"So, now that introductions are out of the way...who's ready to hit the party?"

The eight of us finished our drinks (chugging vodka can really give you a headache) and headed out of the suite, in the direction the party was being held. Grant and Bex led the way with Kent, the two boys chatting casually and Bex's eyes following mine despite the fact that I was behind her. We couldn't stop looking at everything, I mean everything. It felt like this was the first time we were out in public and alive, our senses were going absolutely mad.

I spotted at least three potential tails (who I highly doubt were in deed tails, but you never truly know), two prior Gallagher Girls trying to hide in plain sight and gain some intel like Bex and I were, one guy trying to stop Macey mid heated discussion with Preston to invite her to his place, and seven potential chameleon spaces for me to utilize in the future.

At one point I must've missed, Bex slowed down her walk until she was falling into step beside me in between Zach and I. He took the hint, nodding his head and replacing her next to Grant who was again debating the power of more fictional characters.

"Did you see that?" Bex muttered to me, her eyes not leaving a couple forty feet to the right of us who were standing together in the middle of the brick quad in front of the science hall.

"That drop? Yes."

"What do you think it means?"

"It means we aren't alone out here."

"We know that, Cam. There's a lecture hall full of us!"

I raised my right brow at Bex, signaling for her to look at my right. "Not what I mean. They're looking at us, they're trying to read our lips. There's a lecture hall filled with students like us, like you just said. Why are they only looking to see what we are doing?"

"Do you think…"

"Yes. Don't tell him, he doesn't need to know."

"Cammie, if it involves you, he has to know."

I sighed, rubbing my now sweaty palms on the back of my romper. I knew she was right, but we all just wanted one night to be normal. The last thing I needed was for my boyfriend to be worried that, again, his psycho mother's followers were trying to murder me. Then, he'd make it his mission and his problem and this whole bubble of a false reality will burst before our first week of freshman year.

"Give me a day at least, Bex. A week. Let's make sure we're right about this before we start with the sirens and blinking lights, okay?"

"...Fine. A week. But, this comes to Joe tomorrow."

"Bex."

"I'm not asking for your permission on that one."

"...Fine."

We continued following the boys in silence, watching the couple as they trailed in front of us and eventually disappeared into a dorm building. With them out of sight, I shook my head and fluffed up my curls (Macey was so proud) before moving forward to the front of the group and hooking my arm through Zach's. He grinned down at me, taking my hand instead and giving it a squeeze.

"Are you excited for tonight?"

"I'm excited for another drink, to dance with you, and to see what college is all about."

"Do you think we're going to luck out tonight, see some dudes in togas?"

"Somehow, I doubt that part." I giggled, blinking up at him through my lashes. He smirked back at me, one of those classic smirks that made my knees weak and the butterflies in my stomach come soaring back.

"How can you be so sure, Cam? Maybe I'll be the guy in the toga?"

"Aww, Zach. If you really want to end the night wrapped up in my sheets, you just have to ask, babe." I sent him a wink before entering the door Grant was holding open for us.

"Cameron Morgan," Zach groaned before following me inside.

The party was in full swing when we got there. There were groupings of girls, a few Gallagher and the rest who I assumed were our general other classmates, all huddling shyly on the blue fabric-covered couches throughout the dorm suite. It was nothing like Preston and the guys suite, it wasn't half as nice, but that's probably why they were holding it here.

There were two beer pong tables set up in the middle of the open room, blue couches lining the right side of the wall and a bathroom across the room. The speakers were set up by the bathroom door, blasting some sort of rap-house music remix I didn't recognize. The boys were on the other side, making it feel like a full fledged middle school dance, except I didn't go to a normal middle school but those dances usually included swahili and sword fighting, but Macey said it so I agreed with her.

Zach had given me and the girl red solo cups filled with some sort of UV-Blue and sprite mixture (which Liz tested for drugs with her newly created, patent pending Previ-Tablet that would turn any drink black if there was any trace of drugs inside the mixture) and nudged my side.

"Wanna dance?" He asked me with a smirk in his eyes.

"How do you even dance to this?" I asked, amused at the thought as the song changed to a The Weeknd mashup.

"You won't know until you try," he mused, taking my cup out of my hand and handing it to Liz before taking both my hands and bringing me towards the open center of the room.

This was absolutely not what I had in mind. Actually, it was one of my worst nightmares. I'm a chameleon, I blend, I don't distract or cause a scene. But, standing beside Zach as he held my hips and started to move his body in a way I never really saw before, my body began to meet and mirror his movements without my head really realizing what I was doing. Before I realized it, Liz and Jonas, Macey and Preston, and Bex and Grant were surrounding us, with Kent and Brett clapping around us. Soon enough, a handful of the girls previously on the couch and guys lingering against the walls were around us. That was when I saw him.