A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. It's been quite hectic at my house, but the good thing is that I'm finally done with my midterms. I'm so ecstatic. Here' the next chapter. Don't forget to review. I love reading all of you comments, and I read every single won, taking into account all of your opinions. Oh and sorry it's a little short. I promise a better update VERY soon. So….review :)

Recap: Unaware of my mood, Liz screamed at me over the music so she could be heard.

"SO HOW WAS THE FIELD TRIP?"

I winced as Liz screamed at me from inside the room. I understood that the room was really loud and that she was screaming at me only because she couldn't even hear herself talk, much less someone twenty feet away. However, in my current state, I was not in the mood for this.

"Look Liz," I snapped "I'll talk to you later. I'm just not in the mood."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I regretted it. Liz's face fell, and she looked like she might actually cry. I felt terrible. While I was in a bad mood, it wasn't' Liz's fault that I was this way. I tried stepping towards her, but she turned away and walked back into the room in silence. I took a step to follow her in, but Macey came up to block my entrance with her arm.

"Why do you have to be so mean to Liz? She did nothing to you," demanded Macey

"Look I'm sorry. I'm iust in a crappy mood. If you let me take a quick nap, I'll be much better."

"Your mood has nothing to do with this. It's no excuse for treating Liz like that."

I snorted. I knew I was being inccouragable, but Macey was just irritating me to no end. "Excuse me?" I sarcastically replied, "What are you? Her mother?""

Macey frowned at the comment, but didn't continue the fight. "Fine, go in and start a fight with Bex too. Then you'll be left with no one."

My mouth dropped open as Macey stalked past me, pissed off from our confrontation. Rolling my eyes at her drama queen antics, I stepped inside the room. Liz was over in the corner by the window, reading a book. However, it was impossible not to notice that she had been crying. Her eyes were slightly puffed up, and I saw a long black line of where her mascara had bled.

Sighing, I could feel my rage leave me in a second. Great. Now two of my three best friends were annoyed with me. I took a half step in Liz's direction, but a single look at Bex discouraged me completely from the action. She mouthed the words, not now, at me from her bed, and then glanced at Liz with a meaningful look. I nodded to show I understood, before walking back out of the room. I would come back later and apologize to Liz.

While I understood that Bex wanted me to give Liz some time to cool off, I didn't really want to give Liz too much time to spend in her thoughts. When that happens, she becomes easily distraught, and it can take her forever to get out of her moods once she falls into them. Breathing in and exhaling deeply, I decided to go find Macey and apologize to her. I had been irrationally angry at the time, and now it was time to face the consequences.

There were only a couple of places Macey might have gone, so I decided to start from the bottom up. It was starting to get dark outside, but there was a good amount of light in the outside gardens below our room's windows, so there was still a chance she could be there. Walking down the hall, I listened to my footsteps as the pounded on the floor, echoing back at me.

I actually felt quite terrible now that I thought about it. I hadn't eaten much for breakfast, and the fact that I hadn't eaten lunch only multiplied my hunger. My mouth watered at the thought of dinner. Based off of what I had read on the morning whiteboard, we were going to have New Orleans gumbo with rice for dinner. It was my favorite food, and I had been the one who brought the world class recipe to our world class chef, Louis, so he could replicate it for me. On a mission to New Orleans, I somehow still had time to attend the Mardi Gras celebration, and there was plenty of gumbo to go around. It was there I fell in love with gumbo….and might have stolen a top secret recipe for it. But her, at least I shared it with people…right?

I was also starting to get a major migraine from all of the shouting between me and Macey, as well as the blasting pop music from Liz's professional speaker system that she had designed herself when she was only 9. I chuckled at the memory of Liz dragging it in on opening day. At the time, she had barely been taller than the speakers, and she looked as if she was afraid the speakers would swallow her up as she pushed them into our room.

Coming to the secret passage that led to the garden from just outside the kitchen, I climbed into the "closet", and walked out into the open air. The sun was just beginning to set, and the sunset was beautiful, as if it was painted across the horizon. Breathing in the fresh earthly smell, I looked around for Macey. As she was no where to be seen, I walked back into the school, and continued my perusal of her.

She wasn't in the library, not was she in the secret passage that I had shown her that led to the chemicals lab. After coming out of the chemical lab, I nearly crashed into Zach as he was sprinting through the hallways, glancing at his watch every few seconds. I started to speak to him, but he just raced off in the opposite direction. He held his hand up to wave to me, but didn't even bother turning around to acknowledge me.

"I'll talk to you later at dinner Cammie; Sorry, I've gotta run." He yelled over his shoulder. Shrugging after a moment, I continued back through the hallway. It was a little weird that he wouldn't even stop to talk to me, but I didn't want to push it because he seemed like he was in a rush. I decided to walk back to my room in hopes that Macey had already made her way back there.

Passing the Arabic classroom on the way to the stairwell that led to my room, I felt my breath catch as I watched Zach sprint into the classroom. He must not have seen me, for I was still in the shadows, as well as the fact that I was a very good pavement artist. I'm not trying to be vain; it just happens to be the truth. Cautiously walking up to the classroom door that had just closed in Zach's wake; I pressed my ear up to the door. Frustrated because I couldn't hear anything, I pulled out a machine that Liz had dubbed the "extendable ear;" like the one in Harry Potter.

While it wasn't conducted by magic, the extendable ear was created with the magic of Liz's brain, so they could basically qualify as one and same. Placing the ear on the floor, I slid it under the door, and then plugged an earphone in so I could hear what he was saying. Caught with a sudden bought of inspiration, I placed my diamond heart necklace next to one of the ear buds, and clicked record. That way I could have a physical audio tape recording of whatever was happening in that room.

Placing the bud in my ear, I felt my eyes grow wide. I could hear heavy panting from a guy, who I assumed was Zach. Then, I heard a voice that was completely familiar. It only took seconds for me to recognize who was speaking to Zach. It was Macy.

A/N. There it is. Once again, I apologize for the shortness. I just wanted to be able to fit certain part together, but I ran out of time as I have to run to volleyball practice now, so I'm saving the juicy parts for the next chapter. Let me know what you think is going to happen next by reviewing below. Or, if not, just say what ever you want. Thanks guys. Hope you liked it.