Cam POV

Zach and I made our way back down to our dorm rooms to get ready for the school day.

'See you in class Gallagher Girl' Zach winked as he disappeared. I walked into my room and was ambushed straight away.

'Where have you been?' Liz asked

'Why are you smiling?' Bex asked

'Why are you wearing Zach's colone?' Macey smirked

'I was up at the fourth floor, I'm smiling because I found a clue and I'm wearing Zach's colone because we had a full blown make-out session in a cupboard!' All three of their jaws dropped. I laughed and then went to get my bag. 'Pick your jaws up girls, we've got classes'

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'You're an absolute bloody minx!' Bex whispered grabbing my arm after she caught up to me 'Seriously Cam, isn't there any boy's head you won't turn?' She smirked

'Chris and Dylan are just friends Bex'

'Not the way they were staring at you' She winked

'Stop it' I smacked her arm

'Fineee' She sighed. 'So what do we have now?'

'Communications'

'What's that?'

'Covert ways to communicate between operatives' Liz informed us, juggling several textbooks in her slim arms. Bex rolled her eyes and then took a few books.

'I wonder what we'll learn' Macey said flicking her hair

'Did you know that women of the court used to use fans to communicate to the male suitors' Li informed

'We aren't in the 19th century anymore Lizzie' Macey rolled her eyes

'It's true though, just as much as your eyeroll shows your irritation and how you flick your hair when you are done with discussing a topic' I said

'Fair point' Macey shrugged and saultered into class

The room was laid out how all the others were. Straight and uniformed. We were some of the last to arrive and a lot of the seats were already taken. Zach and Grant were sitting at the back with Nick and Jonas next to them. We made our way to one bench, me being at the rear of the girls. Then before I got the chance to sit down, someone slid into the chair next to Macey. Meaning I couldn't sit with my friends.

'There's a space here' A chuckle followed. I turned around

'How noble of you Dylan' I quipped then slid next to him

'Always available to help a damsel in distress' He smirked 'Like when I rescued you from your grandpa's tree'

'I didn't need rescuing' I snapped

'You were shaking like a leaf'

'I was trying to find the branches with my eyes closed'

'Why?' He asked trying to hold back a laugh

'So I could test my memory skills. It was you who broke my concentration and made me fall'

'Yet I caught you' He reminded me 'I saved you from a few broken bones and a seriously angry Mom'

'We were only 7'

'7 is an important number; 7 days of creation, 7 deadly sins'

I opened my mouth to speak but the teacher came in. He was a thin, tall man, who looked as if he would break at the slightest touch. His wide-rimmed glasses hung off the bottom of his nose.

He scanned the room and read his piece of paper from his desk. He then sat down.

'Is he one of yours?' Dylan asked me

'Never seen him before' I muttered

'No you haven't' The teacher leant forward and glared at Dylan and Me. We were the other end of the classroom and whispering. 'Cameron Morgan and Dylan Hill' He leant back in his chair.

'Nebraska born and breed?' He raised his eyebrow

'How di-' Dylan began

'Louisiana born and breed?' I matched his raised eyebrow. 'Sir' I added, remembering my manners. There was a slight shift in the classroom, the temperature seemed to have dropped to below zero. It could be true or it could be from the cold look he was giving me.

'Tell me Miss Morgan; what object in this room tells you that you are being watched?' He asked

'The pencils on your desk' I said without missing a beat or searching

'Why would Miss Morgan say that, Mr Newman?' He asked.

'I don't know sir' Grant muttered 'All of them are facing the same way'

'They are all facing the same way, but you are wrong. Anyone else?' He looked around the room. Everyone else remained quiet 'Miss Morgan?'

'The bottom of the pencils, usually would have 2B or branding, but yours have been chipped away, badly I might add which meant it was rushed. Everything in this room has been cleaned within every inch of its life, meaning that you either have OCD or you like to be vigilant of who may or may not have entered your room. By deduction you wouldn't have placed pencils on your desk if they weren't pristine. It was a warning, and the jaggered lines are morse code for Camera, which any spy can work out means that they are being watched'

The room was silent. The teacher sat back in his chair. He mulled over my answer. No one dared to speak. After a while he stood up and simply began to walk to the door. He paused, his hand on the handle.

'Class dismissed' He announced, then looked at all of us 'I suggest you all leave this room as you left it.' He then looked at me 'I'll know if you don't'. And with that, he left, leaving a classroom full of teenagers stunned in silence.

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'That was weird' Macey said as we walked out of class

'He was creepy' Liz gave a slight shiver

'How did you notice that?' Bex asked the question I could tell all of them were thinking.

'The pencils? I just did' I shrugged

'But how, we were all trained to notice things but I never expected to have to notice messages. I mean, anything could be a message, couldn't it?'

'Hypothetically there are messages in everything as everyone who makes anything leaves there own personal mark, which is why even twins can be told apart by their fingerprints, eyes and DNA' Liz rolled off

'I think we are all missing the real question' Bex stepped in front causing us to stop 'Who is he?'

'Dylan thought he was one of ours' I pondered

'Unless its Mr Solomon in disguise, I've never seen him before' Macey whipped her hair back.

'What do we have next?' I sighed already feeling the weight of the day

'Technical' Liz recited.

'I'll see you all later' I waved them away as I walked back along the corridor towards Joe's room. As I passed the classroom I was just in, I noticed that the teacher was sitting back at his desk. I stopped on my travels and knocked on the door.

'Come in Miss Morgan' He called without looking up

'Excuse the interruption sir' I began 'But I wan-'

'Wanted answers to some of your questions?' He raised his eyebrow again

'Who are you?' I asked. He pondered this question as if not knowing which identity to give to me.

'You should be with Solomon' He said pointly

'Was today a test for me or a test for everyone and I was unlucky enough to be the person you picked on?'

'It shouldn't matter if you were picked on or not, you were the only person who knew the answer and therefore it would have come to the same conclusion. You would explain the answer, I would dismiss the class, then you would come back and ask the same question' He leant back in his chair 'a sort of paradox'

'Are you aware of everything in the school'

'Most things'

'Could you tell me about the glass window on the fourth floor?' I asked. He once again pondered this question but I felt the same shift in temperature as to what happened before.

'I think you should find Solomon now'

Author's note: Ohhh, so Cam and Zach are getting back on track. What do you think of Dylan? And who is this teacher? Friend or Foe? Update again tomorrow xxx

S.I.N.G.L.E-Demispy: Aw thank you! To be honest I didn't think about the train in book three...I just thought it was kind of cute xxx

BritishBombshell007: I'm British, born and breed. Aww Thank you so much! I haven't finished the story and I haven't decided who the killer is yet...but I have an idea... xxx

Dreamer0704: Zammie would always of got back together, I'm not that mean. There is more to Chris and Dylan than meets the eye...something you'll discover soon. As Cam has said, Blackthorne is messing with her head...it makes her do very unusual things xxx

Covert. rebel: Zammie over all else. What would have happened if the killer(s) walked in when they were making out? Imagine :D haha. xxx