HURRAY FOR DEGROUNDING! IM FREE AT ATLAST! OK BACK TO THE STORY! I DON'T OWN THE GALLAGHER SERIES WISH I DID!
I was frozen (and trust me that doesn't happen often) Wait, Surrounded in girls? Since when did that happen? Oh wait I thought He's normal he can have a life outside of Spy work and field Training. And that was the only time I have ever felt chagrin about my life. Of coarse as my thoughts took control of my mind I barely noticed that Zach and the other boys had gone to buy tickets. This was when Dillon and Josh notice us 8 Gallagher Girls huddled in a clump outside the old peeling barn waiting for our dates to return with our ticket into the party {Figures}. Dillon approached first along with the other boys {not including Josh} who I now realized were the other girls dates. The Over Make-upped fish-mouthed girls were giggling as there dates approached us menacingly then followed. "Well, Well, Well What have we here' Dillon said "Oh, Cammie how nice to see you again" He said tauntingly
"Go to Hell" Macey said robustly "Yeah leave us alone" Another sophomore said.
"Why Should we" One of the guys answered "This is our territory remember?" Ok so what, we were hunters now?!? If I didn't have to with hold my cover these guys would be dead as doorknobs right about now. That's when I saw the boys walking back to us from the ticket booth. I pretended to scratch my head and clipped a microphone under my hair.
"Zach Please tell me you have a comms unit!!"
"What is it"?
They looked over at us and I shot them a frantic look. Grant was smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning as Josh told him his plan. OH GREAT now we just wait for the BOOM!
Actually there was no BOOM Just a light tap on Dillon's shoulder.
"Excuse me" Zach said politely but with underlying menace "is there a problem here?" I made an internal note that although there were 2 more REGs (A/N: I don't feel like writing Rosville so I will call them REG for regular) The BT boys had 6 or 7 years of spy training and I was sure that if Zach pulled a right hook at a 183 degree angle I was sure we could make contact with all of them with in the first 34 seconds of affrontation if this were to come to a figh- NO THIS SITTUATION WAS NOT GOING TO END UP IN A FIGHT! The REGS were looking the BT boys up and down with slight unease. Bex solved that problem. She hooked Grant around the arm and I followed suit than we stepped into the Barn with full confidence.
