I had to think of something. Quick. I mean, there's a sorta-hot guy who just asked for my number, and unlike most teenagers, I DON'T HAVE ONE! That would be a problem. And were ALL public-schoolers this... forward? I mean, we only met eachother five minutes ago. Fortunately, class had begun. Unfortunately, I didn't know what class I was in. The teacher saved me, though.

"Hello, class. To our newcomers," he started. "I am Mr. Marks, your Geometry teacher. I hope you will enjoy your next two weeks with us." Unlike Mrs. Bartlett, I could totally tell he was faking it. But maybe, if I'm reaaally nice, he'll actually enjoy having me in his class. He continued, "When I point to you, I want you to state your name and three facts about you. Then you may sit down."

I quickly established that I wanted a cover that would let me be who I am, while keeping mostly true to what I had already told Josh. My cover came to me naturally: I'm Cammie Morgan, and I'm enrolled at the Gallagher Academy because of an Academic Scholarship and an Employee's Discount. When I'm not living at school, I live at my grandparent's farm. My mother believes in self-defense (true), so she taught me karate (sorta true). I know Spanish and Italian, and I dream of someday becoming an interpreter. (Unless you count interpreting coded messages about nuclear weapons and the threat of war, that last part is totally not true.) Just as I was done, Mr. Marks pointed at me.

"Hey, I'm Cameron Morgan, or Cammie. My nick-name is the Chameleon, I want to become an interpreter someday, and since my mother taught me self-defense in karate, I can kick your butt." A few kids snickered, but I didn't care. I felt Justin tap me on the shoulder, and when I turned to him he smirked and said, "Oooh, I'm so scared." I found it funny, but still I replied, "Well you should be. Ask my friends." I thought that would shut him up about it. I guess not.

A few minutes later, a note fluttered onto my desk. A note? Isn't that a bit old-fashioned? I thought. But whatever. The outside of the note read, 'TO: CHAMELEON. FROM: ESCORT'. I glanced over at Justin, but he completely ignored me. I decided to open the note. It read,

Hey Chameleon:

So you can kick butt? I'd like to see you try.

Meet me in the gym ten minutes after school.

We'll see who can kick butt better: you or me.

If you win, I'll buy you lunch for your two weeks here.

If I win, you have to tell me that story.

And buy me lunch for a week.

Good luck! :)

- Your Escort

Pssh. So he wanted to take me on? Bring it! I glanced over at him, caught him attention, and nodded. He smiled, then tapped the guy sitting next to him and whispered something. I saw the guy's reaction, and it was completely of shock. The guy looked over at me, then at Justin, then at me again. I think I knew what Justin told the guy, especially when the guy passed it on and the same reaction happened. So my escort wanted witnesses? I could handle that. I turned to Justin, got his attention again, and whispered three words:

"Bring. It. On."

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Courtesy of Liz, I 'happened' to have the same lunch period with Bex and Macey. And their escorts, of course. (Just for the record, I have awesome friends. They actually TOLD their 'escorts' to go have lunch somewhere else. Dee-Dee and the other girl didn't seem to mind.) I guess news must have travelled fast about Justin's challenge (and my agreement), because they came up to me to talk urgently instead of the other way around.

"Cammie, what are you thinking?!" Macey whisper-yelled once she got close enough. I asked Justin he could sit somewhere else, which he totally liked. I think taking me everywhere was beginning to wear on him. Anyways, back Bex and Macey.

"Sit down," I said. They did, but that didn't stop them. Or make them less nervous. Macey spoke first.

"Like I said, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING?!" Bex chimed in, "Yea, the secret of Gallagher Academy is at stake." Unlike Macey, Bex hadn't been in class when I announced my three facts, so she was worried about that. Macey was just worried about the whole beating-up-a-guy thing.

"Relax, Bex. Here's my cover: I'm at the Gallagher on academic scholarship and an employee discount. My mom taught me karate for self-defense. I stay at my grandparent's farm during the summer; and since I know Italian and Spanish I want to become an interpreter. Satisfied?" I asked. Bex and Macey seemed impress, and looked at eachother, then nodded at me. I explained how Justin's challenge came about, and both of them were actually proud of me.

"So it's after school, huh?" asked Bex. I nodded, then Macey spoke up.

"You ARE going to go easy on him, right? The last thing we need is for people to wonder if there's a girl on steroids wandering the halls of Roseville High School." We all laughed, and I assured her that I was. Then I decided it was time to ask about their covers.

"Sooo... what are your covers?" I asked. This time Bex spoke up first.

"Well I'm keeping with the rich-snobby theme. I'm from Britain, my dad owns the British Broadcasting Company, I have a dog named Puddles, and my mother is the head of the Wealthy Ladies for Moral Causes society, which doesn't exist. At home, I have my own wing of our mansion, since I'm an only child. My boyfriend's cousin is related to Princess Dianna, rest her soul, so I've been able to visit with the Queen and take a personal tour of Buckingham Palace." Macey and I deemed this as acceptable; it completely fed in with the 'rich-and-snobby-with-a-huge-ego' lie. I asked Macey, "What's your cover?" I should have guessed the answer.

"The only thing I'm hiding is what are school really is. My dad's the senator; everyone knows that. Easy as pie." Once again, Bex and I deemed this appropriate. Plus, it was true, which is a big bonus when you're trying to keep your stories straight in the life of a spy. We quickly ate lunch, and soon went back to our escorts.

"So those are your friends?" Justin asked. He continued, "Miss Junior Senator and Miss British Royalty?" Word seriously got around fast here. But Justin was talking like a jerk.

"Hey Justin, would you please do me a favor?" I asked sweetly. With a big puppy-eyed look on my face (taught to me directly by Macey McHenry), he complied easily. "Sure," he said.

"Can you please stop acting like Dillon? I don't like jerks." I looked at Dillon, who just 'happened' to be in hearing distance, and smirked. The guys around me all 'ooohed'. Dillon spoke up in his defense.

"And I don't like rich girls who carry around rats disguised as poodles," he shot back. The guys looked at me, daring me to top that. With pleasure.

"Really? That's interesting. Because I'm at the Gallagher Academy on an academic scholarship, and I'm allergic to dogs." I made a mental note to register that in my cover story. Before he could say anything, I spun around and walked - briskly - to the water fountain. I liked defending for Anna.

Dillon and Justin: 0. Me: 1.