This one is for Kelsey Alice Rosalie Cullen, who has reviewed on almost every chapter, and for my sister, who has helped me out some. :D

Here you go!

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I had to wake up, but I didn't want to. Better yet, I didn't want Monday to come at all. To miss my first day of school at Roseville High School - or any day, for that matter - would have been just fine with me. But my mom had assigned two limos to be the buses of my class in order to keep with the snobby/rich image, and those 'buses' were coming in at 8:30, or in an one and a half hours.

I got out of bed and picked out and outfit. I seriously didn't care about what people thought of me; a simple t-shirt and jeans was fine for me. After Bex got out of the shower, I took a bath and tried to imagine that I was going to be going through an ordinary day of school at the Gallagher Academy. But I wasn't.

Eventually, our 'bus' came, and I said goodbye to the only high school I had ever known. And to Liz and to most of my class mates. I stayed right between Bex and Macey, who were totally pumped about this. (Oh yea, and they looked flippin' amazing. As usual.) At least I felt somewhat at home with my best friends at my side. As I climbed into the limo, I took a look at my classmates. Was I the only one who didn't dress up? They all looked fabulous. I just looked like Cammie Morgan, spy in training. Relax, I told myself. You are the best spy in your school, exception of the seniors. You're smart and quick on your feet. Your mom is the principal of the best girl's spy school in America, possibly the world. Then why was I freaking out on myself?!

The ride to school was short. I wish it had lasted forever, but no. Everyone piled out of the limo, and I made sure I was out last. We walked up to the school. So this is where Josh goes to school. Huh.

In a way, the school reminded me of my own. It was old, big, and had fancy architect. There were four huge pillars at the main domed entrance, extending from the top of the eight steps to the bottom of the roof of the tall-enough-to-be-three-stories school. There were two massive oak trees in the front lawn, and most of the teenagers seemed to be congregating there, loudly. Until we got out. Then everything got really quiet, really fast, and everyone looked at us, almost as if inspecting us. I could see a few guys checking Bex and Macey out from the corner of my eye. I wonder if this is how Zach felt when the Blackthorne Boys showed up. I scanned the crowd for Josh, but I couldn't spot him. Same thing with Dee-Dee and Dillon. But I did notice a lady in a business suit and heels walk up to my mom, who had accompanied us. After saying a few words to her privately, the lady introduced herself.

"Hello, ladies. I am Mrs. Carol Bartlett, principal of Roseville High School. For the next two weeks, you will be our students. We are pleased to have you here," Mrs. Bartlett began. She actually did seem happy to have us there, which is quite surprising considering that most people in Roseville despise us. "Please follow me, ladies. Quickly, now."

We followed her inside - with everyone watching - to the office section of school. There we were greeted by fifteen teenagers - guys and girls. Fifteen was the exact number of students from my class that were here. Then Mrs. Bartlett began, "As you can see, there are fifteen students here, one for each of you. These students have graciously offered themselves to be at your disposal, figuratively speaking. You have each been assigned someone to give you a tour of campus and to be of assistance this first week. Next week you will be on your own."

That's when I noticed it: Josh, Dee-Dee, and Dillon were all guides. Coincidence? I think not. I looked over at Josh and briefly caught his eye. I tried to see him - to look into his mind, one might say - but he turned away from me, looked at the wall, and grabbed Dee-Dee's hand. Thanks, Josh. Then I tuned back into Mrs. Bartlett.

"As I was saying, you have each been assigned a student. Each of our students will one by one call out the name of one of you until you each have your guides. This has been designated by a computer, and there will be no 'but's or 'if's. Understand?" We all nodded. "Then let's begin. Todd, call out for your student."

So began our assignments. And although a computer may have assigned our pairings, I seriously don't think so. Here's why: Dillon and Anna were assigned. You should have seen how far out each of their eyes bulged when they realized who they had. Then Dillon got this sorta-evil grin on his face as he escorted her out. Note to self: watch out for fellow Gallagher Girl, particulary Anna. Then Dee-Dee got Macey. For a minute, I thought Bex would get Josh, but she ended up getting some girl with blonde hair named Janet Cordell.

And of course, I had to be the last person to be assigned, so I sorta already knew who I was getting. But for the sake of procedure, a dark-brown-haired, green-eyed teenage guy stood up and asked, "Cameron Morgan?"

"Present," I replied. I checked out my escort again. He had dark brown hair that went about an inch past his ears, he had piercing green eyes. He was taller than me, but only by a few inches. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin; he wasn't puny, but he wasn't muscular either. But he had this aura about him that seemed totally relaxed, even though he was excorting a Gallagher Girl.

"Well, Miss Morgan, here is your schedule. Please follow me," he said, and took me into the halls to my locker. Then he introduced himself.

"By the way, Miss Morgan-" I interrupted. "Please call me Cammie. Please." He looked at me weird, but complied.

"Okay, Cammie, I'm Justin. Parker, that is. We're in the same grade together." Um, okay. He continued, smiling just a bit coyly, and asked, "So you're a Gallagher Girl. Anything else I should know about you?" Pssh. Not unless you have a minimal of Level Two clearence, but I'll be nice.

"Nice to meet you, Justin. And sure. I'm a junior - like you - and I'm 16, almost 17. I don't want to be here, but I'm happy that at least you're being nice about this. So... what classes do I have?" I asked. I deemed this to be important.

"Okay. Glad to make you feel that I'm being nice or whatever it is you said. Your classes? Um, let me check," he said as he pulled out a sheet from his notebook. He took a look, and then - I kid you not - his jaw dropped. I was curious, so I questioned, "What? What is it?"

"Uh... um, you have every single class that I do. And lunch period. And homeroom." How did Liz do that?!

"Josh Abrams wouldn't happen to be in any of those classes, would he?" I crossed my fingers in guarantee of Liz's computer skills.

"Actually, no. How do you know Josh?" Darn. I opened my stupid mouth. Remind me to not mention Josh. Ever.

"Long story. If you keep up this nice business, I just might tell it."

"Okay." We arrived in class, and I noticed that Dee-Dee and Macey shared my class. And they were talking it up! I'd have to ask Macey about that later. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see Justin. "Yea?" I asked.

"First of all, sit here." He gestured to the seat right next to his. I sat down, mostly out of lack to sit anywhere else. He continued, "Second of all, since I'm being nice, can I give you my number? Y'know, so you can um... call me, and tell me that long story?..." he trailed off. Oh. My. Gosh.

My first day at school, and a guy is already asking me for my number. Bex's roundhouse kick is actually starting to look pretty good.

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Okay, I know: filler chapter. Most of it's talking. But I needed Justin and Cammie to get acquainted. I know where I want to go from here ultimately, but I have absolutely NO idea of how to get there. Great. :P