The Brotherhood of Ieoseph Cavan: ChAptEr 6


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Ironicpseudnymehere—I'm glad you like it, and thanks for the review. : ) Lol, and I'm happy the grammar and spelling are appreciated.

Clarinetto14—I'm glad you like the length! In my other stories my chapters were only 1,000-1,500 words, on average, but I used to get tons of reviews asking for longer chapters. These ones are about 4,500-6,000 words on average. Hope you like this chapter just as much! And I'm so glad you liked the Night Drills Chapter : ).

TheWitchOfTheSouth—I'm glad you think they're pretty much in character, though I do agree Zach was being forward. I don't really have a reason he gave her a freaking massage in the dark, but what the hay! Zammie goodness : ) I'm really happy you like Tyler, because he's one of my favorite characters in this story. I'm finding out that I have a LOT of fun creating characters, lol. Originally he wasn't even going to be a big character in this, but I needed a friend for her and I randomly chose him. Now I'm really glad I did because his character has sort of developed itself. I never saw him going this far, but he took on a life of his own. At first I thought I as going to use Matt, but then I realized his name was Matt like Cammie's dad and was like 'Duh! I can't use him! Major problemo!', so I settled for Tyler instead, because I felt their characters was the most similar. Now I'm really glad I chose Tyler. As for Cammie's dad, I don't want to give too much away, but I will say that this is NOT, by any means, a CoC story! This is all romance and fluff, with a little bit of history. No action, as far as the CoC or CIA or anything is concerned. The only action/fighting in this fic will be in P.E.

HorseLoverKT—Thanks for the grade : ). I'm glad people are actually doing it! I've actually developed a story line based on some of the reviews I've gotten. I finished it, literally, ten minutes ago. I agree with you about Tyler and Scott. And bringing their parents into it would just complicate everything anyways, and there's really no point. There won't be any CoC/Action in this story.

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..Blonde—Thanks, and I'll try to get the chapters out as fast as I can : ) Once school starts thought (for me it's on August 17) I might put the story on hiatus though. On the side, I'll be writing chapters, but I might not post them during the school year unless I actually finish the story.

Missperfect23—The preview was basically three different previews, so that's probably why you didn't get it. It was just three small excepts from this chapter. Idk if I'll bring in Abbey. I like the idea, but I never really envisioned her in this story, so I can't say if it will or will not happen.

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Anonymous Reviews:

(…)—I'm glad you like Tyler so much, lol! Sorry though, he's totally mine! He might be gay, but he's freaking sexy! Right now the plan is for the girls to find out the delio with the boys in chapter 11 since it's the climax, and I'll try my best to stick to that, but sometimes the stuff I plan for doesn't fit in the amount of chapters I predict, so stuff gets a little drawn out. : ). Thanks for the review!

Lovelymemories—I'm glad you like the story, and I'm ESPECIALLY glad you like the authors notes! They're so much fun, and it's true I put a LOT of background info in them. So I'm glad people are reading them and getting the information.

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The Story So Far:

Cammie and the Gallagher Girls arrived at Blackthorne, and all of them except Cammie were immediately welcomed by the boys. Tyler Hill took pity on Cammie and easily befriended her, but he was the only boy willing to. Zach, another junior boy, was intrigued and confused by Cammie, who seems to know nothing of her father's involvement at Blackthorne, but only watched her from afar. There was immediate chemistry between Zach and Cammie, much to Cammie's embarrassment and Zach's amusement. During dinner, the girls found out they would be sharing a bunker with the boys, much to their dismay, leading to a fight between Tina and Cammie.

In the middle of the night, the girls were surprised with Night Drills, a vigorous night-training program they will be graded on. The Night Drill instructor/sergeant, Beau, immediately singles out Cammie, just like the other boys did. Except, instead of singling her out to make her a social pariah, Beau singled her out because he is sexually attracted to her…in the creepiest way possible. Rapist, much? Cammie thinks so.


Chapter Six: Communal Showers of the Gods and Breakfast Surprises


Blackthorne Institute for Boys

Desk of Col. J. Jameson

Security Chief


Security Report:

Accompanying the Gallagher Girls for the entirety of the exchange (taking place at Blackthorne Institute for Boys) are two armed guards, traditionally stationed at Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Below are their profiles, pulled from the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women's files by Headmistress R. Morgan, per the request of Col. J. Jameson (Security Department Head, Blackthorne Institute for Boys). Approval granted by Dr. Steven Sanders.

Hamon, Wesley A. (CIA-active)

Age: 18

Sex: M

Ethnicity: Caucasian, British

Education: Unknown

Profession: Security Agent (Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women)

Family: Mother: Anastasia Hamon (General Store Manager). Father: Francis Hamon (General Store Owner). Brothers: Edmund Hamon. Caleb Hamon. Jacob Hamon. Joseph Hamon. Sisters: Sarah Hamon. Ann Hamon. Jane Hamon. Erika hamon. Sophie Hamon.

O'Connery-Walsh, Julien M. (CIA-active)

Age: 19

Sex: M

Ethnicity: Caucasian, Scottish

Education: Blackthorne Institute for Boys

Profession: Security Agent (Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women)

Family: Father: Jacob Walsh (CIA-retired). Mother: Julia O'Connery-Walsh (MI6-retired). Brother: Walsh, Gabriel (MI6-active). Sister: Julia O'Connery-Walsh II, deceased.


Blackthorne Institute for Boys

Junior Bunker


Cammie woke to bright sunlight filtering in through the windows, dust particles floating in the air. She stretched her hands over her head and sat up. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, and she blushed when she remembered exactly why. Ahem, massage, ahem.

She looked around and wasn't surprised to see all the boys had already left, probably for the showers. It seemed like the boys stuck together, and weren't gifted with a large amount of patience.

Across the isle, Bex was staring at the ceiling. Above her, a ladybug was crawling through the cracks in the ceiling, trying to find it's way out. Liz was lying across her bed, reading Aerospace Engineering Through the Ages. Cammie laughed, catching the two girls' attention.

"Great, you're up Cam!" Bex grinned, with a mischievous in her eyes. She jumped up from her bed and went to rummage around in her trunk. "Let's go shower! The boys have already left! Don't worry about the other girls," she nodded her head at the sleeping lumps, "they set their alarms for later so they wouldn't have to shower with the guys."

