AN: SO I know you all probably hate me and never want to read my stories again because I took almost two weeks to update! I'm SO SO SO sorry! Well heres the next chapter and it's mostly about Cammie finding out why the Blackthorne Boys are there. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: THIS. IS. NOT. MINE!

Chapter 12: Tell Me What I Want To Know

"Definitely black," Macey said, holding up a black eyeliner in her right hand and a blue eyeliner in her left hand. "Blue says 'I'm not serious about this date.' The black is definitely the better choice," She said matter-of-factly.

I nodded and cringed as Liz pulled the curling iron through my hair to hard. Macey started to apply the eyeliner and I blinked. "Hold still!" she scolded. I growled in frustration.

"Sorry for blinking while you stick a pen in my eye!" I said shortly. She rolled her eyes but continued to paste the makeup on my face.

Bex rushed into the room, holding up two outfits on hangers. One was a denim mini skirt with leggings and a quarter length light blue shirt, the other a pair of denim skinny jeans and a layered collared pink and blue shirt with a white undershirt. "Which one?" she asked, holding up the hangers. "Preppy or classic hang out?" She looked like she was on the brink of going insane as she looked between the two outfits.

"That depends," Macey said, twisting her face in concentration and tapping her chin with the eyeliner, "Where are you guys going for the date?" I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of that before.

"I don't really know," I said sheepishly, admitting that I hadn't really asked where we going. "Probably walking around or going to a movie or something."

Macey nodded as she made her decision, "Absolutely go with the classic hangout. We don't want you to seem to eager." I laughed at the thought of me seeming eager.

"Well?" Macey said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Go get ready!"

I slipped the jeans on and pulled the shirt over my head adding a pair of Converse to the mix for good measure. Liz handed me a purse and smiled as I made my way out the door.

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The vans were already pulling away from the school when I got to the front doors so I decided to walk to town. It gave me some time to think about my mission and what I had to do.

When I reached the gazebo at the center of town, I remembered just how small the town was. All of the people in the streets were laughing and smiling and the store windows still hadn't changed since a year ago. I waited for Zach. And waited. And waited. Still waiting!

I waited for almost an hour and was about to get up and leave when I spotted Zach coming toward me. I leaned against the post that held the gazebo in place and glared at him.

"Where have you been?" I said annoyed. He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

"No where in particular," He said, looking past me.

"You were 54 minutes and 32 seconds late and you were 'no where in particular'?" I was only slightly annoyed by this. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.

Hhe bore his eyes into me, "Yes," he said in a manner that told me to drop the matter. But I wouldn't give up that easy.

"Speaking of secrets," I said, telling him that I wasn't happy with the amount he was keeping, "What are you doing here Zach?"

He smirked. "What do you mean? I'm on a date with you," He smiled but I knew that he knew what I was talking about.

"No, Zach," I said sharply, "I mean why are you at my school, sleeping inside my walls, keeping so many secrets that I can't even count them anymore?" I was angry. No. I was way past angry. I was furious.

"I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said staring at me intently, "Can you trust me?" And there was the question. So I let my instincts take over and said the first answer that popped into my head.

"That's the thing, Zach. I don't think I can." I fixed my expression into stone and stared into the distance past him.

He sighed and dropped his head. "Fine," he said slowly. "I'll tell you why we're here."

Yes, I told myself. Some answers! He sat down next to me and rubbed his temples. "The CIA and FBI have discovered that someone at Blackthorne has been infiltrating the school by stealing top secret files and sending them over seas to the enemy. THey figured that splitting the school among the other schools into groups of sixteen then it would be easier to find the traitor. Each group was assigned with a leader, someone who had been working with the CIA and FBI on this case since the beginning. I just happen to be the leader of the Gallagher Group." He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands that lay in his lap. He lowered his voice, "The reason I told you to be careful with Israel Grey..." he trailed off but then gathered himself again, "was because we suspect that he is involved in some way or another, although the CIA is convinced that he has an assistant." He looked up at me, waiting for a response.

"Oh," was all I could muster.

"CAmmie, you can't tell anyone," he pleaded. I looked into his rarely truthful and desperate eyes and had to agree.

"Okay," I said and took his hand.

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