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Chapter 3- Something New
I could've screamed, I could've panicked, I could've went into total freak out mode. But I didn't. I was too busy hyperventilating. (Almost hyperventilating, that is, because Bex, being the good friend that she is, threatened to punch me if I did.)
Anyway, for a spy like me to feel this way, it takes A LOT of trouble, trust me. My mom wouldn't send us out to Blackthorne like this, so suddenly. And a good spy knows that if you've seen your mom looked worried and scared at least a dozen times during one semester, when your mom, as headmistress of the school and as the best spy you've ever known, insists on "forging friendships" with boys, and when you've experienced Code Black for no reason, then something has got to be wrong. REALLY WRONG.
We got into the limo, which took us to the airport. We got on the plane (which was first class, by the way), blah blah blah. There wasn't anything interesting to take note of, and if I did, you guys would be dying of boredom. It was nice, though, because it gave me a lot of time to think, which is why I'll be doing something I never believed I'd do:
write my feelings.
I know I'm writing this report as practice, but real ones aren't supposed to included thoughts/feelings in them. So I guess this'll be a lot of fun, huh?
I couldn't help myself as thoughts of Zach filled my mind. What am I going to say when I see him again? Better yet, what am I going to do? Do I like him? Does he like me? Or our we just being honeypotted? What about that kiss? How could I have let him kiss me? But then I remembered the conversation we had in the P&E barn, when I told him that he wasn't my boyfriend. The statement seemed perfectly normal, yet, to him, it was not. "Yeah. I noticed" was what he replied. At the time I couldn't figure it out, but I think I just might be able to. As Macey, our boy expert, told me, he's the one that kept coming back to me. He was the one who volunteered me as his guide, who always tried to find me when I "disappeared", and the one who actually spied for information about me. How else could he have known about my non-existent cat named Suzie? My mind also kept thinking back to the ball. He dipped me and winked- but I wasn't sure if it was him or his cover. I think he likes me, but he's not my type! Not to mention that I'm not completely over Josh... Why are boys this confusing? I wished they were easier to figure out. I sighed, wondering again what it would've been like if I had gone to a normal school and led a normal life.
Our plane took us to another airport, where we boarded a helicopter.
Back in reality, my mind went back to the more important matters at hand. I wanted to do something. But I couldn't. My mom and probably Solomon were on to something, but I would look like a total dork if I just burst into school right now and there was nothing wrong going on.
Anyway, back on the helicopter, we were joined by the rest of our junior class "gang", Tina Walters, Mick Morrison, Kim Lee, Anna Fetterman, Courtney Bauer, and Eva Alvarez, glad that I won't be accompanied by three of my best friends in an all boys school for spies.For once, I had something interesting to say about my summer.
"Bex and I fought Yassen Gregoravich," I told them when they asked.
"You mean that Russian serial murderer, rapist, and kidnapper who is wanted in at least 5 countries?" Tina asked, excitedly. Bex nodded. The girls gave us round of congratulations and applause. There would've been further conversations if not for the fact that Blackthorne Institute for Boys came into view. We looked down and the building (or more like mansion) looked a lot like Gallagher. It was probably exactly like Gallagher, inside and out, except for the fact that BOYS were swarming in there.
Tina, Eva, and Kim started squealing in excitement, but I, for once, felt nervous.
As our ride landed, we saw Dr. Steve. He was smiling, as usual, his reddish face was just like I remembered from last semester. He greeted us, saying something that was oh-so unpredictable.
"Excellent! Now girls, you have arrived for dinner and I'm happy to say that the boys will most likely be surprised." Of course, Zach would've found out, like we had. "Be as quiet as possible, and don't come in until I say, 'I would like to make an announcement', alright? Now follow me if you will." I missed having an adult by us, because Dr. Steve was there to guide the boys to Gallagher, but we had no one. I glanced over at Bex. She seemed pretty happy. I mean, who wouldn't want to be reunited with someone like Grant? I looked over at Liz, and she was giddy, knowing that she would see Jonas. I rolled my eyes. I looked over at Macey, who just looked plain B-O-R-E-D. And I scanned over everyone else, who were just plain excited to see boys. I shuddered as I thought about the state of our sisterhood that it would be in soon. We walked into the mansion, and I was right. It was built exactly like Gallagher. Near the entrance, I saw a plaque that honored someone named "Harrison Blackthorne". I realized this was the founder of the school, and was surprised as I read on, learning that Harrison was a cousin of Gillian. I'll probably be able to maneuver around this school perfectly fine.
