asked quickly. "These past two years? Anything important?"

"Um hell ya. It would take litterally days to fill you in. So, we decided to give you see something." Bex handed my four thick notebooks.

"What is this?" I asked, flipping through the pages. Endless words of my messy, childlike scrawl splattered against the front and back of the sheets.

"You're Covert Operations reports. You wrote down everything you've been through the last two years. Who better to tell the story than yourself?"

"Kind – of like a journal?" I asked, turning to the first page of the first book.

I suppose a lot of teenage girls feel invisible sometimes, like they just disappear. Well, that's me—Cammie the Chameleon…

Huh. It seems so odd, a very weird feeling that I had wrote this but didn't remember it.

But I'm luckier than most because, at my school, that's considered cool.

I go to a school for spies.

Of course, technically, the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women is a school for geniuses—not spies—and we're free to pursue any career that befits our exceptional educations.

So I'm basically talking to myself. But it was still fascinating.

Macey stretched on her bed. "You know, I always thought writing Cove Ops reports was a waste of time and energy. Never thought it would be essential one day. Now I'm really glad you didn't listen to me."

But when a school tells you that, and then teaches you things like advanced encryption and fourteen different languages, it's kind of like big tobacco telling kids not to smoke; so all of us Gallagher Girls know lip service when we hear it.

"Hmm?" I was already into the first report, but I was a spy so I heard her.

Liz smiled softly. "Go on, read. Hopefully, by the time you're done, you'll remember everything."

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