Cammie's smile dropped and her stomach fell about two hundred and ten feet. "Shower with the guys?" she repeated. Cammie exchanged terrified glances with Liz.

"You aren't serious, are you Bex?" The southern blonde asked anxiously.

Bex looked up and laughed mischievously at the look on their faces. "Of course I am! You aren't getting out of it now! I want to see me some sexy boy bodies!" Liz and Cammie exchanged horrified glances.

"Grab you're shower shoes and let's go!" Bex said, running out of the bunker.

Cammie groaned and fell back on her bed.

.~***~.

Junior & Senior Shower Room


"Okay, the faster we get in there, shower, and get out, the better," Cammie muttered to Bex and Liz. Liz jerked her head up and down in a petrified nod, and Bex grinned. Cammie always got nervous when Bex grinned like that. Liz clutched her shower bag to her chest tightly.

The three girls stood in front of the Shower Room, listening to the muted sound of male laughter and running water.

It was a small, sleek-looking building, with a line of glass block windows running the length of the structure from front to end, set at about eye level. Through the glass were barely visible human forms, stretching their arms above their heads and shaking their hair like wet dogs.

Cammie gulped. Cautiously, the girls opened the door and peeked inside.

The shower stalls ran on either side of a long isle, like a stable, and each shower stall was about as wide as two girls, standing side by side, so there was just enough room for overdeveloped, hormonal male teenagers with attitude problems. The walls dividing the showers were made completely of frosted glass block. The stall doors were a finished cherry wood, and set half a foot off the ground, feet and ankles poking out from under them, and the same length down from the ceiling, so no one could peek over the top. The floor down the isle was made of the same wood as the stall doors, but inside each shower the ground was made of grey and black mosaic tile, and the floors sloped to let the water down the drain in the corner of the shower stall. Towels hung on hooks mounted in the glass block in between each stall. At the very end of the building the room widened and shower stalls were replaced with pristine white sinks, with hanging, lighted mirrors. There was a bench sitting in the isle in between the two rows of sinks, with clothes and towels liberally draped all over it.

Cammie's jaw dropped. It was beautiful! It looked like a luxury bathroom Cammie's mother would have designed. How was that even possible with teenage boys using it? Cammie didn't know a lot about boys, but what she did know was that they weren't exactly bathroom sanitary creatures.

And it was so clean! Not at all what Cammie was expecting. It looked like the entire building had been newly renovated. The grout and the tile were perfect, there wasn't any mold or mildew, no hairballs clogging the drains, not even any soap scum!

Were they boys or housewives?

"Holy moly," Cammie exclaimed loudly, without thinking. Immediately, the laughing ceased and the figures behind the frosted glass froze.

"Oops," Cammie gulped. Liz glared at Cammie accusingly.

"Well," Bex said, her English accent staining her voice. "We might as well go in, now that they know we're here." She sent Cammie a meaningful look (at which the reprimanded girl ringed) and calmly entered the Shower Room with her head held high.

Bex strut down the isle fearlessly, as if she were unaware of the male heads peaking out of the showers stalls. Grant poked his head out and his eyes widened when he saw Bex, but she breezed by him like he wasn't there. "Bex?" He choked, surprised and embarrassed. He quickly grabbed the towel hanging on the hook and shut his shower door with a bang, in a desperate attempt to make sure his family jewels were covered.

Cammie and Liz tentatively went in after Bex. Liz pushed Cammie in front of her like a human shield, keeping a firm grip on the back of Cam's shirt.

Everywhere Cammie looked there were naked boys staring at her with blank faces, watching as she stumbled forward. Even though she couldn't see anything from their ankles up, it was the knowledge that behind those flimsy cherry doors there were stark naked boys, scrutinizing her, like a cat studies a mouse before it eats it, that made Cammie sweat.

Cammie hurried down the isle to Bex, as fast as she could without slipping, keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

Cammie hated being seen, but it was so much worse when the ones seeing you were naked teenage boys.

"Here, Cam," Bex said when they had caught up. She gestured to one of three empty stalls she had found. Unfortunately, it was only halfway down the isle (so there would be boys on both sides of her, and worse, the other two stalls Bex had spotted were on the other end of the Shower Room, far, far away. Cammie felt absolute, horrible dread settled deep in her stomach.

Just as she opened her mouth to protest vehemently, but Bex cut her off with a smile, a wink, and a "Have fun," before promptly bouncing off to shower, Liz trailing behind her with only an apologetic smile for Cammie. Cammie felt all the air leave her body.

The boys in the surrounding stalls turned to look at her. She tried not to notice, but she recognized a few of them. One of them was the golden haired boy who had helped them the night before, Michael (when he saw her he sent her a small smile); in the stall directly across from her Daniel Lee, another junior, ducked back into his stall and locked the door; Matt was there (Cammie tried not to cringe), in the stall diagonal to her; on her left was a senior who's name she didn't know, but she recognized from last night; and finally, on her right was Zach, leaning cockily against his door and smirking at her with sexy green eyes—wait, what?

Zach?

Holy crap, Zach!

What are the chances Zach of all people would end up in the stall next to m—Bex! Holy crap! She must have set this up! I'll kill her! I'll pummel her until she's pulp! How could she? Cammie mentally despaired. Lost in her thoughts, she absentmindedly watched beads of crystal water run down Zach's face, drip down his temple past glittering emerald eyes, slide over strong cheekbones, glide along his jaw line, and drop down onto the pale skin of his collarbone—Cammie suddenly shook her head. UGH, BEX!

Cammie didn't realize she had been staring at his chest until he licked his lips and winked arrogantly. "Care to join me, Gallagher Girl?"

Cammie's jaw dropped, and just like that her moment of admiration was over. Way to ruin it, Zach.

"No!" Cammie exclaimed, her face morphing to one of disgust. "Absolutely not!" she rambled, obviously flustered. Her face flushed. "I would never—ew! Gross! Jeez, no way!"

Zach laughed out loud and winked once more, before wordlessly pulling his head back into his stall and shutting the door.

Still blushing, Cammie did the same, apprehensively stepping into the stall (still fully clothed). She shut the door and looked around.

Above her, in the ceiling, a skylight let in the morning sun, though there was a shower light drilled onto the wall. The large waterfall showerhead stuck out from the wall. The floor was black and grey mosaic tile, and it angled gently towards the corner drain.

