Okay, maybe it was just because I had some free time or maybe it was because I was so happy I got reviews... either way here's another chapter for you.


Chapter Eight:

Are You Crazy

Cammie's POV

"Hey," Liz said quietly as she slid into the chair next to mine in the library.

"Hey," I replied not bothering to look up from my book about Ancient Chinese warfare and battle strategies.

"Um, we're heading into town and were wondering if maybe you wanted to come with us?" Her voice was hesitant and pleading at the same time.

"Sure!" I exclaimed with false enthusiasm and unfolded myself from the black leather chair. "What's the occasion?" I asked as I dropped the book on a nearby table and tossed my bag over my left right shoulder.

"Nothing, Mr. Saunders just got bored and asked Mrs. Morgan if we could go to Roseville." Liz still hadn't gotten over calling my mom 'Mrs. Morgan'.

"So it was Mr. Saunders that invited me?" I asked cautiously and a little skeptically.

"No..." Liz said with a blush. "Macy asked if all the seniors could come and both Mr. Saunders and Mrs. Morgan agreed that would be for the best."

I thought about this for a moment before nodding. "Okay." I still hadn't quite recovered from the hurt of being kicked out of Mr. Saunders' class just under a week ago. "We'll have to stop by Bex's room and see if she wants to come with us." I added as we entered the Great Hall.

"Yeah." Liz mumbled carefully.

As bad as I was taking the dismissal, Bex was taking it eighty two times worse. Liz had carefully calculated it upon a request made by Macy.


Alex's POV

I sauntered along slowly behind the fifteen girls accompanied by the five young men, just watching the reaction of the town's people. All twenty teens had changed out of their uniforms and were bundled up in average looking winter wear. I suppose there was the occasional designer coat or one of a kind mittens, but for the most part I didn't understand how the people of Roseville could be so blind to the fact that the Academy wasn't a school for preppy rich girls.

"People certainly see only what they want to." I mumbled as a group of teenage boys sneered and made obscene hand gestures in the direction of my students.

My lips formed a smirk as I watched Solomon ignore the boys and turn to the student's before calling, "You have three hours before you must meet us back here to walk back to the school." And with that the twenty seniors scattered like leaves blown by a strong wind.

I found myself watched as Cameron, Elizabeth, Rebecca, and Macey took off in the opposite direction of the movie theater. "Interesting." I mused as I watched the Roseville boys 'stealthily' follow them.


Cammie's POV

"They're following us." Macey said just quietly enough as to not alert our pursuers.

"Good. Let them. I'm in the mood for some whop ass!" Bex practically growled.

"Bex, they're civilians." I mumbled as I glanced over at my friend.

She sighed loudly and her shoulder's slumped dejectedly. "I know."

Nodding, I continued walking until a voice called from behind us, "Hey, ho!"

On my left side Bex's hands formed fists and on my right Liz stiffened uncomfortable. My eyes darted to Macey who tossed her hair and seemed unfazed by the shout.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" The same voice called again and something wet hit the back of Liz's jacket. I turned just in time to duck in order to avoid getting pelted by a water balloon.

"What do you losers want?" Macey asked with acceptable rudeness.

She asked her question at the same time Bex blurted, "What's your problem!"

I glanced back to see seven Roseville boys standing ten feet behind us. One had a third water balloon in his hand.

"What do you want?" I asked, repeating Macey.

"We just want to talk..." The boy with the water balloon, who I assumed was the leader, sneered.

"Really, then what's with water balloons? It's the middle of the winter if you hadn't noticed... maybe the don't teach you about season in public school." Macey turned her nose up at the boy and folded her arms over her chest.

She didn't even have time to react before the bright green balloon splattered all over her hand sewn Austrian coat.

"Are you crazy!" I exploded. "It below freezing and you're trying to soak us with water!"

"Well maybe it will teach you a lesson about coming into our town!" The boy shouted as he advanced towards us.

I felt Bex prepare to spring into action by my side. I too had more than had enough. I was ready to beat on a bunch of punk wannabes. Even if they were civilians...

