It's been only a few weeks, and I'm already up to 8 reviews, 13 favorites, and 18 followers! You guys are amazing! Thank you for the support! Super shout out to:

-hannahslye for giving me an idea, which in turn gave me an even bigger idea! I was just going to end this FanFic with a short chapter, but now I have an idea so now it'll be longer! Thanks hannahslye!

And multiple reviewers have mentioned that this has been OOC and a bit too fluffy and cheesy. After reading over, I guess that's kind of true. So now I'll try to be a little more realistic but still keep the fluff cute stuff! I've rambled on long enough, read on...

Madame Dabney stood at the front of the room, demonstrating the proper way to sit at a formal dinner party while still being in an easy position to attack anyone that comes at you. Normally, I would pay attention to in class. After all, being a Gallagher Girl takes time and commitment, not much room to slack off. But for some unknown reason I couldn't focus. Well, the reason wasn't unknown exactly; I just didn't feel like thinking about that certain reason. Because that certain reason is way too confusing and complicated. Add in the fact that the certain reason in question is distracting enough with those eyes...

"Cameron, please come up here and demonstrate for the class," Madame Dabney called me up to the front of the room. There was a small dining table set up, with chairs around it and the proper dinnerware you would expect at a dinner party. I nodded and walked up and sat down. Like she demonstrated, I pulled up the chair a little less than a foot away from the table and sat with proper posture. I had my hands positioned with my left hand parallel to the fork and my right angled towards the napkin.

"Good, good, but just adjust your hands a bit..." she moved my hands a few inches, and nodded in approval. "There, perfect. Now, Bex come up here to be the attacker." Bex moved to the other end of the dining table and sat down on the edge of her seat like she was supposed to.

"Beautiful! Wait... shift!" Bex was back on her feet in a blink of an eye, running towards me. At her same pace, my hands flew to the cloth napkin and the fork. Just as she reached me, I wrapped the napkin around her incoming hands and twisted it, pulling her arms behind her so she couldn't move them. The fork was pressed against a pressure point and if I pressed any harder Bex would be unconscious.

Madame Dabney applauded our demonstration and started to talk about an old mission where she actually had to do this when my mom walked into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt, Madame Dabney. Can I speak with you for a moment?" she asked.

"Of course. Stay quiet while I talk to Headmistress Morgan," Dabney instructed us.

Bex and I returned to our seats in front of Liz and Macey.

"What's that about? Cam?" Macey asked. My friends all turned to look at me.

"I don't know! I'm usually left out of these things," I grumbled. They all shrugged and we talked while we waited for my mom and Madame to finish. I thought it was just a short conversation about some school thing, but they didn't finish for another 10 minutes.

When she walked back into the room, she had an eager look in her eyes. The whole class looked at each other with questioning glances; we all could notice her sudden energy.

"We're having a slight shift in lesson plans," Madame Dabney announced jubilantly. Instead of spending the week learning ways to attack during formal occasions, she told us we're going to start ballroom dancing tomorrow. Strange.

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"Cosa pensi Signora Dabney stava parlando?" (translations below.) Liz asked.

"I don't know, Liz. Still out of the loop last time I checked."

Mr. Solomon walked by with a warning glance. "Oggi è italiano, signorina Morgan."

I replied, "Mi dispiace." We all waited until Mr. Solomon walked away before continuing.

"Even though you don't actually know anything... perché pensi ci stiamo cambiando improvvisamente le lezioni?" Macey started in English and swiftly changed to Italian as another teacher walked near us. It's hard to believe she used to be behind. She's caught up quickly, like a true Gallagher Girl.

"Whatever the reason, it seems important since my mom had to talk to her in private about it. Hey, wait a minute... where's Bex?" We all looked around at the table. Surely enough, Bex's seat was empty.

"Maybe she's in line?" Liz suggested. When I scanned through the line, I couldn't see her anywhere.

Shaking my head, I answered, "No, she isn't there. Maybe she-" Before I made another suggestion, Bex ran into the Grand Hall and parked herself in her seat.

"Hey, I found something out!" Bex had a mischievous glint in her eyes and and eager smile danced on her face.

"What is it?" We all asked.

Bex paused for effect and took a deep breath. "I'll tell you when I get back. They're serving chicken parmesan today, right?" I nodded and watched her walk away. She had a little bounce to her step. Whatever she found out, it must be huge.

"Now what is she all excited about?" I asked. This time, none of us had an answer. We all just had to wait and see.

Italian Translations: (Just a note, I did this through Google Translate. It's probably not exactly accurate.)

What do you think Madame Dabney was talking about? -Liz

Today is Italian, Miss Morgan. -Mr. Solomon

I'm sorry. -Cammie

Why do you think we're suddenly changing lessons? -Macey

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