In between the stalls, the walls were made completely of frosted glass block. She could vaguely make out Zach's hands rubbing down his—she blinked her hand flew up to her mouth in horror. She did not just think that! No way, Jose!

"You can't see them," she told herself, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "They aren't even there." She opened her eyes again. Oh, but I can! …Well, technically it's more of a vague outline, but it still counts. I can still see what he's doing and… where he's putting his hands. Cammie gulped.

And if she could see them…then they could see her.

They could see her undressing.

Oh my god. Cammie tried not to hyperventilate.

Okay, Cammie, she thought, just breathe. Just breathe…It's all going to be okay. Just take your shower, Cammie, and then it'll all be over. Cammie took a deep breath and braced herself.

With shaking hands, Cammie quickly undressed herself. She hung her clothes over the top of the door (taking extra care to make sure her underwear was stuffed into the pant leg of her jammies, so the boys wouldn't get a peek at her pink and yellow striped underwear) next to her towel. Cammie took extra care not to notice how still the boys in the stalls on either side of her had become, and how their heads were suspiciously turned towards her. She definitely didn't notice the way the unnamed senior quickly turned around and moved his hand to the juncture in between his—NOPE! I see nothing! Nothing at all!

Cammie turned the water on full blast, as quickly as she could.

Slowly—very, very slowly—she started to relax under the hot spray and steam.

.~***~.

When she was finished she shut the water off and pushed her wet hair back from her face. She quickly wrapped her towel around her body, nice and snug.

Cammie peered out her door. Most of the boys had already left by now, including Zach, but Bex and Liz were still showering. Cammie could hear Bex humming over the spray of the water.

Cammie left her stall and went to knock on Bex's stall door. "Bex, it's Cammie." Bex quieted. "I'm going to head back to the bunker now, okay?"

"Sure thing, Cam. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Bye." Cammie knocked on Liz's door and told her the same.

Cammie left the Shower Room, shivering from the frigid October air. All she had on was a towel, since the bunker was just around the corner. Cammie hadn't wanted to put on her dirty clothes, and in a wet shower no less, so she had opted to stick with the towel. She figured no one would see her since everyone (meaning the boys) were probably already at breakfast, which ran from eight to ten, anyways.

When Professor Buckingham had first them classes didn't start till ten thirty, the girls were thrilled, to say the least. Classes back home started at eight thirty everyday, and there was a strict nine o'clock curfew. This meant they could practically sleep in everyday, and take, as much time as they needed getting ready, given they weren't to keen on breakfast. Dr. Steve warned them that the food went fast, because the boys all liked to eat, a lot.

Cammie pulled her towel tighter around herself and made her way back to the bunker.

Just as she was about to turn the corner, she heard the unmistakable sounds of boys walking her way. Cammie froze, her eyes darting for a place to hide. No way was she going to let them see her in nothing but a towel.

Seeing no place to hide, she pressed herself up against the corner of the building they were walking passed.

The smooth concrete wall was cold to the touch.

"You should have seen your face when she passed you!" Someone jeered playfully. They laughed.

"Shut up man!" Another boy cried. The second boy punched the first, by the sound of it, on the shoulder.

"Cool it, Rex," a third scolded, but his tone was light. "It was just a joke."

"You didn't think it was so funny when she passed you!" Rex said.

The third boy scoffed. "Please! Cammie Morgan has nothing on me. She got lucky."

Cammie froze, realizing they were talking about last night.

"Forget it, Isaac," Rex said, with a scoff in his voice.

"Let's go eat," the first boy interrupted, trying to ease the tension between the other two boys. "I'm starving! I hate when Beau works us hard."

"He had to make an impression on our guests," The one Cammie thought was Isaac jeered.

Cammie wrinkled her nose. What an ass.

"Whatever," the first boy said dismissively.

Cammie pressed herself against the wall harder as the three boys passed the building. None of them looked her way, but she wouldn't move until they were safely out of visible distance. She watched the three boys horse around, as they walked away. They must have been seniors, since she didn't recognize any of them from dinner or the junior bunker.

When they had rounded the corner, down the lane, Cammie let out a sigh of relief.

Quickly, without looking, she swung herself around the side of the building and out onto the street the bunker was on.

She froze.

Zachary freaking Goode was leaning up against the building (the one she had just been hiding behind), smirking at her.

Holy crap.

Cammie groaned. Why the heck was he everywhere?

"What's the matter, Gallagher Girl? Aren't you happy to see me?" His eyes looked her up and down and he laughed out loud. "What happened to your clothes, Gallagher Girl? Not that I mind," he winked. He ran a slender hand through his dark hair, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You know," he mockingly scolded, "it isn't nice to hide from people!" He pouted. Yes, actually pout-age.

Cammie huffed, and put a hand on her hip. "That is none of your business!" she fumed. Suddenly, all she could think about was how annoying he was, with his little smirk and his little abs, and his little sexy hands—and always showing up all over the place. Was he following her?

"Are you following me?" she blurted, her eyes widening.

Zach blinked, then laughed out loud. "Of course not! Why would you think that?"

Cammie scowled. She hated being laughed at. "Because you're everywhere I go," she said pointedly, like she was talking to a three year old.

Zach rolled his eyes. "We live together now, Gallagher Girl. Get used to it." He smirked. He pushed himself off the wall and moved to stand in front of her…very close.

"Why do you do that?" Cammie wondered out loud.

"Do what?" Zach asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Call me Gallagher Girl. I have a name you know," she said, aggravated.

Zach's expression cleared and he smirked. Again. He shrugged. "You're a Gallagher Girl, aren't you?"

Cammie gave him a look that said "So what?"

Zach rolled his eyes. "I know you have a name, Cammie," Zach mocked. "But Gallagher Girl is your new nickname." Now he was the one talking to her like she was the three year old.

"Says who?" Cammie seethed, livid at Zach's audacity.

"Says me," he winked.

"Ugh!" Cammie groaned. "You're so annoying!" Cammie had almost completely forgotten she was standing in nothing but a towel in freezing October weather.

"But you like it," Zach said, grinning. "Admit it, you liked that massage I gave you last night."

Cammie flushed and she spluttered. "You ass!" she shrieked. "I—you—I didn't—how dare you!"

Zach openly laughed at her, making her even angrier.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl," he said, taking a step closer. "Lighten up."

