A/N: SO, this is my longest chapter yet! 2,000 plus words. I'm so pumped. Anyway, I've been building up for this chapter for a while, so I hope I executed it correctly. Please let me know what you think after you've read in your reviews. Also, I neglected to mention this last chapter, but thanks to all my AWESOME readers. Last chapter, I was able to break 100 reviews. I feel so blessed to have such amazing readers, and I never knew that when I started this story, a little over a month ago, I would have such awesome support. Thanks again to all my readers, but especially to my reviewers. This story is for you all. Enjoy & review.

Recap: Arriving at the dining hall, I moved to take a step into the hall, before a sight stopped me in my tracks. Zach sat at a corner table, his arm around a girl with dark hair who leaned into his shoulder. I refused to let the tears fall this time. I should have known it was too late. Zach had moved on, and I hadn't. Zach had moved on, and it was too late. There would never be an us again.

I nearly decapitated Bex with my arm as I swung around to walk back to my room. Luckily, she ducked out of instinct, and then grabbed my wrist to keep me from causing her further harm.

"Whoa, where're you going Cammie? I thought you were heading to see Zach at breakfast?" asked Bex in a questioning tone.

"I was," I replied bitterly, jabbing my finger towards the doorway, "before that happened."

"Are you okay?" Bex asked, glancing at me curiously

I sighed. "Yes, just look through the door."

Raising her eyebrows, but doing as I said, Bex opened the door open a sliver, and peeked through it. I saw her eyes widen as she came back out to face me.

"See what I mean?" I said, "He's moved on already. There's honestly no point."

"Don't say that," replied Bex as she frowned, "I'm sure he has a completely good reason."

"Mhm. I'm sure he has a good reason, my ass." I snorted "Bex, just a day after I broke up with him, which he was apparently oh so torn up about, he's off cuddling in some corn or with this random girl. Excuse me if I don't accept that excuse."

"I doubt it Cam." Bex stated seriously, "Don't jump to conclusions; remember where that got you last time?"

I gritted my teeth. Bex was starting to annoy me with her cheery optimism, but because we had just gotten over our fight, I didn't want to start another one. Sighing, I decided to let this argument go to Bex for once.

"Okay…whatever you say."

"Cam, it's not that I don't understand how you feel, because, of course I do," Bex started, "But at the same time, I understand where Zach's coming from, and I feel like this time, he should at least have an opportunity to defend himself before you jump to conclusions."

I didn't really agree with her at all about this matter, but I decided the best thing was to just let it slide.

"Okay, I'm just going to go back to my room now."

"But what about-?" Bex spoke, but then I cut her off. "I'll just grab an apple and go. I'll see you at class ok?"

Not even waiting to see if she complied, I pushed my way through the double doors of the dining hall, and headed over to the buffet table. Damn. The fruits were at the table with Zach and his "lady" friend. Mustering up all the dignity I had, I marched over to the table, determined not to look at them at all. Out of the corner of my eye, which does not count as looking at them, by the way, I could see Zach eating a waffle while the doe eyed girl who looked like a freshman for crying out loud, stared at him. Refusing to contemplate that further, I snatched up a granny smith, and turned to head back to the entrance.

Bex had already come in with Liz who had apparently joined her while I had walked into the dinning hall, and they had sat down at our usual spot. Before I could move in their direction however, Zach turned, and saw me.

"Hey Gallagher Girl." He got out of his seat and sauntered over. What an arrogant ass.

"What do you want Zach?" I demanded. I was totally out of my element, and I could feel a flush creeping up my throat towards my cheeks.

"Ooohhh. Touchy?" He smirked at me, but I refused to return the acknowledgement.

"If you would excuse me, I would like to go. I have quite important things to do," I declared in a superior voice.

Confused, Zach reached up to grab my arm, but I just slipped out of his grasp. Seriously. What was this…de ja vou? Moving away from him, I nodded coolly at him before continuing on my way. Wow, I was getting good at this ice queen stuff. Macey had taught me well. Turning back to glance at Zach as I walked away, he had a lost, puppy dog expression on his face. I had to get away. If it was one thing that I could not stand up against, it was the puppy face.

Taking a bite of my apple, I waltzed through the double doors, and felt as if I was floating on cloud nine. I had shown him. Walking to the end of the corridor leading to our rooms, I decided to take a secret passageway to one of my favorite spots in the school. Ahead of me stood a metal armored knight with the Gallagher crest on it. After pressing discreet areas on the crest, it rose in the air to reveal a spiral staircase into the depths of the floor. In reality, all Gallagher passageways were connected in some way, but the connections were fairly hard to find, with some passageways, especially the underground ones, leading on for miles and miles. It was important no to get lost in them. There was no telling when you'd get out if you got lost.