Just then, I heard a faint, "I would like to make an announcement..." from Dr. Steve. I looked away from the plaque and I smoothed over my expression so that I would be able to control my laughter from seeing the shocked expressions of a roomful of boys. Mick did the honors of pushing open the door standing between us and the dining room...
For the next few seconds, I watched as the same thing probably happened to us when the boys came in. Forks dropped, one had their orange juice halfway to their mouth, heads were turned, and I felt a whole bunch of eyes on us, but I could tell most of them were on Macey. I made the mistake of scanning the room, because my eyes locked dead on with Zach's. He was smirking, and I could tell he wasn't surprised. He winked at me and a faint smile played onto my lips, but I kept my composure.
I was surprised to see a few of guys staring at me, because I knew I looked nothing like my mom and that the pores that were raging war with my forehead would take FOREVER to clear away. I shifted my weight to one leg and started soaking everything in. From the corner of my eyes I could tell Zach was a little disappointed I wasn't paying any attention to him and ironically, I heard a few boys say that they wouldn't mind getting bonded with- me. How? I don't normally attract this much boy-attention, do I? They should be paying attention to somebody else!I didn't say Bex or Macey because the majority of the boys were already staring at them. Anyway, Dr. Steve asked us to introduce ourselves- as in where we came from. Bex nudged me forward, and seeing that I had no choice, explained.
"I'm Cammie Morgan," I heard whispers here, "and we're the junior class of Gallagher Academy of Exceptional Young Women." One of the teachers came to us and escorted us to our rooms.
Morning came and we dressed in our uniforms, barely making it downstairs on time for breakfast because of the early morning grooming rituals. We sat down at our own separate tables, especially since most of the younger boys practically DROOLED around Macey. I absentmindedly stared into my spoon, where I saw that Zach was studying me. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, now that I had a hunch he liked me. After breakfast, I wandered into an empty hallway, alone (Note to self: NEVER be left alone in a school full of boys. You don't know what could happen.) I suddenly felt Zach's presence behind me.
"Hi, Gallagher Girl. Missed me?" he said, smirking.
"Of course not," I retorted.
"Sure, I believe you," he replied, flashing me a I-know-something-you-don't smile. It doesn't take a spy to know that that was sarcasm. I rolled my eyes.
"Look, Zach, I'm getting kind of tired you and your secretive manner. I don't know what you want with me, whether if its being my friend or whatever, but all this mysteriousness is not going to get you anywhere. Don't even say-"
"MY mysteriousness? You know me better than I know you."
"If that's the case than how do you know about my non-existent cat named Suzie?"
"Still not satisfied, huh?" I was slightly annoyed with this boy right now.
"How can I be satisfied when you always-" but I couldn't finish. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall and his lips crash down unto mine. I was taken back, and it took me a while to register what was happening. By then I broke away from him, not sure what to do, breathless. His eyes twinkled, apparently delighted. I unconsciously touched my lips, and with one last glance, I turned away from him on my heels and walked back to my friends.
I walked back, and as much as I hated to admit, Zach: 1 point, me: 0.
If I had not been so dazed, I would've noticed someone watching in the shadows.
A/N:
Sorry for the long wait! I've been really busy and my computer has been... wacko.
I'm really happy with all the hits and reviews I got, since I never really expected it to be so popular. Yay!
I just wanted Zammie-fluff fans to know that they might be disappointed because I want to portray all the characters as they are and not change them so that I can put a bunch of mushy cheesy corny stuff. (no offense!)
Yes, this story is going quickly, because I'm trying to avoid as many filler chapters and cliff hangers as possible. Yassen was from Alex Rider... Things will start making a little more sense as the story progresses.