Cammie fumed. "Get out of my way!" she said suddenly, making to move pat him. When he didn't step aside, she pushed him out of the way and practically ran back to the bunker. She could hear him laughing at her from behind her.

"Jerk," she muttered.

.~***~.

Cafeteria


Cammie walked into the cafeteria, her head held high. She pretended not to notice the way the chattering boys fell silent as she passed their tables. She pretended not to notice the way their eyes followed her all the way to the junior table. She pretended not to notice the younger boys' blatant whispering, and the older boys' meaningful glances.

"Good morning, Tyler," she chirped merrily as she sat down beside her new friend.

Tyler turned away from Matt to smile at her. "Morning Cammie." Behind him, Matt gave Cammie a nod and an awkward half-smile in greeting, and she returned it with a reserved smile of her own. Matt turned away to chat with Chris.

"How are you?" Tyler asked.

Cammie reached for a cherry pastry. "I'm okay." She looked up and raised an eyebrow at his teasing smile. "What?"

Tyler grinned. "How was your shower? See anything…interesting?" He waggled his eyebrows.

Cammie scowled. "Humph." She turned her nose up. "Very funny, Tyler."

Tyler laughed out loud. Cammie rolled her eyes and took a bite out of the pastry, holding it over her plate to catch the crumbs.

Just as she took a sip of her orange juice, Zach swooped down and parked himself in the seat directly across from her, his friends, Grant and Jonas, following and sitting on either side of him. "Ooh, pastry and OJ? Yummy, Gallagher Girl," he smirked.

Cammie nearly spit her OJ all over his arrogant, smug face.

Instead, she coughed. Spluttering, she angrily slammed her glass back onto the table, causing the juice to slosh over the rim and all over her hand. "Zach!"

"That's my name. But I must insist if you plan on screaming it that you wait until we're somewhere a little more private." He winked cheekily.

Cammie's mouth dropped open, along with Grant and Jonas'. Tyler sniggered.

"I—you—how dare you!"

"Funny, you keep saying that to me," he remarked.

Cammie scowled. Fuming, she wiped the juice off her hand with her napkin, and then threw it at Zach's face. It hit his cheek and fell onto the table. Zach stared at the napkin for a moment, then lifted his eyes to her and raised an eyebrow.

"Well that was mature."

"Ugh! You complete butt!"

"Whoa, there. No need for name-calling. And 'butt'? Is that the best you can do?"

"I can't stand you!"

"That's okay, Gallagher Girl. I've got enough patience for the both of us."

"'Us'? Hah! What us? There is no us! There is me, Victim Cammie, and you, Cocky Ass."

"Cocky Ass, huh? You're getting better at this."

"Don't you have something better to do than annoy the heck out of me?"

"No, actually, I don't."

"Ugh!"

"That's it. Moans and groans and screams are perfect."

"You're a pig."

"Says the girl has pulp all over her hand. How many of those pastries did you manage to scarf down before I showed up and saved you from choking."

"I wasn't choking."

"But you probably would have if you had kept shoving those cherry pastries down your pretty little throat."

"For your information, I only had this one! And now my appetite is completely ruined!"

"Aw, was it seeing my wet, glistening abs this morning that put you off food?"

"You jerk! Yes, you put me off my breakfast, but it wasn't your 'wet, glistening abs'!

"Oh really? What was it then?"

"It was your bigheaded, egotistical attitude!"

"I knew you were going to say that. And I think we both know that it's a lie."

"It's not!"

"It definitely is. No sane woman could ever resist this! It's completely unrealistic."

"I think what's unrealistic is the size of your ego."

"We can talk about sizes if you want, Gallagher Girl, but it isn't going to be the size of my ego we discuss."

"You're disgusting!"

"You love it."

"Get real."

"I'm as real s they come."

"Whatever, Zach." Cammie scoffed. "You only wish."

Neither of them realized everyone was openly listening to their argument.

Just as Cammie's voice started to rise, Bex skipped into the cafeteria, Liz stumbling in after her.

"Morning Cammie," Bex crowed. She swooped down and took the seat next to Cammie. "Good morning, Boys," she greeted with a grin.

Grant winked at her, and she giggled.

"Good morning," Liz said shyly, sitting down as well. She was trying not to stare too obviously at Jonas.

"Morning," Cammie grumbled angrily.

"Ooh, Cammie's in a bad mood," Bex said, sipping her milk. "What's eating you, Cam?"

Cammie looked up from her food to glare at Zach. "Why don't you ask Mr. Goode?"

Zach smirked. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he enunciated gleefully.

Cammie's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Excuse me?"

Zach actually had the freaking audacity to wink at her.

"I can't believe you!" Cammie exclaimed, outraged.

"Hey Tyler," Liz said, leaning over the table to see him. "What was up with that teacher last night?"

The question distracted Cammie. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of Beau, then turned to look at Tyler, too.

Tyler frowned. "He normally isn't that…creepy." At Cammie's doubtful look he said, "No, I mean it. I've never seen him act that way before. He was a total ass to you Cammie, I'm sorry."

Cammie gave Tyler a slight smile. "It isn't you fault your teacher's probably a registered sex offender."

Tyler laughed, but he turned serious again. "Are you sure you're okay? Beau's usually an okay guy, but I thought he was going to pin you down and force himself on you in front of us all last night." He was frowning down worriedly at her.

Cammie grimaced, feeling slightly sick. "I'm fine, Tyler."

"Besides," Bex said, trying to lighten the mood. "If he tries anything Cammie will kick his butt. Won't you Cam?"

Cammie smiled. "Of course I will." Then she put her head down and picked at her pastry, her appetite legitimately gone this time.

"Don't worry, Gallagher Girl." Zach's voice pulled Cammie's head up. He was smirking again, but it was different because his eyes were concerned. "I'll protect you from all evil."

Cammie laughed a little. She sent Zach a grateful smile when she knew no one was looking, and he lifted the corner of his mouth up in return, his eyes happy.

When he isn't so annoying he's really kind of…sweet, she thought.

The Bex spoke up. "He was really unnecessarily creepy last night…but you have to admit," she grinned, "his voice is effin' sexy!"

Okay. Sweet moment broken. "Bex!"

"What?" she asked. "It was!"

"Gee, thanks for the support," Cammie hinted with a scowl.

