This is the last chapter in how the boys saw it! For the next chapter, someone is leaving! And, because I cannot decide, I would like you to give your opinion as to which boy is gone! And yes, I do have a reason for doing this! Also, you cannot just put, 'The one who was mean to Aaron.', cause that don't help me at all. Please do so by the 8th, because I will be leaving for California.

-RMS

"Way to go, fag!"

What Aaron didn't know was that even the boys couldn't believe what had been said.

Yes, they kept walking off, yes they didn't look back, no they didn't reprimand the boy who said it. You know that these boys should've done all of that.

But they didn't.

Yet, that didn't stop them from doing at least two things right.

1) One of those Blackthorne boys had a brother who was gay. He didn't... appreciate that slang being used.

So, as you can tell, a Blackthorne boy was placed in the infirmary that day. No one knows who did it, except for his brothers.

They wouldn't dare tell anything.

And 2) You can bet anything in the world that 6 out of those 10 boys were looking.

When their brothers were decking each other, they practically flew out of the room, running down the halls towards the place where their sweetest brother was last seen.

And as they came upon where he should have been, they... kind of flipped.

They went everywhere they were allowed.

They searched high and low, they went everywhere.

When they searched for a good hour and found that they got their other brother looking, when they decided to group and start asking people, they didn't expect to hear anything about his disappearance.

They thought they all the girls would be worried or concerned for Aaron. That the first group of girls would help them out.

Oh, but how wrong they were.

For, as Fate would have it, the girls that thought wrong before, just so happened to be the first girls they talked to.

And boy did it turn ugly, fast.

The girls were throwing insults left and right, the guys firing back their own. Both genders had to be held back from attacking the other. People crowed around, wondering what the Hell happened and what was going on. Questions in forms of whispers, yells for a fight, curses, threats, insults, slang like the one used earlier were thrown not just by the ones fighting. The girls split, some not even knowing which side to be on, some figuring out what happened through the fray of verbal onslaught. Sisters were against each other, everything about to go to tooth and nail... but amazingly enough, nothing physical occurred.

The boys stopped and turned in sync. They faced the voice that, softly, gently said stop, and looked towards the brother whom they were fighting for.

Aaron was there. Cammie right next to him.

Both had tears in their eyes.

It was quiet. Too quiet for the girls liking.

They, everyone, knew that Cammie was the Chameleon. She was the best of them all. Top of her own kind of class and proud of what she achieved.

And here she stood, disappointment bright in her eyes, sadness radiating off her form. And they knew they let her down.

The boys were in shock, they couldn't move, they couldn't breathe, they didn't know what their surrounds were.

And that is horrible when you're a spy.

A gasp broke the silence. It came from the now tear-streaked Aaron. The look he had... nothing could describe it. They were all afraid. That he wouldn't ever let them back in.

That they had lost a another brother.

The girls didn't move, they were all looking at their mentor.

And what they saw was not anything near what they wanted to see.

"...All I want to know is, who. started. this? I don't want any pointing fingers, no excuses. Who started this?" It was said in a hushed voice, but Cammie made sure they heard the disgust and sadness that she felt.

One of the girls on the side against the boys spoke up, "We just wanted the boys to put in their place. Especially him." A gesture was thrown in Aaron's direction, who was still staring at his brothers.

"Why 'especially Aaron'?"

The girl then scoffed, as if offended, "He even tricked you! That's pathetic. Please, you can see he's just playing the nice guy into getting us to trust him! That's all what the boys are doing! Making it so that if we feel enough pity for him, that he could get away with anything and none of us would suspect him of doing such!"

Cammie's eyes were hard and cold.

She then took a step closer to the girl, making her voice low and harsh, "Well, I guess the pathetic," Cammie spit the word out, "one would be you. Considering you were so rapped up in yourself that you decided you could get away with bringing down a brother of ours. One that did nothing to you or anyone. I was the one there that took that recording, so I know everything. You don't, so don't pretend you know how this situation is going to go and don't you dare pretend that you are right. Because you couldn't have been more wrong."

She took a step away from the girl.

"Aaron was standing up for us. When those idiots," she waved a uncaring hand towards them, "were only interested in the girls, your sisters, bodies, he's the one that stood up and said it was wrong."

The girl, Emerald, was opening her mouth to speak. She was silence by a hand.

Cammie then raised her voice, same harsh tone and finished what she had to say, smirking as she did so.

"I also hope you will learn to use your common sense, hoping you have any, considering I will not take kindly to anyone who talks shit about my brother."

Gasps filled the silence that followed.

Oh, but she wasn't done.

"And frankly, I don't give a damn about what you think is right or wrong, have a problem with one of the boys, take it up with someone who knows what the Hell to do. Until then I will continue to show you how ignorant you are in the form of me being generally smarter than you. The girls who were correct, wonderful job in knowing the right from the wrong, but don't do so in a stupid fashion like a verbal assault, considering we can actually kill the other person. Am I clear?"

Nods were given, 'Yes, ma'am' were said and all the girls left. Well, some tried to stay but left as soon as they got a look at the beginning of the Morgan glare.

All that were left was the boys, who were still immobile, and Cammie.

She then waved her hands in the space between the Blackthorne students to get them out of their stupor. It worked.

They were shaken and started talking all at once.

Some apologizing to Aaron, some to Cammie, some talking about the events of earlier, some talking about Aaron being her brother; though it just became one big jumbled mess.

"SHUT UP!"

That sure got them to, well, shut up.

Cammie just shook her head, left them to it with, "I can only hope you guys don't kill someone, now if you don't mind, there's someone I have to meet with."

That left the tear-streaked boy and his brothers.

Who was then promptly attacked and hugged to near-death.

All he could hear were apologizes, wants for him to forgive them, for him to come back to the room with them, promises they would keep and even half-hearted threats if he wouldn't forgive them.

All Aaron could do was stand there like an idiot.

Then:

He

Laughed.

Aaron was so happy that he just couldn't stop. He was the one afraid of not being accepted, not that his brothers would be afraid of him not accepting them! He was happy.

Nothing more, nothing less than happy.

The guys didn't know what to do until Aaron nodded his head, bobbing it up and down, choking out that he was happy to be accepted.

And that is why, if you were there, you would see an adorable brunette up on the shoulders of his classmates, friends, family, being lead through the halls back towards their rooms. Celebrating their brother's return back to the family.

All the while, the Heads and teachers (including Abby) were watching all this unfold within the shadows of the halls, smiling at the love their students showed and the way Cammie did her thing.

The only place that wasn't shrouded in happiness was the infirmary.

Cammie stood at the end of the only occupied bed, staring coldly at the young man lying in it.

She was waiting for him to wake up, and that would be the time for her to strike.