Heyy! I'm very happy to see that people are following this story! ;) Yay! I'm now on the THIRD BOOK! I'm actually very sad I don't get to write about Zach… But this story is about Josh. Whether I like it or not!

Cammie's POV

Josh.

He was just standing there, staring at me. But, then again, I was untying a gag from my friend's mouth in the back of his store.

And I was wearing my Gallagher Girls uniform.

"Cammie!" He asked, dropping the books in his hands and running over to me.

"Why are you here?" His brown eyes bored into mine. The girl in me wanted to tell him the truth of why I was here. I wanted to have a relationship that had no lies in it. But the spy in me wanted to keep lying, needed to keep lying, if I didn't want Solomon yelling at me for a few hours about not talking to the people in town.

"My mother is sick. She has the stomach flu, and I was sent to get some medicine for her."

"And… who are they?" Josh whispered, pointing to Bex and Liz.

"My sisters." Ugh. I knew that wouldn't cut it. Bex looks like an Egyptian Princess and Liz looks like a little pixie. None of us look alike!

"My mom remarried. She adopted Bex here." I finished, gesturing to Bex, who waved.

"Yes. I am very, very glad that Cammie and Liz's mom adopted me." Bex said in her native accent. That got him.

"Wow! Cammie! That's so cool that your mom adopted Bex! You never told me that," Josh exclaimed.

Yeah, Josh, that's not the only thing that I haven't told you. I thought, and stood up.

"Now, can you help me pay for this Pepto-Bismol?" I asked politely, reaching for a bottle.

"Yeah, sure Cammie," Josh agreed, and walked me to the register. He rung up the medicine and bagged it for me.

"That'll be $5.00 exact," He said, and I handed him a $5.00 bill. Josh nodded, and put it in the register.

His eyes averted to my shirt 'area'. I don't know why; because there isn't much to look at there.

"Why does your shirt say 'Gallagher Academy?'" He asked.

Oh, god.

"Ummmm…" I know that my spy training should have taught me to lie better than this, and it did; but, at the moment, I couldn't grasp any of the things that Mr. Solomon had told us to do.

"The Gallagher Academy asked us to take a tour of their school." I lied. I felt sick. I couldn't lie this deep. Liz's eyes widened.

"And Bex bought us all patches from the gift shop there." Liz finished. "Bex loves personalizing things; even shirts!"

"But why would you except the tour?" Josh asked, suspiciously. "I thought that you had religious reasons not to go to a public school."

He just had to dig deeper, didn't he?

"Josh. I'm so, so, sorry." I said. "I lied to you." I took a deep breath. What I was about to do needed a lot of courage.

"We're not homeschooled because of religious reasons. At my old school, I was bullied a lot, and I couldn't take the pressure of having to be hurt every day. All the boys would make fun of me." I had just lied about a lie. "When we heard that the Gallagher School for Exceptional Young Women was an exception, and my mother heard about all of the cultural classes, she decided to enroll us."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Josh questioned. "I mean, I wouldn't have made fun of you or anything." My heart melted.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so sorry. And, for the record, I didn't need the Pepto-Bismol, because I'm boarding there."

He shook his head in disbelief.

"Cammie, at least let me drive you back to your school. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Ok…" I agreed, and let him lead us out the door and to his Minivan. It was really roomy on the inside; and everything was so clean.

"I hope you don't mind if I play music." Josh said, as he turned up the stereo.

And, no, I didn't mind, because listening to music wasn't even on my list of things to think about at the moment.