Liz watched her friends as they came into view in the restaurant window. She let out a sigh. Finally there was some real people around here! All the adults were talking about how public school was going to be a real eye opener for them and how they should be nice to the poor people. What a bunch of gits. Then again, Mr. Soloman was also taking part in the conversation so she wasn't sure whether to be impressed by his patient self or to be in shock over the fact he actually looked into this conversation.

Who knew it, maybe Mr. Soloman enjoyed talking about public school.

"Where have you been?" She hissed at Cam as she and Zach stiffly took a seat beside her.

Liz's eyes opened wider than normal as she stared in shock and their intertwined hands. And how Cammie's face was a real great looking red. Zach's face was amused and maybe a bit touched. Liz was betting it was the first time Cam had actually let Zach touch her.

"Cute," she smirked.

"Shut up," Cam hissed.

"Ah, there you five are. I was just talking to the public education board about you trip," Mr Soloman looked up with a strange little smile. Then they met his eyes. They were flaming red. Oops, they were only about 10 minutes late.

"Sounds fantastic," Bex gushed as she fell into a seat beside Grant.

"It is," Mr. Soloman purred in that way tigers purr before jumping on to their prey.

"Um, what's for dinner?" Cammie jumped in, trying her best to actually sound like she was curious.

"The fish stew. It is just divine here," said one of the members of the board. He waggled his greasy eyebrows up and down.

Cammie stopped herself from retching on the table, "Great."

He beamed at her, "I'm glad you like fish stew. I do, too. Maybe we can get together to talk sometime."

His tone was very…suggestive.

This was the public education board? Where were they hiring their staff from? Craigslist?

"Actually," Zach casually laid an arm across Cam's shoulders, "Cam and I are very busy. All the time."

The pervert paled and shrunk back into his seat with a nervous looking smile. Mr. Soloman was internally seething. Bex looked she was ready to kick his ass to Neptune. Liz was smiling politely, even though given the chance to share her thoughts, they would go something like: Oh mi gawd, what a greaser! No wonder he's hitting on high school girls, he'll never be able to get any in the real world.

Zach was also having a great time. He was internally kicking the shit out of that perverted guy. Grant was busy eyeing the lobster on another table. Cammie was still reeling from the comment Zach had made about the two of them. Being busy. All the time. That sounded just as suggestive as meeting up with pervy over there. Hmm, maybe she'd rather hang out with fishy than get busy with Zach. Wait. What was she even thinking of? Getting busy with Zach?

Macey stifled a laugh as she caught sight of Cammie's red dazed face. She was impressed by how Zach had managed to say those words with a straight face. But then again, he was all for helping Cammie out. Macey could not believe how great they looked together. Shaking her head she turned back to the new conversation that was going on.

After dinner Liz, Cam, Macey and Bex went back up to their rooms. The boys went to their own rooms. Tomorrow was going to be the start of their first week of public school. Yup, and you know what public school means. Co-ed physical education classes. Boys in the hallways. Boys in the freaking hallways. Hot boys in the freaking hallways!

If hot boys were ever walking around in Gallagher there would be a code red for emergencies. But in public school hot boys walking around was totally normal. Cam blushed just thinking of it.

"So do we know what school we're going to yet?" Bex asked, lunging around on the sofa.

"Um, I'll check," Liz muttered.

"So Cammie, you and Zach doing…good?" Macey asked innocently.

"Yeah, give us the detes," Bex said, her caramel eyes lighting up.

"Nothing," Cam squeaked, "just the usual. I mean all we did was hold hands, can't we hold hands?"

"Of course you can," Macey's soothing voice was very patronly, "but for the Chameleon, that is a very big challenge."

"Yeah, when you first put your hand in his, you were squeezing your eyes so tight!" Bex waggled her eyebrows, but unlike Fishy's her eyebrow waggling actually looked cute on her instead of weird.

"Whatever," Cam huffed.

There was a few moments of silence when Bex broke it, "Yo, Lizzy, got any thing for us?"

