A/N Hola. So, it's been a while. Sorry! New writing classes are getting to me. :/ Anyhoo, read and tell me if you hate it.

Joel grimaced and shut the door again. I shook my head, trying to scatter the images of what I had just seen. The sounds of terror rang in my ears.

"So you see our dilemma," he finally spoke. Huh. I'd almost forgotten he could talk. My bad.

"Our dilemma?"

Joel raised an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah, you kind of brought all of this on us." Memories flooded back in.

"Your name is Cameron Anne Morgan…

"Chameleon? Do you read me?" an English accented voice asked in my head.

…Your mother is the headmistress at the Gallagher Academy…

A gorgeous woman stood stately behind a podium, welcoming the student back home… home…

…and your father went MIA while he was tracking down a secret organization called the Circle of Cavan…

Late night tears when he didn't come home, curled in a ball under the covers of my bed…

…Your best friends are Rebecca, Bex, Baxter…

Carmel colored skin… and English accent…

…Elizabeth, Liz, Sutton...

"Woopsie-Daisy!"

…and Macey McHenry…

Rebellious piercings, dark to-die-for hair, a Senator's daughter…

They also attend Gallagher. The Circle of Cavan is now after you because they think you have access to two diaries that contain enough information to take their entire operation down forever.

The diary. His diary. My dad's diary.

You want to finish the job. You're stubborn like that.

I had ran away from everything and everyone I had loved…

You like Ben & Jerry's Mud Pie ice cream and have no reservations about taking seconds of crème brulee. Your favorite color is green and you live for everyone but yourself."

And, yet, I had caused this. This, this uncontrollable, indescribable… It was all my fault. An entire army was massing outside the warehouse walls. All looking for me.

I jerked myself back to reality and met Joel's dark blue eyes looking concerned. My breaths were coming out in short, dizzying pants. It was all my fault. Me, myself, and I. My right knee started shaking and I sank to the ground, one hand leveling me against the wall.

"They," I gasped, "they're looking for me, aren't they." It was a statement, he nodded grimly in confirmation. It was all too much then. The not-knowing, the knowing, James and Zach, all of it. The walls seemed to crash down all around me and suddenly there wasn't enough air to breathe. I pushed off the floor and stumbled headfirst down the hallway.

"Yes, but you can stop them." My mind swirled. I could stop them? No I couldn't, I barely knew my own name! This was insane. I ran away from his voice.

"Cammie!" Joel's voice called but in my mind it morphed into Zach's. Cammie! His last word before he fell to the ground, riddled with bullet holes.

I ran. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't save anyone or anything. They wanted me. Well, they can have me. I sprinted down hall after hall, desperately searching for a way out, wishing it was marked with a big, red "Exit" sign. No luck, but I wasn't surprised. Luck doesn't come with me.

Exasperated, I began opening doors, slamming them when all I found was white walls.

"AH!" I screamed, so distraught with rage I barely noticed the window in the room before I slammed it. I ran inside and started working the latch. My lips spread in a half-crazed smile as I worked the window open. Cool breeze washed over my face, bringing sanity with it. What was I doing? Why was I leaning out the window? I glanced down at the huge army. Hundreds of troops aimed at the building, looking for me. Me, the cause of all the trouble.

Hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back from the searching snipers.

"What do you think you're doing?" I was a little breathless from shock and still a little upset, so I didn't answer. He'd given me the silent treatment, fair is fair.

"Do you want to get killed?"

I gave no answer.

"What is wrong with you? Are you suicidal?"

Silence.

"Ugh, so now she shuts up!" I couldn't help it; I cracked a smile and peered over. Joel was gasping slightly and stood, hands on his hips and staring exasperated at me. What a diva! A semi-hysterical giggle escaped my lips. He snorted and looked away.

"C'mon," he sighed.

"Where are we going?"

"Home."

Home?

A/N Review. Oh and can someone tell me what a "one-shot" is? It's probably a dumb question, but HEY, I'm new to all this. Kinda. OH! And another question; What do you think of Joel so far? His character should develop more in the next couple chapters, but what're your initial thoughts? Thanks!