Bex sent her an apologetic look. "I can't help it, Cammie. He was so handsome!"

Grant scowled.

"Did you miss the part where he was mentally raping her, Bex?" Zach asked bluntly.

Liz shuddered, and Jonas patted her hand comfortingly, making them both blush.

"Seriously…" Tyler muttered, sending Bex a look that said 'Who let you out of the loony bin ten years to early?'

Just then something soft hit the back of Cammie's head. She frowned and reached a hand to her hair.

"What's wrong?" Liz asked, catching her grossed out expression.

Cammie's eyes widened in disgust, and she spun around in her seat. Sitting at the table behind her was a group of guffawing sophomores, bumping fists obnoxiously.

"Cammie?" Bex said behind her.

"Did you just throw egg at my head?" Cammie shrieked.

The boys looked at her, snickering. She glared at them.

The boy sitting in the middle laughed. "Hey baby," he said with a wink. Seriously? How old was this kid, and why did he think he had the right to act like a sex-deprived, twenty something?

His eyes raked Cammie body and suddenly she felt dirty.

Sex-Deprived Boy leaned across the small isle between the tables and held out his hand, leering pathetically at her. "My name is—"

"—Going to end up on a gravestone if you don't turn around and mind your own business!" said and angry voice behind Cammie.

Cammie's eyes widened and she whirled back around. "Julien!" she yelped in shock.

Standing behind Grant and Zach was a tall, handsome man. His gelled back hair was so dark it looked obsidian, and his silver eyes so pale they looked like mist. He glared furiously at Sex Deprived Boy, his hands clenched at his side.

Sex Deprived Boy's grin fell from his face. "Who are you?" he asked stupidly.

"I'm the one who's going to kick your ass if you don't apologize right now," Julien growled.

"Julien, calm down. I was dealing with it." Cammie said in a soothing voice, jumping into action.

Julien glanced at her, and his voice softened. "I'm not going to let this jerk disrespect you like that, Cam."

"It's okay, Julien," she insisted. "I can take care of him. Just sit down."

Julien gave her a frustrated look, but he thrust himself onto the bench, shoving Grant and Zach apart to make room.

"Whoa, man! Not cool," Grant exclaimed as he fell over on the bench.

Cammie ignored them and looked back at the boys one more time. She gave them a nasty look and they gulped. "I'm going to say this once, and hopefully you're tiny brains will absorb it: Leave. Me. Alone. I don't want anything to do with you or you're friends, so back off!"

"Who do you think you are?" Sex-Deprived Boy said furiously, standing up.

Cammie snorted. "Listen, I don't know what your problem is, maybe you were dropped as a baby, or you hit your head really hard—I don't care—but I want you to leave me alone. Get lives and stop with the disgusting, rude behavior. You aren't five years old, so grow up and leave me and my friends alone."

She turned her back on the angry boys.

"What jerks," she said to her friends, rolling her eyes. She pretended she didn't hear the humiliated boys get up furiously and leave the cafeteria. No one spoke until they had gone.

Once they did, Julien looked at Cammie, concerned. "Are you okay, Cammie?" he asked her.

"I'm fine," she assured him.

"Dude, who the hell are you, anyways?" Grant blurted. Zach elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow!" Grant exclaimed, rubbing for his side. "What was that for?" Zach rolled his eyes, so Grant sent him a dirty look.

"It was poor form," Tyler informed Grant, whose face lit up with comprehension.

Julien laughed. "I'm Julien O'Connery-Walsh," the older man said, smiling pleasantly. He stuck his hand out to Grant. "Nice to meet you."

Grant eyed his hand and snorted. "We bump here, man." He grabbed Julien's hand and balled it into a fist, then hit it with his own.

"Grant…" Jonas muttered exasperatedly, shaking his head.

"What are you doing here?" Cammie asked Julien, completely ignoring the bickering boys.

Julien grinned at her like he had a secret to tell. "Did you really think your mom was going to let you girls come here all alone?" Julien asked Cammie conspiratorially.

"No, but she sent Professor Buckingham to supervise us," Cammie replied, confused.

"To supervise you, sure, but she sent me to supervise them," he said, gesturing to the cafeteria full of boys. "I'm here to make sure guys like that jerk who was harassing you aren't a problem." Julien picked up what was left of Cammie's pastry and took a bite. He swallowed and added as an afterthought: "Oh, and Wesley's here, too."

"Wesley's here?" Bex said in surprise, sitting up straighter. "Where is he?"

"Who ever knows where Wesley is," Julien said, rolling his eyes. The girls laughed.

"Wait, I'm confused," Grant said, putting up a hand, his brows furrowed. ("Big surprise there," Zach muttered under his breath.) "Who's Wesley, and how do you know the Gallagher Girls?"

"Wesley and I are guards at Gallagher," Julien told them. "I started there two years ago, straight out of school—"

"Wait," Grant interrupted, "You went here didn't you? I remember you, now! You're Mr. Walsh's brother! Don't you guys remember him?" Grant asked Tyler, Zach and Jonas.

"Yeah, actually, now that you mention it," Tyler said, squinting at Julien.

"I knew you looked familiar!" Jonas exclaimed. "Mr. Walsh is one of my teachers. He's involved in the Research and Development Track."

Julien nodded. "That's him. Anyways, Headmistress Morgan sent us to bring the girls here and stay with them for the duration of the exchange. We're basically your body guards while you're here."

"So you're staying?" Cammie said, her eyes shinning hopefully.

"Of course, Cam," Julien winked at her. "If I didn't, who else would protect you from turd-eating retards like that jerk from before?"

"Who was that kid, anyways?" Cammie asked, her anger coming back at the mention of him.

"Xavier Gray," Tyler said, making a face of distaste

"They're all sophomores, but Xavier's brother, Xerxes, is a senior this year. They both run with bad crowds, always getting into trouble and disrespecting everyone," Zach said

"Donovan Fletcher was the one next to him." Grant said. "With Kaleb Flynn, Charlie Hughes, Toby Washington and Colby Powell. Sometimes Liam Barnes and Alex Elliot hang with them, too, so steer clear of them."

"What kinds of things do they do?" Julien asked, looking like he wanted to take notes.

"Steal towels, glue your butt to your chair, hang your underwear from the flagpole. Immature, but embarrassing crap."

"Why don't any of the teachers stop them?" Liz asked.