Liz was unnaturally silent. Her pale face was apologetic as she looked from Bex to Macey and finally to Cam.

"Well, spill," Macey said.

"It's…Josh's school," her voice was quiet and breathless.

Without a word Cammie leapt up and dashed to the bathroom.

"Do you think Cammie was weird today?" Zach creased his eyebrows and asked to no one in particular.

He tossed a football up and caught it again before it hit his face. He was lying on the couch thinking to himself about Cammie's weird behaviour. First she'd slipped her hand, delicate and very…cute (were hands even cute?) into his own. It was like they were made for each other. Zach shook the cheesy line out of his head. Where had that even come from? That was total girl language.

"Cammie's weird everyday," Grant said, switching from channel to channel in a bored fashion.

Jonas shot him a look like 'dude, that was so rude'.

Zach 'accidentally' let go of the hard pig skin and it hit Grant in the face. Take that, sucker. He keeled over, pressing both hands to his forehead while moaning in pain. Jonas gave Zach a look, too.

"Honestly Zach, you didn't have to go that far," Jonas said. He was like a mother.

"Whatever, I feel better now," Zach said.

"To each his own painkillers," Jonas shrugged.

Zach straightened up, frowning. He wanted sensible advice from his two 'best friends'. And instead of the kind advice he would have given them he was getting this bull-crap. Could he help that he wanted to know what Cammie was doing? Thank god, he hadn't gotten too excited. Or else…oh the horror.

"Dude, I need advice," Zach said with a glare.

"With what? Cammie was totally into you today. You must be doing something right," Grant grunted.

"Yeah, but why was she being all…into me?" Zach asked, mentally face palming himself.

"Because a) you are in the girl language 'hot', b) you're charming and sex appeal oozes off of you like grease off McDonald's burgers and c) peer pressure," Jonas stated in his nerdy way.

"Wait what?"

"Because a) you are-"

"No. I mean. I'm hot?" Zach furrowed his brow.

"You are the most dumbest piece of shit I have ever known," Grant snorted and fell off the bed laughing.

"And why are you talking about McDonald's burgers?" Zach decided to ignore Grant. "Those are gross. And I'm not a burger. What are you talking about?"

"Your sex appeal," Jonas sighed.

"My sex appeal?" Zach repeated.

"Do I need to explain?"

"Yes, actually you do."

"Fine," Jonas snapped, "your rock hard ass and those sexy muscles in your legs. The way water looks dripping off your toned body. Your chest and its dips and grooves. Omigod you are like the eighth wonder of the world. You could crush me. Oh do me, Zach, do me."

"…What?"

Grant had taken it. He stuffed his fist in his most to keep from screaming with laughter.

"That is how girl's see you," Jonas said turning back to his book.

"My rock hard ass?"

Zach thought about that one. Yup. His ass was pretty rock hard. Sexy muscles in his legs? He looked, muscles, but to him not very sexy. Water dripping off his body? Okay, he'd done that one before and damn, he looked good. His chest and its abs also looked pretty good. But he wasn't the eighth wonder, he knew that. Chuck Norris was the eighth wonder. And could he crush someone? And why would they want him to do them?

This was all very confusing.

"What about 'you could crush me'?" Zach asked Jonas.

Jonas didn't look away from his book, "Your penis could put them in a wheel chair."

"Where'd you learn that from?" Zach was interested.

Then he thought back to a few months ago where Liz had been in a wheel chair.

"Omigod, you did Liz," Zach pointed at Jonas.

"Excuse me?"

"Grant, tell Jonas he did Liz," Zach said.

"You did Liz," Grant said.

"I did not do Liz, for your information we are both saving ourselves for marriage," Jonas blushed.

"Oh."

"Will you guys, please, just please go to bed now?" Jonas asked.

"Why?" Grant raised his eyebrows.

"I don't want to talk about Zach putting people into wheel chairs with his penis, okay?" Jonas snapped.

"Touchy, aren't we?"

"Just go to sleep!"