Three words: What. The. Fuck.

I had never sworn and didn't plan to but this - this was exceptional.

Some boy I hardly know sneaks into my room and steals my first kiss. Was that even allowed? Like isn't there some rule in this boy girl universe stating that you can't take a girl's first kiss. Actually, you would think that was UNDERSTOOD.

"Excuse me," I responded although I had clearly heard him. I knew he knew he had spoken clearly when he smirked.

WHEN DID HE EVER SMIRK?

I froze breathless as he leaned in staring into my eyes answering, "I. Kissed. You. Last. Night."

I stared at him unable to speak. WHY WAS HE OKAY WITH THIS?

I looked in his eyes trying to pry some sort of explanation but came up with nothing.

He was going to pay for this.

"You're the worst," I spat at him, anger rising.

"Would you rather have Blake kiss you in the middle of the night." He was aggravated which didn't really make sense.

"I don't even know who that is," I replied as I shoved him away from me, walking away. It was that or punching him and I didn't want to make a scene.

"Exactly my point. It was better this way," he returned to my side and we walked step and step towards the middle of town.

"You think it's okay to kiss a girl in the middle of her sleep?" I seethed completely stopping. He stopped and back tracked a few steps to be face in face with me.

"It was better-"

"SHUT UP! You don't know what's better!" I shouted back at him.

"Zach!" We both looked to see some boys walking over.

"Hey some girls want to meet you, and we were thinking maybe you would introduce us?" one of them sheepishly asked. I took this as the time for me to slip away as I slid back into the shadows of an alleyway, silently running towards the school.

That didn't stop me from hearing the words 'Where'd she go?' slip through Zach's mouth.

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"Hey, hey stop," I came to a skidding halt after running the two miles from Roseville to Gallagher.

"Um, yeah?" I asked completely confused and slightly breathless.

"Over here, kid." I looked over to see a security guard. He was a stocky guy chewing a huge wad of bubble gum - or so it looked.

"What can I do for you?" I asked puzzled. Did I do something?

"What's the password?"

"What kind of question is that," I responded. He grinned at me.

"You're the Morgan girl aren't you. Nice to meet you," he smiled and let me in. I rolled my eyes but continued running into the school. I finally got to the doors after a couple minutes (seriously, who makes half a mile of driveway) and pushed the doors open. It was eerily quiet and very creepy. Most of the lights were out giving it a haunted mansion feeling.

I stealthily ran to the room that I first came in when Francie and Sam brought me here Quickly I changed my look into one that no one would recognize. I put four thin contact lenses on to mess up the camera's analyzation. Hopefully it would mess up the calculations and not get my real DNA. I threw on a black wig and changed my face structure. Well, I changed everything. I needed to make sure I wasn't going to get identified if this were to happen. I put thin plastic gloves on so no one would suspect anything, yet my fingerprints wouldn't be left.

I walked down the halls to the Headmistress's door. I knew that most of the camera's were probably trying as quickly to zoom in on me as I walked into the room. I was surprised to see no one there; I thought I was going to have to battle. I locked the door and walked over to the computer.

I sighed realizing all the information was still up on the screen. Did they think every girl at this school was an angel?

"Or do you think we would think everyone might be in town."

My head snapped up at the new voice. Mr. Solomon.

"I won't say you're name," he answered the question floating in my mind, "not that it matters since I unplugged all cameras and recordings." After he saw I wouldn't talk he sighed. "The password to that computer is Cameron Ann Morgan."

"It's unlocked." I cursed after realizing that I spoke.

"It'll be faster if you ask me your questions," he responded.

"Where are my parents." It came out in a demand rather than question.

"One's dead, one's alive," he responded, and from my time here it looked as if he were telling the truth.

"Don't tell me you're my dad," I groaned. Was this some cheesy cliché?

"No. I'm not." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Then tell me, who is alive," I looked him in the eye.

"Restricted information."

"Then I'll just look it up here," I countered. My fingers started flying as I typed in Cameron Ann Morgan. "So much for 'it'll be faster if you ask me'," I muttered.

"You have exactly five minutes thirty-six seconds before someone comes breaking in here," Mr. Solomon loudly spoke.

