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Chapter 8:

Drugged?

The past few weeks that Macey had been living with us was probably some of the most stressful weeks of my life. With Bex trying to kill Macey every five seconds, then me pulling her off of her, and the whispering girls watching. It was really starting to tick me off.

I refused all the missions the Director asked me to go on. I was still mad about the incident 3 years ago, I wasn't going to lie.

Once Macey was feeling better and over Zach (which really didn't take very long *eye roll*), she started acting like she used to. Like she was one of my best friends again. but I wasn't going to trust her so quickly. She also mentioned how Zach was always being so strange lately; drinking this strange liquid she didn't know about.

Macey said she thought at first that it was alchohol, but when she went to take a sip, Zach went crazy. She said it smelled funny, but didn't smell like any of the poisons we had learned about at Gallagher; which was really strange, because we learned about a LOT of poisons!

"I say she's lying," Bex said when I told her about it.

"Why do you think that? She showed no signs of it," I said. Bex sighed and threw herself on my couch in my office.

"I don't know... I'm just going with my gut." I looked at her skeptically.

"Your gut or your heart?" I asked her. I was at first worried that Bex would blow up at me (she had been doing that a lot lately). But she just sighed, looking defeated.

"I don't know... But Cams, I just don't want to trust her again! When she hurt you, she hurt me and Liz also! We had never felt like this before! We had never been betrayed like this!" Bex cried and I could have sworn she was about to cry.

But then she shot up all of a sudden and left my office.

I stared at where she, just seconds before, had been ready to bawl her eyes. I heard her make her way to the P&E barn, probably to beat up a punching bag. I pitied the 7th graders who were having class in there.

then I heard the phone ringing.

I quickly composed myself and went to answer it.

"Gallagher Academy, how can I help you?" I said into the phone.

"Um, Cameron, you can stop it with the snooty school thing," said the voice of the Director.

"If this is another mission offer, you know the answer," I said, ready to hang up.

"NO! Cameron, don't hang up the phone!" his voice became frantic.

"What's going on, Director?" I asked, now curious.

"I need to apologize," he said.

"For..." I said, letting my voice trail off.

"For- Well, for a lot of things, really. But I think I know why Mr. Goode has been acting so weird over the past years."

I scoffed.

"He really needs you to give me excuses for me, I don't think so-"

"No, Cameron, this is serious! Years ago, we made this drug that was supposed to make somebody's senses grow very strong. We needed to test it on a person, and Mr. Goode volunteered himself. We agreed; I have no idea why, but I regret it every day! I swear, we didn't know what it would do!"

Now I was interested.

"What did it do?" I asked him.

"It made him feel no emotion about anything at all. We tried to get him off of it, but by the time we found out what had happened, it was too late!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, slightly worried.

"He got addicted to the stuff. I am so sorry, Ms. Morgan!" the Director said into the phone, his voice pleading.

"Director... When did he start taking this?" I asked slowly, awaiting the answer I had already known.

"Um... Don't kill me, please!"

"Just tell me!" I said, turning my voice deadly.

I heard him gulp before he said, "During Senior Year," he said. i yelled a swear word that would send Bex running for her money and Mrs. Dabney want to murder me.

But at the time, I couldn't bring mysel to really care.

"How much do you know about this drug?" I asked him. he started listing off the ingredients and the safety hazards and all that. When I heard some of the ingredients, i swore again.

"Why in the hell would you out these togethor? They're bad enough alone!" I yelled into the phone.

I could practically hear him shutter. "I don't know... Please don't kill me!"

"Would you stop saying that? I am not going to freaking kill you!" I yelled exasperated.

Suddenly Bex bursted into the room.

"CAMERON MORGAN YOU GET OFF THAT PHONE THIS MOMENT AND TAKE ME TO THE PHARMACY RIGHT NOW!" she screamed at me. Is she PMSing again?

"As you can hear, I have to go, but we are not done," I said, then hung up.

"Ok, Bex, what's up?" I asked her.

"I ALREADY BLOODY TOLD YOU! TAKE ME TO THE FREAKING PHARMACY!" Yep, that has got to be PMS.

"Alright, alright, keep your thong on," I said, and laughed when she made an annoyed laugh. After telling one of the teachers to look over the school while we were gone, Bex and I made our way to my blood red Ferrari.

As we made our way through the small town of Rooseville, I noticed how I hadn't been here for a long time. People passed by, just normal people, doing their normal stuff.

Pulling into the Pharmacy, Bex pretty much dragged me into the shop.

"Bex, why the he-" seeing a little boy with his mother, I changed my vocabulary, "why the heck are we here?" The mother threw me a half thankful, half annoyed expression and walked away.

"Keep your bloody voice down," she said, pulling me towards the women's section. THen she proceeded to pull many little packages down from the shelf.

My eyes widened. "Oh."

We paid at the counter, saying hi to Mr. Abrhams (sorry if I mis-spelled that!)

When we got back to the Academy, we went into my personal bathroom. After reading the intructions, Bex peed on the little stick, and we waited.

When the timer beeped, we looked at the little sticks. There were 5 of them, just to be sure. 4 of them had the little plus, and one had a little minus.

Bex then proceeded to faint.

I was too astonished to catch her, so she hit the floor with a 'thump'.

Macey decided it was her turn to come in, asking if everything was okay. When she saw the little sticks, she gasped. I snapped out of trance to see her fleeing the bathroom fast.

I quickly tackled her.

"Say a word and I will personally kill you," I said, my voice scarily deadly.

Macey nodded, too scared to speak.

"As hot as it is to see you two like this, what are you doing?" came a voice that I really didn't want to hear right now.

I got up quickly to glare at-


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...but it does make you wanna read on, right?

And take my word when I say that it is not Zach!

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