Hey, guys, it's me. Obviously.

I just wanted to say that I got an anonymous review from someone telling me the ending was pretty bad. I'm not mad or anything, but I want to know what other people think, because, personally, I was proud of it. I don't know why the reviewer said it was bad, but if anyone else does please, please tell me. I want to know what was bad so I can improve. Don't hold back. And if you just want to rant because you didn't like the story, then whatever. Go ahead. Just don't tell me my writing is bad, but not why. It really isn't helpful, and it's slightly aggravating to not know what I did wrong.

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—katiebear95 ;)


CHAPTER I

Cameron Ann Morgan was a spy— a good one, too.

So then what was I doing, she thought to herself, when I brought them here?She must have had a brain tumor when she decided to sneak the sophomore class of Blackthorne Institute for Boys into her school, the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. I'm crazy. Nuts.

It was the summer after the Gallagher-Blackthorne exchange and Gallagher was deserted. The only people that had planned to stay were Cammie and the school guards. Normally Cam's mom would have stayed as well, but she was called into CIA headquarters a few days in break. Something strange was going down in Guatemala and they needed Rachel to scope it out. Last year she would have said no in a heart beat, but for some unprecedented reason she felt the need to take this one, consequentially abandoning Cammie for the summer.

Now, Rachel loved Cammie, and Cam loved her mom, but Cam couldn't help but feel a little bitter about being left behind. Well, she thought, at least I'm not stuck in Nebraska. Every break since Cammie had started at Gallagher in the 7th grade she had spent with her father's parents in Nebraska, but this summer Cam had begged her mom to let her stay at the mansion. He mom had agreed, but not without laying down the rules, first.

"Cam, remember, I'm trusting you with this,' she had said. "No sneaking around. And always tell someone where you're going before you leave the mansion."

"Yeah, I got it, Mom."

"And Cammie?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

Her mother's warning rang through her head again. Within a week, Cammie had successfully managed to disobey every single rule her mother had put in place.

First, she had been snooping around looking for the hidden location of Blackthorne. And, guess what? She had found it. Which led to the breaking of rule number two: always tell someone where you're going before you leave the mansion.

Oops.

Cammie hadn't told anyone when she found the secret passage to Blackthorne. No, instead she had disobeyed yet again; she had just got up and left.

And finally, the grand breaking of rule number three! Be careful.

This was not careful.

There was nothing careful about sneaking fourteen Blackthorne Boys into the deserted school in the middle of the night, only hours before said Blackthorne Boys have to be back at school and ready to head out for the summer. Not to mention one of those Blackthorne Boys was her sort-of-almost-maybe-boyfriend (relationship pending), Zach.

Zachary Goode was annoying, cocky, jerky, and cryptic— everything that made Cammie want too rip her innards out and shove them in his mouth. And for some inane, unfathomable reason God had made her attracted to him. It was a cruel, cruel world.

But what irked her to her very core about Zach was that he understood her more than she was comfortable with. He knew her every thought, watched her every move. He could see right into her. And that scared Cammie the most. Josh had seen the Chameleon. But Zach saw Cammie.

Now Cammie was squished into the small room with the bookcase while fourteen boys tried to shove themselves in from the trap door.

"Shut up," she hissed when once of the boys grunted in pain.

"Why," Chris Reynolds questioned. "I thought you said there was no one in the mansion. If there isn't anyone there then why are we sneaking around?"

On the walk from Blackthorne Cammie had gotten to know the boys a little better. Chris was sort of like Zach's second in command. Then there was Justin, the clown; Nick, the shy one; Dmitri, the strong and silent bad boy; Mario, the short smart-ass. Logan was the scary one; Austin had the temper and Michael was the angel boy. Tyler was the pavement artist; Daniel the self-assured one; and Matt the observant one. And then there was Grant, the strong one; Jonas the computer geek; and Zach was the leader.

But even though they were all different, there was something in the way they carried themselves, and in their eyes that made it seem as if they were all essentially the same.

"What if someone came to the mansion while I was gone," Cammie questioned him now, glaring. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. His eyes told her he thought he knew more than she did. In fact, now that she looked around, she saw they all look at her like that. Except for Grant, Jonas and Zach, but they were all at the exchange last semester. They had seen what Gallagher Girls could do, and Cammie hoped these other boys soon would, as well— for their sakes and hers.

"There are cameras and audio through out the entire school," she said, "If we get caught then we're dead meat. So unless you want to be spending your summer being debriefed by the CIA I'd suggest you listen and do as I say. Got it?"

Someone snickered and Chris regarded Cam silently. She glowered back.

The boys were silent after that as they all climbed into the tight room and shut the trapdoor.

"Alright," started Cammie, "here's what's going to happen." She explained the plan to the boys. It was fairly simple.

Cammie would sneak into the library from the tiny room they were in now and do a quick scope of the school. Then she would go to her mom's office and reset the security cameras to loop a picture of the empty halls over and over. That way it would look like there was no one walking around the school, when in reality Cammie and the Blackthorne Boys would be roaming around the school. Then, a few hours later Cammie would un-loop the cameras. That is, after the boys were safe on their way back to Blackthorne.

"Hey, Gallagher Girl." Zach's hand closed around Cammie's wrist as she reached the door to the library. Before she could open it, he pulled to him and looked her in the eye.

"Be careful, okay? Promise me you will." Cammie looked up at him. It was sweet that he would worry, even though she wasn't in any real danger at all. They only thing they were risking right now were their summer vacations. But if all went well with the plan then they shouldn't' have a problem.

As Cammie looked up at him all she wanted was to tell him that there was nothing to be worried about, that she was going to be right back. But when you're a spy you can never promise that you'll come back. And she didn't make promises she couldn't keep.

"I'll be careful…, "she told him. "But Zach…?"

"What?"

"You be careful, too," she said, smiling.

At this she leaned up and he leaned down and their lips met for a brief second. They broke apart, all too aware that every eye in this tiny space was on them.

Then Cammie crawled out of the secret passage… and into the waiting arms of someone in the shadows.

"Where the hell have you been?"