"Hurry up," I muttered at the computer as it narrowed down to Cameron Ann Morgan. I looked at the picture to clarify it was me before clicking the name.

"Three minutes two seconds, Ms. Morgan."

I clicked the first link knowing I had to find some information.

My jaw slackened as I glanced the first few sentences on 'Matthew Morgan'.

Circle of Cavan. Journal. Deceased.

"Leave, Ms. Morgan."

I closed whatever I was in and stumbled out of the office running down the hall. The lights were on this time signifying that most likely the students were returning.

I ran through the halls and found myself at a tapestry. I don't know what urged me but I pulled back the material and found myself groping for some sort of lame switch to open a passageway or something. Hey it was a spy school, don't judge me.

Suddenly a stone moved and I gasped as a small opening in the wall appeared (told you it wasn't crazy of me to act like an idiot). Stumbling, I walked through the pitch black passageway. I sat down as I went over what I had just learned.

First I was told that my parents abandoned me, ridiculed as the unwanted child left behind. Then I was told they were spies, and that they were alive and breathing and I could possibly meet them someday. Finally I was told they were dead.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I heard the near-silent drop fall on the ground.

I don't understand myself at points in my life. Like where I would be crying at the death of the parents I never knew and abandoned me. Usually most kids who were abandoned would hate their parents, but after I found out I were spies - it just gave it another angle to look at. I took of my disguise and sighed.

I wanted answers yet somehow I knew I wasn't getting any.

After some time I got up and walked out. Judging from the 'internal clock' I was developing it was past eleven, past the time we were allowed to be roaming the halls.

"Ms. Morgan." I groaned as Mr. Solomon's voice rang out as I walked in the halls. "You aren't allowed to be out right now."

"Are you going to fine me? What's the consequence?"

"No, instead I want to show you something." Curiously I walked behind Mr. Solomon as we walked into an elevator. I gave a small cry out of surprise when we were suddenly being body scanned. Once the doors opened he lead me to some big steel door.

"This is the Safetronic 4700, said to be uncrackable"

"Which translates too…"

"Let's hope it's not, because this is where you'll be staying for the night." My eyes widened as he pushed me inside.

"MR. SOLOMON?" I asked as I was greeted with a big steel door instead.

I heard a laugh behind me and I immediately spun around. "What did you do to get stuck in the detention vault?" Zach asked.

"I was returning to my room…" I trailed off not knowing how to go on. "Are you going to try-"

"It's uncrackable, Gallagher Girl," Zach responded. He shut his eyes as he tried to get comfortable against the titanium wall. "So, shall we get cozy?"

"No," I snapped remembering earlier. It earned a laugh from Zach however. I turned around realizing that I was going to have to try and solve this, although I was still a newbie. I let out a breath as my focus zeroed in on the locks, fingers flying as I started to work on the 'Safetronic 4700'. There's something so liberating about finding a zone, being free of thought and doubts and relying on instinct, on action. Everything faded away. I focused on the mechanisms, tried to shake them from my mind, remembered that life was like that assignment - unlocking one door at a time, and the longer I stood there the more I felt myself fade away, my consciousness go on cruise control until…

"Wow, you're super cute when you focus."

"Really Zach."

He made a show of looking around the empty room. "Yeah, must have been."

"Please be quiet and let me try to-"

"No, I mean it. You get this little wrinkly thing." He held his thumb and forefinger to the center of his forehead. "Right here. It's just cute as-"

"Zach I want to sleep in my own bed tonight," I snapped.

He moved over to lean against the wall beside me, crossing his arms and looking around the room. "I've stayed in worse."

"Well I haven't. This is my first experience," I shot back getting highly annoyed. I didn't want a fight. I would have to stay with this kid for however long Mr. Solomon intended on locking us in here. I stared at the mechanism my fingers frozen also. "Look, I-"

"Do your parents really make you that curious?" I stared at him unable to say anything. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I looked at him as he glanced away. This wasn't the normal Zach or the cocky Zach, this was an entirely different side of him. He looked like a lost kid who didn't know what to do.

