CHAPTER X
Cammie's POV
"What?" Zach said incredulously.
"You know Zach, for a spy sometimes you can me so dim," I said with a teasing smile.
That got a couple of nervous laughs from the other guys. I could tell that they weren't really sure how to act around me, or even really what to do about me (not that they could do anything in the first place—I could so take them any day), so I was trying to get them to loosen up a bit. So, what they hey, I thought. They might as well come to Gallagher for a couple of hours.
"You want us to go to Gallagher," Zach asked, shocked.
"Do you have anything better to do here?" I challenged. "I was thinking we could all hang down at Gallagher for a couple of hours, in the Rec room or something."
Zach just stared at me.
"Listen, what else are we going to do Zach? Just sit around here stuck in the room. Everyone already got out for the summer over at Gallagher. We would have the whole mansion to ourselves so we wouldn't get caught. Don't pretend you don't covet the Rec room."
The Rec room was the sort of common room over in the dorms. It was stocked up with a jumbo flat screen, cable, DVDs, music, awesome surround sound, a top of line stereo, not to mention four packed mini-fridges. During the exchange we practically had to tear the boys out of there whenever we had free time. Before Blackthorne came we never really used the room, but it was set up anyways. Mostly because we had an image to uphold. That and it looked mighty fine.
"Well," Zach said, a smile hinting at his lips, "I guess for a few hours… that would be alright."
The other boys whooped. I guess they'd heard about the infamous Rec room.
It suddenly hit me what we were about to do, and I felt a wave of euphoria.
Never before in my life had I taken as big a risk as this. Not only did I sneak into Blackthorne Institute for Boys completely undetected, but now I was sneaking out again with fourteen boys, back to my deserted school in the middle of the night. Not to mention that one of said boys happens to be my sort-of-boyfriend (relationship pending).
Whoa, I thought to myself. I guess this is what boys do to you. I think I like it.
A half hour later we were walking through the tunnels on our way to Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.