"Because things at Blackthorne are different than Gallagher," Julien answered for the boys, surprising them. "There are a strict set of rules everyone has to abide by—important, obvious stuff—but beyond that, there aren't any rules about anything. Technically, the things they're doing aren't wrong, because nowhere does it say they specifically can't do them. And no one changes the rules because they've been around for so long, since the school was started in 1806, that changing them isn't even fathomable.

"Exactly," Tyler said, nodding.

"Well someone should still do something," Bex argued.

"Sometimes the best way to teach someone a lesson is to let them do the wrong thing until they realize they're playing the fool," Zach said.

Cammie blinked. "Wow, Zach. That was…deep."

Zach smirked (Cammie internally sighed exasperatedly). "Oh, I can get deep, Gallagher Girl. In more ways than one." He winked.

"Someone save me, please," Cammie muttered to the heavens.

Just then Professor Buckingham strode proudly into the room. She waltzed up to them and smiled.

"Good morning, Professor Buckingham," the girls chanted (Grant snickered, but stopped when Professor Buckingham shot him a disapproving look).

"There you girls are! I'd been hoping to catch you before you left your…sleeping arrangements. Unfortunately, the other girls informed me you had already left for breakfast. I just wanted to give you your new schedules." She reached into her long dress and pulled out three slips of half paper. She handed them out to the girls. "Have a nice day, girls, and good luck." She winked and then she was gone.

"Come on," Tyler said, standing up. "We should get to class."

The other boys and girls nodded, Julien saying goodbye until later. Zach, Grant and Jonas went of on their own, and Bex and Liz ran back to the bunker to grab their bags. Cammie and Tyler walked together.

"What class do you have first, Cammie?" Tyler asked.

"Advanced Russian III," she answered looking down at her schedule.

"I think Chris has that class, and Dmitri, too."

"Doesn't Dmitri speak Russian already?"

"He does, but he says he needs the class to make sure he doesn't loose it, since he barely ever gets to speak it here."

The rounded the cafeteria building and Cammie's head snapped up.

"Wesley!" she shouted. She took of running down the deserted lane, towards the surprised boy, and flung her arms around his thin body.

The sandy haired boy (he was only eighteen, just graduated) laughed and wrapped his arms around her too.

Their breaths puffed in the cold air.

"I'm so happy to see you!" Cammie laughed.

"I'm glad to see you too, Cammie," Wesley said. He pulled back and looked her in the face. "They better not have been too hard on you," he said, and Cammie knew he was talking about the Blackthorne boys.

Cammie half shrugged. "The whisper and stare a lot. There's this one guy, Zach! He's such a jerk! Oh, and Tyler—he's really sweet! That's him right there," she turned and waved at Tyler, who was walking towards them. "You'll like him," she told Wesley.

Tyler came up to them. "Hi," he said, smiling. "You must be Wesley."

Wesley laughed out loud. "Been talking about me, Cam?" he winked.

Tyler grinned and held his hand out. "I'm Tyler."

Wesley grabbed it with his own and Cammie noticed Tyler blush.

"Nice to meet you," Tyler said, a little breathlessly. Probably from the cold. Wesley grinned.

"Well, we better get to class," Cammie said regretfully. "Bye, Wesley."

Wesley dropped a kiss on Cammie's head and smiled at Tyler. "Bye. I'll see you guys around."

"Bye," Tyler called, beaming.


A/N Be prepared guys. This is the longest Author's Note yet, but it's also the most info-packed, and by far my favorite. It's super-long, but I've put a lot of good, useful information in it.

Oh, and I'm sorry for such a long wait. It was actually a lot harder for me two write the shower scene than I thought it was going to be. I just couldn't find the words I wanted to use to describe it the way it played out in my mind, and in the end it was super different than what I had originally planned. And I really just rushed the end of this chapter, so sorry if it wasn't that great.

Length

This story is now longer than 'Curiosity Killed the Spy' ('Back to Gallagher'), but that story was 17 chapters and took me a year to write, and this one is only 6 chapters so far. This story is still at the beginning, really. I barely consider it started, because most of it has been background to build the plot around. I can't say this story will be finished before the end of this summer (I know I did before, but I was wrong). In fact, I'm expecting this to be an ongoing story for the next school year. But, hey, who knows? I could be completely wrong.

School/Update Schedule

Once school starts again though, I'm returning to my other story ('Counter Clockwise'), since I've put it on hold until then. I'll definitely keep writing this one, but my time will be split between the two of them instead of just on this one.

Just so you know, school starts for me on August 17, and I'm moving literally the week before I need to be in school, so idk how frequent updates will be around then. Not to mention we're moving overseas, so that makes it all the harder.

Semi-Full New Character Biographies

To anyone who noticed, Julien and Gabriel Walsh (Liz's quantum physics, chemistry and calculus teacher) are brothers. Julien, his sister and his mother all took her maiden name in their last names (with hyphens) but Gabriel didn't. Or, well, Gabriel did as a kid, but after certain events, he changed his name to just his father's surname. Both Gabriel and Julien went to Blackthorne, but then Julien moved onto the CIA and then Gallagher, where as Gabriel was MI6 and then Blackthorne. Rachel assigned Julien to the exchange because, not only did he go to Blackthorne (so he knows all about it's existence), but his brother was there. Their relationship isn't strained, but it is a little cold. I expect any brothers' relations would be if they never saw each other and were always keeping secrets from each other. They get on amicably, but they aren't close enough that they talk. When I say talk, I mean really talk about problems and their lives and girls and everything, like brothers and sisters do. Gabriel and his mother have a very bad relationship; where as Julien and her have a very good one. That contributes to their lack of closeness. If Gabriel was Germany, their dad was Switzerland, their mother was America and Julien was mostly Britain, but a less active Britain. Julien sides with his mother mostly, but he is never actively is against Gabriel. Like he'll never be the one to start fights, but he'll defend his mom against his brother. The two are Scottish, but they don't really look like you'd expect. They have dark hair and silvery- grey eyes. Their hair is so dark it looks purple in some light. They're strange looking, but handsome. Originally I wrote that their parents were both dead, but then I changed my mind. They had a sister, Julia, but she died when she was young (9 years old) in a freak accident, which is the source of Gabriel and Julia's (the mother, not the sister. The sister was named after the mother) tense relationship. Before she died, Julia was closest to Gabriel. Gabriel blamed his mother for his sister's death, because she was supposed to be watching her, but she left her alone and then the accident happened. That was also why Gabriel changed his last name.