Maybe it was the impenetrable door, the six feet of solid steel that surrounded us on all sides. We had to come to a vault for Zach to let his defenses fall, and at that moment he reminded me of a bird that had fallen from its nest. I started to reach for him, to comfort him, but then I remembered Grandpa Morgan's warnings that there are some wild things you're not supposed to touch.

"My dad's dead."

I don't know why I said it. The words were foreign to me—not English—not something I had ever said, and yet they slid so effortlessly from my throat they must have been back there, fully formed, for years waiting for that chance to seep free.

Then Zach looked at me. "How do you know?"

"I read it in the reports… that I looked at," I replied as it was me who looked away.

"Your mom?" I shook my head as my fingers moved again. Then the lock miraculously turned and the tumblers fell into place. The door swung open, a metallic grating sound echoing through the still, quiet room.

"Guess your side will have to wait for another time," I quietly told him as I walked away to my room.

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"OVER HERE!"

"DAMMIT!"

"Language, Ms. Baxter." I sighed as Solomon's all-knowing-voice came over our ear pieces. "Lucky for you it wasn't a vital area and you are still alive."

I looked over to see Bex with a ferocious face clutching her left arm.

"Calm down, Bexy. I still love you."

"Shut up, Grant," Bex snarled into the comms as we went back to the war that was being played out.

Girls against boys. Paintball.

'Twas unreal.

The rules were simple. We were to play as if this were a mission - if we got hit in the arm then we have a bullet in our arm; obviously unusable.

"How many down each side?" I asked Solomon as I watched the course in front of me.

"Cameron Morgan, Mick Morrison, and Rebecca Baxter are still in the game of play for the ladies-"

"OKAY CAMMIE. COME OUT. Not fair that you keep hiding around. You're making this impossible!" I chuckled into my comms as one of the boys called me out.

"For the boys: Beck Fisher, Zachary Goode, Danny Jefferson, Blake Reilly, and Jake Titze."

"Hey you forgot me," Grant's voice came in through the comm. Seconds later everyone heard a muttered cuss word and saw Grant getting up and leaving the field. I smiled as I sat up in a tree. No one would really expect someone to climb in a tree and act as a sniper: well not in paintball.

I sighed as some more cuss words were muttered as Beck's leg got hit.

"Is it possible to like 'fix' the wound and play as if it weren't hit?" Beck's innocent voice came into sound.

"If you had a bullet would that be realistic?"

"Access DENIIIIED." The boys chuckled as Danny commented on Beck's innocent try at playing full strength. Sighing I realized I should just get this over with.

Down goes Beck.

"Where'd that come from!" he demanded as he touched the paint right over his heart.

"That was too precise. It had to be-"

I jumped down from the tree before Danny finished his sentence and shot at the tree I was just in. I grinned hearing the noises of some boys coming to check out the tree.

I heard a shot ring and a 'Mr. Titze is out'. I still heard noises and shots as I realized one of the boys were coming closer and closer.

"He's fast and small," I heard Bex grunt as she kept shooting. Holding my breath I silently flicking the safety off waiting for the footsteps to give away his positioning. I heard a noise to my left and immediately moved right positioning my gun in front of me coming in contact with none other than Danny.

"Hey there girl," he smiled as he put his hands up in surrender. I kept my gun on his heart as I glanced at him. He had really pretty brown eyes and his hair was longer than the rest of theirs.

"Boom."

With that I shot him and he barely moved from the impact. My eyes widened as my gun lowered. He gave a dangerous grin as he moved his hand and flicked off my comms.

"What are you-"

"We're off the charts right now."

"I'm going to be honest this is pretty creepy," I responded as I still clutched my gun tightly. I wasn't trained but I could use this thing well.

"Standing behind a tree in a wooded area with no parental supervision? What are you a third grader?"

"No the whole you-turned-off-MY-comms thing and the fact YOU DIDN'T BUDGE WHEN I SHOT YOU." He chuckled at my outburst but it was still really eerie.

