(A/N: Thank you SO much for the lovely reviews! There was so many of them! :D That makes me very happy. You know what else makes me happy? That because of those reviews, I got a really good idea (if I do say so myself)! I probably should reward you lovely readers with a nice long chapter… But I'm not going to. *hides face with hands to block sharp projectiles* Don't kill me!! That will only stop the progress for ever! The next one will be out VERY soon. I just like the cliff hanger :D Review please!)

When we reached the door, Cammie, having way more experience and training, went first. Inside, we didn't see anything at first, but I noticed a door near the back of the room was cracked open. I pointed, and we slid quietly over toward it. Cammie pushed it open, and looked around the corner. She slid over to me and whispered, "There's nothing. What could the boys have seen?"

I started to shrug, but stopped. On one of the desks, I saw a crate of what looked like… makeup. I raised my eyebrows and crept over to it. Inside, there was a whole ton of stuff that shouldn't be at a boys' school. The two things I noticed right away were powder and this stuff that looked like fake blood. For the second time since I'd been at the school, Zach's warning echoed in my head.

"Then, on the first night during supper, we'll have a pop test. It's going to be a fake bomb drill; all the girls are going to freak out. If they're smart, they'll try to "disable" it, if not, they'll just scream while we, the guys, laugh."

"Rats!" I said out loud.

"SHH!" Cammie said, looking panicked.

I was too wrapped up in thought to pay attention. Zach had said that it would be a fake bomb drill, and it would be during supper. It was neither of those things. What was going on?

"Val?" She waved her hand in front of my eyes. "You okay?"

I nodded, and then shook my head. "Zach told me about this fake pop test thing the boys had planned. They wanted to trick you guys… Well, us. This seems like something they would do, but it's not what he said it would be, or when he said it would be."

Cammie shook her head. "There's no way this is planned. I got a look at the glass from the chandelier… It's real. They wouldn't go that far for a joke. Now the cabinet, that wasn't real. If it was, there would have been blood on the floor from where whoever broke it got cut. That's the type of glass the real cabinet door is made of." I looked at her, and she gave a short laugh. "We have one at our school too." I nodded, and she continued. "Maybe this started as a joke, but it's not anymore."

I didn't want to believe her. I really didn't. I was perfectly fine with all this being a joke, and getting to go hit Zach for tricking me.

But if there was one thing I knew, it was that I had to believe Cammie, whether I liked it or not. This wasn't a test.

"So what's next?" I asked Cammie. She started to reply, but my eyes got wide with realization, and I cut her off. "Oh my gosh, Cammie. I bet the boys don't realize that this isn't a test!! That's why Zach didn't want us coming in here… We'd see the makeup. And those teachers, they're not in here. There's no sign of a struggle anywhere in this room. We need to warn the boys." Cammie nodded, knowing what I wasn't saying.

We needed to warn my brother.