Wesley didn't know about Blackthorne. He never went to a spy school. Wesley is blonde with brown eyes. He came from a large, poor family in Britain. They own a general store and all work there, except for Wesley. He is CIA even though he's from Britain. He's closest to his sister Sarah (23), although everyone in their family is close. He's the oldest boy. His sisters Sarah, Ann (20) and Jane(19) are both older than him, but Erika (13) and Sophie (4) are younger. He has four younger brothers, Edmund "Ed" (18), Caleb (16), Jacob (11), and Joseph (8). Yes, that is an obscene amount of children, over a very long period of time. That's why the family struggles for money, but Wesley's parents are very much in love and have never complained. They're the type of people who are all around nice, caring, loving people who don't really give a shit about money. They are truly happy with their family.

More About Characters

I love creating characters. : ) It's so much fun coming up with their entire lives!

Some of you may have noticed I like to write a lot of families. I figure, there are probably a lot of spy families (like Cammie and Bex's) so I put them in when I feel comfortable. It just makes sense to me. There are a lot of brothers at Blackthorne.

Tyler will have a love interest in this, though I won't be focused on him all that much. There will be a chapter for that, including the argument I mentioned he might have with his brother. That's the 'Tyler's Happy Ending' chapter I mentioned earlier. Mostly though, Cammie will just notice it in passing, I think. Unless you guys want it…? Just let me know. : ) Can anyone guess who it is?

Oh, yeah. Someone mentioned in a review (sorry, I can't remember who, but if it was you, thank you so much!) that Cammie isn't very close to her female friends in this story after my comment about my characters being OOC in my last Authors Note. I'm glad they pointed this out, because I actually did it intentionally. At first, when I started writing this story, I didn't want to come out and give a lot of background about what I changed in the story. I really wanted to introduce it like it was it's own entirely new story, and slowly uncover stuff like Cammie's issues. BUT, the fact of the matter is that this is fanfiction—not it's own story. So I've changed my mind, and I think in the long run this will save everyone a lot of confusion, because they'll be expecting the story to turn pretty AU (alternate universe). I won't reveal everything yet, but I will say that Cammie's distance with her friends (they're all still best friends, but the reality is after some ahem certain events ahem they aren't AS close as they used to be) ties in with Cammie's dad, Josh, and Cammie's perspective about the life of a spy. That stuff is what is really going to make this story AU, basically.

A lot of people have asked me if this was going to be a fighting/CoC action story. The answer to that is NO. Big fat NO. This story is taking place after the CoC has been taken down and completely eliminated, so there is no chance of them showing up in this story. Any and all references to it are because it is part of a lot of peoples' pasts (like Cammie's dad, Zach, Joe Solomon, etc.). If any of you are confused about that or anything, then just leave me a review or pm me and I'll answer all of your questions.

About Oncoming Chapters

I just wanted to stop and say how excited I am to have finally planned out the plot for this story!

And…well…I just can't wait till it's done. I know that sounds really bad of me, but I've kind of got a lot of other fics I've been waiting to get onto, but I don't want to have too many big stories going on at once, so I've put those on hold until this one is done.

Also, at the beginning of each chapter I'm going to have cool little special excerpts and stuff (like I've been doing), but instead of things like profiles and security logs, it's going to be more things like diary entries. In fact, I'm so excited that I'm just going to tell you what to expect, with the title of the chapter!

Chapter 7: Uncle Joe…? Matt Morgan Diary Entry

Chapter 8: NAME UNDECIDED Matt Morgan Diary Entry

Chapter 9: Painting the Town Tyler Journal Entry (About his love interest)

Chapter 10: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Cammie Journal Entry (About Josh)

Chapter 11: A Chameleon's Secrets Letters from Cammie to her dad and Josh

Chapter 12: Now that Cammie Knows Everything A Guide to Everything A Guy Has to Know About A Girl, Based on Recent, Personal Experiences—A Compilation of Quotes from the Junior Class of Blackthorne Institute for Boys

Chapter 13: Putting off a Pedo 10 Reasons Men are Useless, and Pedos are Creepy, A List by Cameron Ann Morgan AND 10 Reasons Men are Useful and Zachary Goode is Wonderful

Chapter 14: Tyler's Happy Ending Tyler Journal Entry (About brother, love interest, etc.)

Epilogue: Literally, Gallagher Girl, This is Only the Beginning 10 Ways to Fit In/ Start of a New Year, a List by Cameron Ann Morgan

Oh, and as you can probably tell, JOSH plays a big part in this story Don't worry, he's not actually going to physically come to Blackthorne or anything, but he is a big part of Cammie's past, just like her dad, and the CoC.

Formatting

I changed the formatting of the story. You like? ;)

And notice how I've added structure to my author's notes? Lol!

About Changing Fandoms

So… I've been thinking. I'm kind of not really into the Gallagher Girls fandom anymore. It's not that I don't love GG, but I've read a lot of GG stories, and most of the stories I've written have been GG, too. So I was thinking that after this story is finished I'm going to stop writing GG fanfiction.

Basically, one of three things could possibly happen:

I stop writing GG stories after this one is finished, and start writing Harry Potter.

OR

I write one more story, possibly just a one-shot/two-shot/three-shot, for GG, in Zach's POV (1st person, for a change) and then stop writing GG fanfiction and move onto HP.

OR

I write this one, the Zach POV short story, and then leave open the possibility for future ONESHOTS (only oneshots!).

The reason I'm going to move myself to the HP fandom is because that's actually my main fandom, believe it or not. I mostly read HP fanfics, but I've put off writing them because I had been planning on this story (Brotherhood of I.C.) and the other big fic I've got going on right now (Counter Clockwise).

Anyways, the reason I bring this up guys is because I was wondering if it would be too much to ask for some advice on what to do here?

I don't want to get into another big story for GG (the Zach story), but on the other hand I do really want to try writing 1st person for him, because it sounds freakin' fun.

Also, if there were any HP fans reading, would you read any of my HP stories? The HP Fandom intimidates me, to be honest. I'm not sure I'm cut out as an author to write for it. It may sound silly, but Harry Potter is a huge franchise, one that a lot of people take very seriously and get very defensive about. People can be mean nad, more importantly, critical when it comes to messing around with /writing about HP.