"Want to know my code name?" he asked giving me a scary grin. Considering I thought he was the nicest boy from Blackthrone I was starting to have second thoughts. "It's Kapu. I was forced to read a book about wolves when I was little, the runt of the litter became the leader. That wolf's name was Kapu. Do you know what the description of a wolf is?" I shook my head not wanting to speak. He walked up very close to me and whispered in my ear making me shiver.

"Slender. Fast. Powerful. Dangerous."

To say I had major goose bumps and was freaked out was a MAJOR understatement.

"Watch out for Nike. He never fails, but always wins." He gave me a cheeky grin and then turned on his comms. "Cam NAILED me," he spoke chuckling. Leaving me rendered speechless.

Who the heck was Nike? Cause if I thought Danny was intense - Blake.

Quickly I turned on my comms. "Damage report!"

"Cameron Morgan and Mick Morrison. Zachary Goode and Blake Reilly."

"Not for long." I smiled as I heard Mick confidently speak those words.

I scanned my surroundings before I moved. If I learned one thing from that encounter it was that boys didn't always act normally.

There was a bad boy in each one of them.

"Zachary Goode, you're out."

"What miracle happened that let you stay in for so long?" I innocently spoke.

"Well I think you should be out too considering you lost signal for ten minutes," he shot back.

"Touché. You can talk to Danny about that."

"Mick you with me?"

"Yeah I hear you loud and clear." I smiled as I imagined her scanning her surroundings. I realized that we would never win if we kept talking so instead I snuck over to Mick and turned off my comms, motioning her to do the same.

"What is it?" she asked as she covered me.

"We can't talk. He'll be able to hear us. We've got to do something else." Out of pure luck I decided to roll to the other side of the hedge she was hiding behind, only to hear her gasp in surprise.

"You're on your own Cammie. Check the trees." I heard her whisper as she called out loud and clear that she had been hit. I turned on my comms.

"Just me and you, Nike." I got a chuckle in response. My eyebrow automatically moved up as I got Mr. Reilly to answer.

I turned of my comms knowing that it may give my position away. I knew Mr. Solomon didn't approve but it gave me an edge.

And a motivation to beat the kid who chuckles at my information.

I used the bushes as a disguise to look at the trees. He wasn't there. Quickly I left the bushes knowing he knew where I was. It was game of cat and mouse, but which had the upper hand was unclear. That was until I flicked my comm on to hear the words "Got you."

Quickly I changed course barely missing the paint that splattered beside me. I shot one at the angle which that one came from hoping to get motion. No such result.

My eyes caught movement out of the corner of my eye and I dove behind a tree barely missing another shot. I grinned realizing that he was going to play on the ground level making this that much more interesting.

"Can someone just give up because this is really getting boring." I sighed as Macey ruined my excitement. It wasn't my fault she was the first to get out.

I heard noises to my left but couldn't raise my gun quick enough.

"Game over."

I sighed as the paint splattered on my white shirt, the green sliding down.

"Rematch?" I asked genuinely wanting to play this kid while I wasn't distracted. I got up the ground to see blue eyes staring at me with no expression. Maybe not.

"We will not be performing this exercise anytime soon Ms. Morgan." I sighed as Mr. Solomon came from behind me as he ushered us two to the rest of the class. I watched as the blonde walked over to his classmates and get congratulated.

This was the most excitement I had experienced during my stay here.

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Cammie sat down in the secret passageway letting her mind wander. She was sick of living at Gallagher, she wanted to go back to her small town in Nebraska. She hated being a secret spy, it even forced her to lying to Josh. And the students here were ridiculously stupid at times, thus getting restrictions put on the sixth grade class many times.

She loved behaving secretly and sneaking around at times, but that was only allowed when it was 'assigned' to them. Heck she was never allowed to do anything.

The paintball war was enjoyable for her and she wanted to do it again yet Mr. Solomon said that she wouldn't be able to. She wanted to do exciting things like that. She wanted adventure and to get out there. She wanted information on her parents.

So for once she did what she wanted.

She left.

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So yeah. I used parts of the deleted scene. Shoot me. And disclaimers? I think it's stupid. I mean obviously A.C. came up with the overall idea but didn't write this, it's FANFICTION. So kudos to A.C if you really want one.

Review?

Question of the day: What do you think Cammie's going to do now that she left?