The boy stopped five feet in from of us and glared.

"To chicken to come any closer?" I whispered loud enough for his friends, who'd all drawn up behind him, to hear.

Anger washed over his face and he drew back his hand, ready to hit me. I was prepared to defend myself. What I wasn't prepared for was what happened next.

The boy swung and I tensed. But before he connected a black shape stepped between me and the Roseville boy, effectively shoving him backwards into his friends.

"The next time you attack one of my students I'll have the lot of you arrested." I stared up at Mr. Saunders, not sure if I was more surprised by the fact that he'd called me one of his students or if I was just started because I hadn't seen him approach.

All seven boys glared fiercely up at Mr. Saunders. Including the one he'd knocked to the ground.

"Come, girls. I hear the bakery that just opened has coffee." And with that Mr. Saunders turned us around and ushered us forward. I was so distracted that I didn't even notice he'd place a hand at the small of my back until he removed it to walk away, leaving us alone in front of the bakery.

Bex, Liz, Macey, and I glanced at one another before shuddering and heading inside to warm up.

"My coat is ruined!" Liz sobbed once we'd sat down with steaming cups of either coffee or hot chocolate.

She and Macey had both removed their soggy articles of clothing and laid them over the backs of chairs in hope they'd be dry by the time we had to head back.

"So is mine, only it's at least ten times expensive." Macey commented as she eyed her coat.

We all nodded, knowing Macey wasn't bragging about her money she was just stating a simply fact. Although, the fact that she had even mentioned money at all betrayed her irritation with the current situation we found ourselves in.

"What do you think you have happened if Mr. Saunders hadn't showed up when he did?" I asked out loud.

Bex smirked and Macey shot me one of her trademark 'well duh' looks before Liz answered. "We would have beaten them into bloody pulps and walked away laughing."

Silence met her comment and she glanced around. "What?" She asked innocently.

I made eye contact with Bex and then Macey before the three of us burst into laughter.

"What?" Liz asked again as Bex thumped her on the back. It wasn't long before our little blonde friend started to giggle along with us.

"I'll be right back," I said through laughs as I exited the bakery and went around the building to find the bathroom on the other side. Heading back I felt someone watching me. I covertly glanced around and spotted Mr. Saunders, leaning against a pay phone.

I frowned as I re-entered the bakery to join my friends.


Rachel's POV

Mr. Saunders filled me in on the incident once the girl arrived back. After he did I immediately called Cammie, Rebecca, Elizabeth, and Macey in to see me. They quickly confirmed the story and I that that was the end of it. If only it had been...

That night Hal from security called me and told me that the police were here to see me.

"Thanks, Hal. Standard procedure." I replied and hung up. I then reached under my desk to hit a hidden button that was fingerprint sensitive. Instants later the halls were filled with the sound of CODE RED CODE RED blaring into every room.

Standard procedure allowed Hal to stall the police for about ten minutes in order to make sure the Code Red went smoothly.

"What is this all about?" I asked myself as Joe slipped into my office to perch on the couch.

"Well if you don't know then I certainly don't know." Joe replied even though I hadn't actually asked him.

I just nodded and flipped through the cameras, watching my teachers shepherd students into rooms. The five boys were tucked away into a separate corridor and locked in with four of our male staff member, just in case anyone asked...

I then waited, none to patiently, for Hal to deliver Officer Gavin Cavell, Officer Nicholas Gram, and Officer Monique Mann to my door. I knew the identities of the officers, their course records, and had run complete background checks on them and their entire families going back three generations before they even arrived. The only interesting tidbit I'd recovered is that Officer Mann's family claimed they were descendants of Napoleon Bonaparte.

"Of course you are," I mused sympathetically as I continued to read about the woman.

Everything appeared to be in order, no secret KGB connections or red flags involving Islamic terrorism in any of the three officer's files.

"What are they here for." I asked again and this time Joe remained silent, probably reading about the three officers as well.