About Writing This Story

I can't say that I particularly like writing this story. Sure, it's fun, but the fact of the matter is that I'm really not proud of the way my stories turn out. I think part of it is that all of them are in 3rd person, which is a challenge for me, and I'm not satisfied with the way I write 3rd person. In my opinion, 1st person is way easier, and I think if I started writing in 1st person (for at least a little while) I'd be much more satisfied with my work.

About the Excerpts/File Thingies at the Beginning of Each Chapter

If I'm being perfectly honest, these are what I look forward to writing the most. Every time I finish a chapter, I'm only excited to move onto the next one because it means I'll get to do another one of these.

Random Facts About Them:

I made up all the names of the freshman, sophomore, junior and senior Blackthorne Boys.

I made up all the teachers (except for the ones mentioned in the books) AND the classes they teach. I didn't get any of them from Internet suggestions of anything. I actually had a lot of fun making them up. If you didn't see, for the classes I came up with things like: Chemical Warfare 01, Gun Making for Beginners, Psychology of Soviet Society, CIA (the History of), Norwegian Dialects II, Advanced Russian III, Metal Shop (though not the ordinary kind. The teacher I assigned this class, Mr. Arnett, is actually named after my seventh grade Wood Shop teacher), Islamic Religion Study (I hope I didn't offend anyone with this, because I didn't mean too, I promise), Accents of the World IV, Bombs 101, Advanced Cultures of the World, Advanced Quantum Physics I, Advanced Chemistry III, Mechanics I, Calculus II, and Inside NASA.

On the schedules, if anyone noticed, their students IDs are legit. Meaning, I didn't grab some random numbers off the top of my head. They either had 'GG' or 'BB', obviously for Gallagher Girl/ Blackthorne Boy, and then a three-digit number. For the girls it was 1 and then whatever number they were on the attendance list. For example: Cammie is GG 107, because she is seventh on the attendance list. But Tina Walters is GG 110, because she is tenth. Macey McHenry is GG 111, just FYI, because she was added to the list later, so she was last. The boys' ID #s are also three digit numbers. The first number for seniors is 4, the first digit for juniors is 3, for sophomores it's 2, for freshmen it's 1, for eight graders it's 5, and for seventh graders it's 6. Then the next number is their place on the attendance list as well. So Zach is BB 305.

Even though the Coach is named Keller Olsen, Olsen being his last name, everyone calls him Coach Keller, Keller being his first name.

Aleksei Ivanovski, the Chemical Warfare Instructor, is Dmitri (in the Junior class) and Vasily's (in the senior class) older brother. I had a lot of fun making these three characters up because I've actually lived most of my life in post-soviet countries, where people were named Andrei, and Dmitri, and Vasily, and Ivan, and Aleksei, and Vladomir, and Taras, and Mykola, and Daniel, and Kostya, etc. I'm one of those freaky people who's lived all over the world, who moves all the time, and who has never lived in the same place for more than three years on a continual basis (meaning, for example, I've lived seven years in the U.S., but not all at once. I've lived there for periods of one to two to three years, until it's accumulated to seven years. Basically I move at least once every three years). Anyways, the point is that I grew up surrounded by Post-Soviet/Russian culture, so I feel very connected to these three brothers.

Love,

Katie

P.S.

Here's a LITTLE KNOWN FACT About This Story (meaning I've never told anyone until now):

The prologue for this story (when Zach is 'initiated' into the Circle) was actually the first piece of fanfiction writing I ever did. After spending hours and hours reading Gallagher Girl fanfiction stories (only GG fanfic stories, I might add) last summer, I was finally inspired to write that little piece.

Immediately after that (like literally only a couple of hours later), I wrote 'The Way to Blackthorne' (now called something else that I can't remember, and am to lazy to go check), which was written so poorly it makes me gag.

But anyways, when I wrote the 'prologue', I had no idea what I wanted to do with it.

I had also written a couple chapters of a story I was planning to write. It was Zach's POV (1st person), about him sneaking into Gallagher to see/break up with Cammie, even though he loves her. Then it switches to Cammie's POV, who catches Zach kissing Macey. Anyways, that fic was never finished, even though I liked it a lot. It was inspired by all the Macey/Zach stories that literally make me want to gag because I'm so against any Zach/Not Cammie pairing.

Anyways, at first, I was going to post the 'prologue' for this story and the few chapters I had written of the other story together and make a fic out of it, but then I kind of lost my muse and somehow, somewhere along the way, I decided to do this story (that you're reading) instead.

I think what happened is, instead of doing two separate stories (the exchange fic I promised in the A/N in 'Back to Gallagher' and the one with this prologue and those angst chapters), I squashed the two together, and it morphed into 'The Brotherhood of Ieoseph Cavan.'

Also, you should know that I've had tons of GG Fanfic story ideas that I've never written down. I literally have two or three Word documents full of little notes I've jotted down about potential stories. Like I said earlier, I'm probably not going to write any more big GG stories, but I'm willing to consider writing oneshots (some long and some short) based on all those story ideas that never made it into developed stories. I can't say when I'd write them, or even guarantee I will, but it sounds like a fun idea to me, and like something I would really, really enjoy doing. And who knows? One, or two, or maybe even three of them might end up as full-length stories, even though I'm not planning on it. Some of those ideas where such fun that just revisiting them to tell you about their existence is inspiring me. To just write and write and write.

Ohh! Maybe I can do a collection of GG oneshots! That'd be fun! It'd be like an album of all the ideas I had that I never developed!

….GASP! (I literally just did) What if I did a collection/album thingy of all the excerpts/files thingies I was talking about before (at the beginning of each chapter)? Now that would be effing awesome!

P.P.S. I've just realized my Author's Note is over 5,000 words, and at least six pages long. The Author's Note alone is almost as long as my last chapter (which was a little over 7,000 words).

…I've really got to stop this madness.

But I mean, it's like my commentary. And it's the way I share all the behind the scenes stuff with you guys. Without it, you wouldn't get half the fun. And it's the kind of stuff I can't really put in the story. Like I can't tell you Cyllus Graves (one of the Blackthorne Underclassmen I made up) was named after my real life English teacher's son in the story.

But really, though. This is getting ridiculous, so I'm going to start trying to cut back.