Zach's POV

I winked at Cammie before I sat down. She looked away with a roll of her eyes. I felt a little disappointed, she was really cute. Mr. Solomon eyed me and I guess he saw me wink. I hoped I hadn't gotten on his bad side, he was a very scary guy, especially when protecting things, like his goddaughter for example.

After we ate and settled into our rooms, Jonas and I went to the library to do a search on Cammie. We found...

Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Not a single spec of information about this girl.

I exhaled loudly.

"I can't believe we didn't find anything about her!"

"I know! It's like she's a ghost!"

"Not a ghost boys, just a spy. A very, very good spy."

We whipped around to see Cammie coming out of the shadows. She turned to leave but stopped for a moment to call,

"If you want to find more about me, think like spies, not cops. I mean Google guys, really? And I'm sure you can find what you're looking for, with help from...certain...people."

Then she left, leaving us with our mouths hanging open.

"Um,"

"Wow,"

"I know,"

"Did she?"

"Yeah,"

"Wow,"

We headed back to our room to tell Grant what we found.

"What did she mean by 'certain' people?" Jonas asked.

"I don't know. 'Think like spies'?" I quoted.

"She's good, man. She's good." Grant said.

We nodded. Then all the sudden, an idea popped into my head. Certain people...

"Her friends!" I shouted.

"What?"

"Her friends! Certain people... That's gotta be people who know her well. Her friends, those girls she was sitting with, who better to ask?"

"Dude, that's brilliant!" Grant agreed.

"Now we just have to get them to talk to us."

"Please, piece of cake. How hard can it be?"

I wish we'd known how wrong we were.

Cammie's POV

I was walking back from the library after talking to the boys feeling very good. That was really fun. They were so surprised! They're faces! Oh, you had to be there. I knew they were trying to find out more about me. But really, Google-ing me? Really? They're spies, gosh. The least they could do is hack the CIA, which I knew Jonas could easily do.

I had given them a reasonable hint. I knew -and hoped- they would figure it out. (No I don't like them, but I would just feel sorry for them if they failed. Failing is not good for a spy.) Asking my friends, that should have been the first thing to come to mind before using a computer.

When I reached my suite, I told my roommates all about it. Liz looked insulted that someone used Google, Bex was still laughing from when I described their faces, and Macey was staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'what'?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I know why you did that."

"Enlighten me."

"You like Zach."

"What?!"

"You like Zach."

"I do not! And why would you assume Zach?"

"One, he's the cutest. Two, he winked at you at dinner. And three, you do things like that when you like someone."

"'When I like someone'? How would you know what I do and what could you possibly support your claim with?"

"Josh."

"Grrrrrrr."

She smirked because she knew she got me.

"So, you admit it."

"I don't like him!"

"Yes you do. And he likes you too."

"He does?"

"Why would you care, you don't like him."

Damn you Macey.

"I don't care. It's just, I don't know."

"Whatever."

We got ready for bed and went to sleep.

I dreamed that I was running. I was in a black leather trim suit, my shoes were knee high, black leather heels. I was 100% positive they were painful to run in, so I was glad it was a dream. I was running through a forest. Someone was chasing me. I couldn't see who it was. There was no sound except for laughter. It was feminine, definitely a woman. It was cold and empty. I kept trying to get away. I was so close. But then a hand grabbed my arm. All I could see was what touched me, the shadows covered the face. I pulled and struggled and cried and screamed. I couldn't get away. The woman said something I couldn't make out. She was starting to come forward. I could almost see her face. Just when she was about to appear, I woke up. Bex was shaking me.

"Cammie! Cammie wake up!"

"I- I'm up."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

She eyed me and I insisted that she go back to bed. She reluctantly agreed.

At breakfast I was still a little shaken. My mother looked at me and I motioned to her that I wanted to talk to her after we ate. She nodded.

I met her in her office. We sat on one of the leather couches and I told her about my dream. She stroked my hair and assured me that everything would be okay, that it was just a dream. I leaned into her shoulder and she hugged me. We spent the morning together before classes started. I was just about to leave when she said,

"If that really did happen, you know, I'm positive you would get out of it."

I smiled and said that I knew, it was just a dream, I shouldn't let it affect me.

She smiled back and told me to get going. I hugged her one last time and went to my first class. Bex was smiling at me evily. I was scared. That look meant something was up. I chose to ignore it, (big mistake), and listened to Mr. Smith's lecture.

Zach's POV

Cammie was acting weird at breakfast this morning. I was going to go talk to her, see what was wrong, but she disappeared with her mom before I could get up the nerve. I was bummed but then I thought, Perfect opportunity to talk to her friends without her around!

I told Grant and Jonas the plan and we headed over to the girls.

"Hello."

"Hi."

"Are you Cammie's friends?"

"No, we're her roommates but we're not friends," said the one with black hair.

I held up my hands in surrender.

"Just making sure. Anyway, can we talk to you?"

"Aren't you already?" asked the tough looking one.

"Sure, yeah, whatever." This was harder than I thought. "I'm Zach, this is Grant and Jonas."

"I'm Bex. This is Macey and Liz."

"We wanted to talk to you about Cammie."

"Well you've finally figured it out. Not bad boys, not bad." Bex mumbled.

I decided to let that pass so there wasn't any fighting.

"We just wanted to get to know a little bit about her, that's all."

"Well, her name is Cammie, her mom is headmistress, as you probably figured out, her last name is Morgan, she has sapphire eyes, dirty blonde hair, she is thew best spy here, and her code name is... oh wait, we can't tell you."

"You just told us everything we already know."

"So?"

"Yeah, you didn't say anything new."

"Okay, well now I'm saying new."

"Oh, well, guys?" Macey asked, turning to Bex and Liz.

"Yeah go ahead." Liz said.

"So, she..."