Hey! Hey! Hey! Sorry it's been so long! I was a junior in High School and all but two of my classes were A.P. So I had to put Fanfiction aside for a while. But it's summer and I'm back! So my posts are going to be a little more frequent!

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Chapter 14

Cammie's P.O.V.

To say that I was relieved to leave the Infirmary is an understatement. I've been in there for about two weeks now, so that they can keep me under surveillance. It was awful. After being chased for co long and constantly having to stay on the move, it was super hard to just stay in bed, for two weeks.

And if I had to deal with anymore hovering for another second, someone was gonna get shanked. I get that me almost dying all of a sudden was a bit of a shock to everyone's system, but it's not gonna happen again… probably. So all I needed was for everyone to just back off.

The only thing that kept me from exploding all over everybody was Harley. She could just tell when I was getting ready to blow, and then she would say something that made me laugh and I would just calm down again.

All I wanted were some good old fashioned pancakes and gravy, and the darn doctor told me that I could only eat fruits and vegetables for the next few weeks so that I can keep my blood pressure down.

Today Abby finally let me attend classes. She said that I might as well do something remotely entertaining while I was here. She thought that I would have fun trying to out do all of her other students. And I must say. That does sound rather appealing. But first things first.

Breakfast.

I'm actually a little nervous for this. There are going to be a ton of people, all looking at me. That's not what I've worked for. I'm supposed to be invisible. I'm the Chameleon. But the second I step through those doors I won't be invisible any more. But you know what? I sure as heck can try.

I wait until there's a particularly heavy flow of students before I merge into the crowd. I keep my head down trying to avoid catching anyone's attention. I walk up and wait in the queue for some watermelon salad and watch everyone. They're all too absorbed in their own conversations to notice the quiet girl who's grabbing two bowls of salad.

Even I know the first rule of spying. You need to notice things, and so far no one has noticed me.

I slowly spin around trying to find a familiar face in the crowd. It takes about three rotations before I can find Bex. It's not because I see her. It's because I hear her.

"You're a bloody idiot Grant! Everybody knows that Muay Thai is the more sophisticated way to take down an opponent!" She yells at him, and by the look in his eyes I can tell that he doesn't think that it's actually worth the fight anymore. I quietly slid into a seat next to Liz and no one even spares me a glance. So far so good… until.

"Cammie!" a tiny voice cries out over the din and a weight slams into me almost knocking me off of my chair.

And just like that the Hall goes completely silent as everybody turns to stare at me. When I glare at Harley she just gives me a sheepish "whoops!" before stealing one of my salads and sliding in next to me.

"You're darn right whoops!" I tell her, poking her side, making her giggle.

"They would've notice you eventually." She tells me. "You suck at etiquette. They would've noticed you as soon as you started eating."

"I resent that remark. I have more etiquette than a freaking princess." I scoff. It's then that I realize that the whole room is still silent aside from my new friends who continued to talk as if nothing changed.

It's then that some girl from the end of my table stands up and marches towards me.

"Hi, I'm Tina Walters, I'm a journalist here at Gallagher Academy and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." She states as she interrupts me taking a bite of watermelon.

"Shoot." I tell her.

"Isn't that a little callous? All things considering?" she asks me.

"I don't know about a callous, but I do know that it'll scar." I tell her, playing the part of the dumb blonde.

'Mmhmm, it was a figure of speech sweetie." She tells me. "Is it true that you were shot during an escape attempt from the Circle of Cavan?" She asks me, finally getting my friends to be quiet as they listen for my answer. I look at Zach and I can see that he almost fears what might say.

"Oh! My gunshot wound? Ah, no. I got that when Harley and I thought that we'd give Russian roulette a shot. Pun intended." I tell her with a smirk, as I accept the fist bump that Harley was offering.

"You let a five year old play Russian roulette?" She asks me.

"You're darn tootin' I did!" I tell her. "It's not her fault that the gun was made with shotty workmanship. It was just a paintball gun. We didn't expect it to go so horribly wrong… especially with the safety on." Once again I fist bump Harley when I make another pun.

"That's not really what happened is it?" She asks me skeptically.

"Of course not!" I tell her. "The second that my personal life is open for public viewing though I'll let you know. How does that sound? Hmm? Maybe I'll write a book about it. How does that sound? Now if you'll excuse me, my blood pressure is dangerously high, and I'd like to enjoy my watermelon in piece… so… toodles!" I turn around and continue to eat as I wait for the Hall to get loud again. When I look up I notice that everyone is staring at me.

"Carry on people! Unless you like watching savages eat I suggest that you turn away!" I call to the Hall at large.

"Why do you get so defensive when I ask you about your past?" Josh asks me as we sit in the old sand box.

"I feel like my past should remain in the past." I tell him. "Talking about it with anyone just hurts me. I'm not really ready to revisit those moments that tore me apart."

He reaches across our criss-crossed legs and grabs my hand.

"Whenever you're ready… you know that I'm here for you right?" He asks me. The look in his eyes is so sincere in that moment that I just want to tell him everything right then and there. I almost do, but I have more self control then that.

"Yeah." I smile at him. "Yeah, I know."

"Good." He says as he pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it.

In that moment I realize that the fluttering in my stomach was getting all to real, I was really starting to care for this boy across from me. And by the way he was treating me, I couldn't help but feel that maybe he felt the same way too.

"Yeah, good."

"Today, we're going to have a simple in class pop quiz. Now, with your paper and pencils I want you to write down your answers to my questions. Alright, first question. Without looking, how many bugs are in this classroom?"

Nine.

"How many empty spaces are there on the bookshelves?"

Five.

"How many steps in total have I taken while in this classroom?"

Seventy-one.

"Which of my pockets holds my gum wrapper?"

None of them. It's in your sock.

"Which surface in this room wasn't dusted?"

Easy, around the globe on your desk.

"Now, I'm going to walk around and look at you answers. When I'm done I'll tell you which are the right answers." She says as she starts making her way through the classroom.

"Okay, the answers are, nine, five, seventy-one, in my sock, and the area around the globe on my desk. Only one of you got them all right. Care to tell us how you did it Cammie?" She asks me, making me smirk.

"Well, a spy I know taught me that I had to pay attention and notice things if I wanted to survive, so that's what I did. I noticed things." I tell her and the class.

"How did you know about the gum wrapper?" She asks me.

"When you're as untrusting as I am, you learn to check every person in the room for concealed weapons. I checked for and ankle holster; and I saw, a weird little lump instead." I tell her. "The rest wasn't that hard at all."

"The bugs?" She asks me with an amused smile.

"The one in the light is broken so it doesn't count and neither does the one stuck on the Iliad." I tell her.

"Good job moving on…"

And that's Chapter 14! Sorry it's so short the next one should be longer! I wrote and re-wrote this chapter about seven times. The next one should be up pretty soon. But as usual, more reviews equals quicker updates! I love hearing what y'all think!

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