I know, Cammie is OOC. She's gonna be pretty OOC for the rest of the story, but if you don't care, read on.

Disclaimer: If I was Ally Carter, do you really think I'm gonna go on fanfiction?

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Cammie's P.O.V

"Hey, Gallagher Girl." He said, with a smirk. The same I-know-something-you-don't-know smirk. The one I'd loved yet hated at the same time. He tore off his mask, and I could see that he hadn't changed since we left. He took another step forwards, and I could feel my heart beat faster, and faster. Then he paused, and looked unsure. Zach Goode was unsure. Then something filled his eyes. They became glassy, and he gave me a cold stare, filled with nothing but hatred and disgust. His features hardened, and he stiffened.

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Something wasn't right. And it wasn't. Right, I mean. Because nothing else would've caused Zach to turn away abruptly and walk off into the night, leaving me there. Standing alone, by myself. No, something wasn't right at all.

An hour, 34 minutes and 6 seconds later, I told myself this over and over again, as I sat in a secret passageway. I had run back, despite Bex calling my name. Hidden myself where no one could find me. Became a whole new kind of invisible. Tears slid down my face, as I rocked back and forth. Why did I let my feelings get out of hand – again? I should've known better. I should've known better.

I would have to come out sooner or later, I reminded myself. So I gathered up all the courage I had, and I stepped out of the passageway. It was dawn, and the morning light streamed in through the windows. I silently made my way back to my dorm. As the door creaked open, Bex shot out of her bed, and her eyes widened.

"Cammie?" she uttered. The minute she said that, Liz and Macey woke, and their heads snapped towards me. I ignored this, and made my way to my bed. I seriously needed to sit.

"Cammie," Bex said again, "what... happened?" I stared at her for a while, before I finally responded.

"I don't know. I just don't know." My voice cracked on the last word, causing all three of my best friends to flinch.

"Cammie, I think you should go to your mom – tell her you're not feeling well or something. You can't go to class, you'll be so tired!" Liz said, coming to sit beside me. Bex sat at the other side and Macey sat on the floor in front of me.

"We'll come with you," Bex and Macey both offered. I thought about it, and then responded, "Nah. I'll go myself. You guys go to sleep; you'll need your energy for today." They looked at me, and then decided to let me be.

So, I left the room, and started up the winding staircase to my mom's office. When I reached it, I knocked, and heard my mom scramble to get the door.

"Wha...?" She yawned, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Then, she took in my appearance, which must've been pretty bad according to her expression. And let me tell you, looking like she'd just seen a cat get run over or something, didn't make me feel any better.

"Cammie, sweetie! Oh my goodness, what happened?" Concern filled her eyes, and she ushered me in.

"It's nothing Mom," I lied smoothly, surprising myself, "I'm not feeling very well though. Can I not have lessons today?" She looked at me, then said, "Tell me about it when you feel up to it. I'll inform your teachers of your absence." She hugged me, and told me to get better soon. When she let go of me, I went out of the office, dazed. Was I that obvious?

"Miss Morgan." A voice from my right said, scaring me. I turned, to find Mr. Solomon standing beside me.

"You'll get over it. Don't worry." Then, for the first time ever, I swear Mr. Solomon actually smiled at me! A reassuring smile, as if everything was going to be as right as rain. But it wasn't. And we both knew.

So I left, and he went back to patrolling the corridors. As I neared my room, Macey, Liz and Bex came out, in their uniforms. They gave me sympathetic glances, and parted with words of comfort. They're honestly the best friends anyone could ever have, but despite their best efforts, I couldn't help but slump on my bed, and cry myself to sleep, over a boy that I let myself fall in love with. Sigh. Traumatic, much?

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I woke up at dusk, and stretched. My stomach growled, and I reminded myself the last thing I ate was dinner. So, after some thought, I decided to go to the Grand Hall. Now, I know for a fact that I must've looked like – no other word for it – shit, because everyone fell silent and stared, with their mouths hanging open at me. Chameleon? I think not. I slid into my seat, between Bex and Liz, and directly across Macey. Just then, my Mom came in, and stood behind the podium.

"Everyone, can I please have your attention," my Mom said. Immediately, we fell quiet.

"This year, the Gallagher trustees, along with the board of directors from the Blackthorne Institute-" And at this point, I felt my face drain of any colour it had. Because I remember - my Mom gave this speech just last term, and thanks to spy-photographic memory I remebered every. single. word. And I knew.

They were coming back.

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A/N: Hiya. Sooo.. here it is :O THEY'RE BACK. OMG. Mmmhmm. Anyway, sorry, I know my chapters are short, I promise to make them longer! Promise! Yeah, anyway, please review! Until I get 5 reviews... yeah. I'm gonna feel... ah... unwanted :)