Since I don't feel like doing my homework right now (*pumps fist in air* Procrastination!:p) , I decided to write a little filler chapter. First, let me thank everyone for reviewing, following, favoriting, etc. I would list all of your names, but I'll spare you some time. You know who you are, so thanks a million!

Time had never moved so slowly. I swear the Earth stopped moving, even though Liz told me numerous times that it isn't possible, and she has scientifically sound evidence to support that. All of our eyes were on a certain British Gallagher Girl, who was eating a thousand times slower than I thought was humanly possible. I didn't want to rush her. My patience was better than most (this is the girl who hid for six hours in her mom's office to find out her Christmas present at age seven, after all) so I could wait awhile before finding out what she had to say. But Bex was taking her time, twirling her pasta carefully and chewing thoroughly, cutting her chicken into perfect cubes before plopping it in her mouth. She continued this process for an eternity, still only halfway through her plate.

As soon as she got back with her tray, we asked her about what she found out. Her only response: "I'll tell you later, I'm hungry." Then she ate her chicken parmesan without another word.

"Are we getting a new student?" Liz guessed. Bex glanced up briefly, chewed, and didn't reply.

"A New teacher?" Glance up, chew, silence.

"Madame Dabney is secretly a double agent trying to take down the Russian government and she's staking out at Gallagher until further notice?" This time, Bex stopped, her fork pausing a few inches in front of her mouth. We looked at Liz, who was acting as if that were a perfectly reasonable conclusion.

"What? That does explain why she went out of class to talk to Cammie's mom for so long," Liz added, confident that this somehow proved her point.

"Liz..." Macey began, but decided against continuing when Liz turned to look at her with complete naivety and innocence. Macey just sighed, not wanting to shoot down her hopeful thought. Bex waited awhile, then opened her mouth to finally say something. I found us all holding our breaths, waiting to see what ground-breaking, mind-blowing discoveries Bex was holding inside. But, yet again, Bex didn't say anything.

I lost the last wisps of my sanity and patience at that moment. "BEX! I get that you're trying to be suspenseful and everything, but this is taking forever! Sto lentamente diventando pazzo e non posso più aspettare! Basta dirci già o mi prendo il tuo pollo parmigiano e butto dall'altra parte della stanza!" In the hype of the moment, I slipped into Italian without realizing it.

Many people were staring at me now, obviously hearing my sudden outburst. The attention was overwhelming, causing me to shrink down in my seat and my cheeks to redden. Mr. Solomon was looking at me again, and I was mentally preparing myself to get scolded again. But even though he still looked annoyed at me, there was a slight look of approval mixed in. I guess my Italian was getting better.

"Wow, Cammie, don't be so temperamental. Calm down," Bex commented.

She smiled when she saw me glaring, but sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I can't tell you the full details with everybody around us that could eavesdrop and spread rumors." After giving me a pointed look, I knew Macey and I were thinking the same thing: even though Bex didn't say it specifically, we both knew that the 'everybody' she was referring to was probably Tina Walters, who was sitting merely a few seats away. Luckily, she was discussing with Eva about whether Mr. Solomon is hot because he's a spy, or just because he's hot.

"Being a spy instantly makes you a thousand times more attractive." Zach's voice echoed in my mind. Then something dawned on me: was Zach hot just because he was a spy? No, I decided, he was still hot way before I even got to know him. Even as a stranger, I was sure Zach was one of the more attractive members of the male species, so to speak.

Somehow, this thought soothed me, as if verifying Zach was truly attractive helped at all in my current state of mind. When, in reality, it didn't help at all. But it was still nice to think about.

"When Madame Dabney left the classroom to talk to Cammie's mom, I was curious. I really wanted to find out why, so..." she lowered her voice and motioned for us to lean in closer. "I bugged her office," Bex whispered with a sly spy smile.

Liz's eyes bugged out into glassy ocean marbles. "ARE YOU INSANE?! WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU BUG-Ouch!" Just in time, Bex kicked Liz under the table and stopped her from yelling it for everybody within earshot to hear. And with spies, that's a pretty wide range of people.

"Sorry. So what did you find out?" Liz asked, now speaking in a low whisper.

"Nothing yet, I just bugged it on my way here. But we can check tonight in our room."

~.~.~.~

After we made sure everyone else was asleep and that our room was bug-free, Liz helped Bex pull up the bug footage. The bugs Bex planted were simple ones; a one way camera and microphone. This was so we could hear and see everything, but they couldn't hear us or see us. She placed four bugs in my mom's office. One was on her desk, on was on the doorway, and the last two were in the bookshelves.

"Okay, here goes nothing," Liz announced and pressed play to begin the footage from the past seven hours. At first nothing was happening, so I clicked fast forward. But still, nothing happened. Reaching the end of the recording, we rewinded and replayed it, slower this time. Yet again, the office remained empty

Macey was the first to say something. "What was that? Nothing happened!"

"Could your mom really go the entire day without going in her office?" Liz asked.

Bex shook her head. "No, I swear I overheard Headmistress Morgan say she was having a meeting with the teachers at four."

All our attention was to Liz's laptop, so that's probably why we didn't hear our door open. Or why we didn't hear the footsteps. But one thing we heard loud and clear was someone speaking. "I should watch what I'm saying around you girls, now, shouldn't I? And Rebecca, what did I tell you about bugging my office?"

Translation: "I am slowly going insane and I can't wait any longer! Just tell us already or I'll take your chicken parmesan and throw it across the room!"

Oh, and shout out to Stronger-Than-Fear, my new FanFic friend and a fabulous writer! Go read her stories: this is NOT optional!

Future chapters will have more things happening, I swear! This was just a little in-between transition. The next chapter will be up as soon as I finish it, which could take anywhere from 2 days to 2 weeks; I'm not sure. I'll try to update every week, or every two weeks from now on to keep it consistent!

Reviews are my motivation! I'll post a new chapter when I reach... 21 reviews. Or whenever I finish writing the chapter. Or both. Probably both. So, I guess the next chapter will be up when I finish writing and this gets 21 or more reviews! I want your feedback and opinions!

Thanks for reading, stay weird! Being normal is overrated. Seriously.