Luckily, I had been in this passageway several times before, and I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Starting to walk to the indention that I knew was a short distance right of the entrance, I suddenly heard the passageway door open and scrambled to the side, trying to hide in the shadows. Hoping my chameleoness would hide me from any prying eyes, I listened closely, my eyes growing wide as I heard the voices.

This was really turning into a de ja vou event. I could clearly hear Zach's protesting voice, and Bex's scary interrogator voice. Well this was NOT good. When Bex uses that tone, you know she means business. Crossing my fingers that they wouldn't happen across me, I slid down, my back to the wall, and settled in for a nice eavesdropped conversation.

"What do you mean...messing around with Cammie? I'm not doing anything to her. I LOVE her." protested Zach.

"I know that, but she doesn't know that. What's she supposed to think? A day after you broke up, and you're already off having breakfast with some random doe eyed girl Cammie has never seen before." retaliated Bex.

I could almost picture Zach rolling his eyes. "You know I'm not doing that Baxter. She is only a freshman after all. Gianna's just helping us, obviously. I needed to talk to her at a time when Cammie wasn't around."

"Of course I know that." Hissed Bex, "But once again, Cammie does NOT know that."

Zach started to retort, but Bex cut him off. "This whole thing is going to come crashing down and backfire on us just because you messed it up. If that happens, I will kill you so many times, you will beg for death to take you to the underworld."

"Umm," started Zach, "you know that, uh, technically doesn't make sense…I would already be dead."

"I don't care about the technicalities," replied Bex, waving her hand. "All I know is that you're dead."

Nervously chuckling, I could hear their footsteps as they began to recede back to the entrance. I crept behind them, wanting to hear their every word.

"We better get back before Cammie notices we're both gone."

"Yeah," answered Bex. "I just hope your stupidity hasn't ruined it for us all.

As they climbed back up the staircase, I waited several minutes, before pushing the lever in the darkness that I knew would open the door, and followed them up, through the whole in the floor. Deciding to run back to my room and get my books before class started, I briskly walked down the hallway, puzzling over the obscure conversation I had just heard.

Time Lapse.

Straightening my diamond heart necklace that I had gotten back from Liz after they had listened to the recording, I brushed my hands over its rough exterior before picking up my purse and examining myself in the mirror. Not too shabby, I smiled as I thought to myself. After subjecting me to hours of endless makeup, pedicures, manicures, random pastes that smelled like carrots, among many other things, Bex, Macey, and Liz had left me in my room to take a final survey of myself before heading to my mom's room to head to the party. Apparently, the girls had gone to Tina and Anna's room to have a in house movie night while I was away. I envied them.

I could barely walk in my six inch heels, but they did wonders for my weak looking ankles, so I just sucked it up and lived with it. Closing the door to my dorm tightly, I walked towards my mother's office, trying not to twist my ankle at every single step. The long slit that reached up to my upper middle thigh was quite revealing, and at first I had refused to wear the dress at all. However, at Macey's threatening, and Bex and Liz's whining, I just endured it. There was nothing worse than an uneven girl fight, 3 vs. 1. Reaching my mother's door, I adjusted my silver purse on my shoulder, and smoothed down my dress, pulling it up at the same time. I hated these events that required strapless bras, and I couldn't help but remember another time, so long ago it seemed, when a certain green eyed boy had dipped me low to the floor, and danced with my heart, before it all came crashing down…quite literally. Ending up with me being braless in the middle of a code black. Yep…I did not have a good track record with those types of…uh…support systems.

Brushing the sparkles that stuck to my sweaty palms off, I reached for the doorknob to reveal my beautiful mother on the arm of a very handsome Joe Solomon. She looked ethereal, wearing a long turquoise gown that reached past the floor, and had even done her hair for the occasion. Joe looked very refined, with a crisp three piece suit, and a very professional looking tie. I almost burst out laughing. We were really going all out for this prospective student that we didn't even know yet.

Smiling at me, my mother released Joe's arm, and motioned for me to sit on the couch. Joe went to the back room of her office, presumably to get something, leaving me and my mom alone.

"You look stunning Cammie," gushed my mom.

"Thank you," I replied, "you don't look so shabby yourself."

Grinning, she leaned down to kiss my cheek, careful not to smudge my hours old, Macey McHenry made over face, before speaking in return. "I'm just going to go in the back and help Joe find the documents we need for tonight. They're in the back cabinet, but I don't think he knows exactly where it is. Wait for a second will you?"

Nodding in reply, I sat on the sofa, and she walked out of the room. Sitting, I idly glanced at my toes, staring at the deep blue that Macey had insisted would match the sparking silver dress that I wore. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, trying to imagine me being a different girl, in a different time, with a handsome, green eyed boy on my arm. So deep was I in my thoughts that I failed to register the creaking of the floorboards as someone approached me. It was too late, and all I could do was helplessly struggle as I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth and eyes. All I felt was a sharp jab in my neck before I was falling into darkness…into, nothing at all.

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