CHAPTER TWO

~~~CAMMIE'S POV~~~

'Wake up, Cam!' Liz quietly shook me awake. I groaned and rolled over, pulling my blanket back over my face. 'Cammie! Get up! Bex has already made all sorts of threats if you aren't up in forty three seconds.'

That got me up. I didn't want to push my luck with Bex. My internal body clock told me it was only six thirty in the morning. Half an hour earlier than usual.

Macey handed me my uniform. She had modified it, so my skirt now reached only half way down my thigh. I groaned. Of course Macey would do this to me!

I hurriedly changed into it, before Macey began on my hair. She straightened it and tied it in a perfect-messy high ponytail, with some wispy bits around my face.

No matter how much I complained, she insisted on covering my face in make-up. When she was done, I had foundation, light blue eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and some lip-gloss. I did look nice, though, so I didn't complain too much.

She then moved on to Bex, Liz, and finally herself, doing the same to all of us.

As we went to leave our room and go to breakfast, we saw an envelope that had been slipped under the door.

Bex opened it and found four timetables and a short note. Obviously, our new timetables had regular subjects on them.

Mine read:

8.00-9.00am English

9.00-10.00am Study/Free Lesson

10.00-11.00 General Science

11.00-12.00pm PE

12.00-1.00pm Lunch

1.00-2.00pm Maths

2.00-3.00pm History

Bex had the same as me. Liz was the same, although she had Geography instead of English, and another study period instead of History. Macey only had the study period with us. She had maths, study, art, technology, PE and biology.

I would, however, miss out on English, because I was giving Josh his tour, and the beginning of General Science, because that was when we would welcome the Roseville students.

Bex grabbed the note that was in the envelope and read it out:

Dear Gallagher Girls,

Today is a big day. We expect you to be on your best behaviour. Look after our guests as best you can.

Remember to be at breakfast by 7.30am.

Our guests from Roseville High School will be arriving at 10.00am, disrupting the beginning of your third class. We are sorry for the inconvenience. Our guests will be joining in classes for the rest of the day, to give them a chance to experience how our school runs. There may be small changes to your timetables.

There will be a barbeque lunch outside, near the barn, at 12.00 until 1.00pm where you will have the opportunity to get to know the Roseville High students at a social level.

Josh Abram's concert this afternoon begins at 3.30pm, in the Grand Hall. You are permitted to wear appropriate clothing other than your uniform.

The Roseville High students will stay at Gallagher Academy until 9.30pm, giving an extended chance to form friendships with the students.

Once again, I am sorry for inconveniences caused. Enjoy your day, and remember to give our school a good name.

Love,

Headmistress Rachel Morgan

~~~BEX'S POV~~~

We quickly memorised our timetables and left for breakfast in the Grand Hall.

Every conversation was about Josh Abrams and his concert. The only person who didn't seem excited was Cammie.

She had met him last night, but no matter how much we asked (or threatened) her, she wouldn't tell us anything about him. She even complained about having to give him a tour of the school. I volunteered to do it for her, but her mother had insisted it was Cammie's job.

~~~CAMMIE'S POV~~~

A bell rang at five to eight, telling us that class would begin soon. Everyone stood up and walked to their rooms to collect books, pens, laptops, and whatever they would need for their first classes.

I, however, walked to my mother's office, not using any secret passageways that I usually would.

For the first time, she let me knock before telling me to enter.

I walked in and found Josh Abrams and his agent sitting on the couches, with trays of food from their breakfast sitting on the table in front of them.

'Hey, Cam.' My mum smiled at me.

I walked over and sat next to her. 'Hi, mum.'

Josh just stared at me. I smiled slightly at him, before introducing myself properly to his agent. 'Hi. I'm Cameron Morgan.'

'Nice to meet you, Cameron. I'm Dee Dee. I'm Josh's agent.' She shook my hand as she spoke.

'Cammie will be giving Josh a tour of the school, and introducing him to some of the students if he wants to meet them, and I will be showing the rest of you the grand Hall so you can begin setting up. Is that alright?'

'Of course, Mrs Morgan.' Dee Dee replied. 'Josh, be at the Hall by 12.30. Okay?'

He nodded and stood up. I followed him out of the office, into the Hall of History.

Acting shy, I began speaking quietly. 'So, this is the Hall of History-'

'Hall of History, huh?' he cut me off. I nodded.

Pointing to a statue of a man's torso and head, I continued. 'This is Gallagher Academy's first headmaster. Our school has been around for almost two hundred years.'

Josh didn't seem particularly interested in what I was saying, so I trailed off. 'Is there anything in particular you'd like to see?'

'Uh, yea. Can we go outside?' he asked.

'Uh-huh.'

~~~JOSH'S POV~~~

I don't know what it was about this girl, but she was different. She wasn't like all the other girls I had met so far on my trip. She was beautiful and didn't need all the make-up she was wearing. She had eyes that kept changing colour and I couldn't help but stare at them.

I didn't know what to say to her. I was nervous around her, so I decided the less I said, the better.

I hadn't met someone who was so…real to me in a long time. Everyone acts like I'm some kind of god. But I'm not, and even though Cammie is shy around me, she doesn't seem to act weird.

~~~CAMMIE'S POV~~~

I walked next to Josh until we were outside. We sat down by the side of the pond. I shivered, wearing my mid-calf socks and thin skirt.

Josh noticed and shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my legs. I couldn't help remembering the last time I had been given a guy's jacket. It made me think how much I wished I could see Zach again.

As we looked at the pond and soaked up what sunlight there was, Josh inched closer to me, until our out-stretched legs were touching.

'So,' I started. 'What's it like to be a famous singer who every girl is practically obsessed with?'

'It's not so bad. I travel a lot, and meet heaps of cool people.' He said. 'But since when is every girl obsessed with me?'

'You should have heard the conversations at breakfast this morning!' I laughed, remembering how many times Josh had been mentioned. 'They all wish they could meet you and are jealous that I have.'

'So, are you one of those girls?' he whispered. I shivered at the feeling of his breath on my face as he looked at me.

No! I wanted to say, but didn't. Instead I just looked down and forced my mouth into a slight smile.

We sat there awkwardly for a few minutes before we started talking about just regular stuff: what it was like at a private boarding school, what he thought of travelling so much, our friends, past experiences and his concert that night.

I stood up when a taxi drove through the gates of Gallagher and began down the long driveway. Josh stood up also, and I gave him back his jacket.

When the taxi door opened, my mouth dropped open. Climbing out of the car was someone I didn't think I would be seeing for a while, yet.