~~~CAMMIE'S POV~~~

I shrunk into the wall, trying to avoid whoever was in the passageway. I hugged my knees tighter and held my breath willing them to go away and leave me there alone. The steps sounded like heels, something I knew only two people would wear in the mansion on a Saturday afternoon.

Macey, or my mother. I didn't know who I would prefer to see at the moment.

I sat there for a moment longer, in the dark, cold passageway and the footsteps echoed around me, getting much closer, before they stopped beside me. I kept staring ahead until the person sat down beside me and put their arm around my shoulder.

'Hey kiddo.' My mother said, in a voice that sounded neither sympathetic, nor angry. It just sounded neutral.

I glanced up and gave a tight smile. 'Mum.' I acknowledged.

She sat down next to me and simply slid her arm around my shoulders and hugged me as I shook and let the tears fall.

'Cam, I know what happened today. It was bad luck that those pictures were taken and, well, you already know what happened.' She soothed me, although she wasn't doing such a good job. You see, my mother has three modes. Spy. Headmistress. Mother. Right now, I could tell she wasn't clicked into mother mode. Something else was on her mind, evidently. 'I'm so sorry, honey.' She whispered into my hair.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes as I lifted my head. I cleared my throat and my voice cracking slightly, I said, 'It's okay, mum. I mean, they don't know who I am, so its okay. Right?' I looked up into her eyes and saw something that really shouldn't have been there.

'Cammie, they do know who you are.' She said as bluntly as that, removing her arms from my shoulders and standing up.

'What?' I whispered.

'They know who you are. The paparazzi know.' My mother walked off and I listened to her retreating footsteps, as they faded off. I then heard a small creaking sound, as a tiny amount of light seeped into the passageway, and a thud as the opening shut behind my mother.

'How? How do they know who I am?' I wondered aloud, whispering to myself.

~~~ZACH'S POV~~~

I was still wandering the halls when I heard the faintest creaking from behind me. I spun around and Headmistress Morgan had suddenly appeared there. She glanced at me, gave me a tight, forced smile and disappeared down the hall.

I walked to where she had been and looked around. There was nothing to suggest a passageway, so I knelt down and slid my hands over the skirting board, finding a slight bump in it that was nearly impossible to see. I pressed down and saw the wall in front of me open a tiny bit, just enough for a person to walk through.

Not hesitating, I slipped inside the walls of the academy. I flipped a switch that was by my right shoulder and the opening slid closed again.

Walking forward, my eyes adjusted to the blackness, allowing me to see a dark shape against the wall a few metres in front of me.

Somehow I knew it was Cammie and that she was staring at me. I could feel her eyes bore into me, before they seemed to soften and then look away. I sat down next to her and slid my hand into hers.

I knew she was upset. I heard her sniffle a little and she lay her head on my shoulder.

'Gallagher girl. What's wrong?' I asked, sincerely.

She sat up straight again and I immediately missed her head on my shoulder. She pushed her hair out of her face and started a story. 'Well, you see those girls who found Josh and I took pictures of us while he kissed me.' She stopped. I already knew that. I'd been there at the time, after all. But there seemed to be more to it than just that.

'And?' I probed, willing her to go on.

'They're on the internet. There's an article about it and already hundreds of comments.' She lay her head on my shoulder once more and I slipped my arms around her shoulder, holding her close. 'And apparently the paparazzi know who I am, too.'

I stiffened. That got to me. I knew Cammie hadn't enjoyed playing girlfriends to Josh Abrams, but I knew it was just another of her covers, so I let it go. But I did have a problem with people all over the country, the world even, knowing who she was and knowing that she was 'girlfriend' to one of the most famous teenagers in America.

~~~Rachel Morgan's POV~~~

I know I hadn't been particularly motherly or sympathetic with Cammie, but I had other things on my mind.

Someone had seen the pictures on the internet and knew about Cammie, so sent in her name to and told them she went to Gallagher. Now everyone knew exactly who she was. I assumed it was one of the students at Roseville High. They had met Cammie just a few days before, and could have put two and two together to know who she was.

That wasn't all though, paparazzi were already appearing at the gates of the academy, begging to meet and interview Cammie.

We'd done pretty well shielding our school from the paparazzi since Macey arrived, but I wasn't sure how we'd go having the senators daughter AND the alleged girlfriend to one of the top singers of today in one school.

I pushed open the double doors of the Academy's front entrance and made my way down the stairs, slowly walking toward the gates, where three news vans and countless photographers and presenters stood waiting expectantly.

As I approached them, I took a deep breath and switched into headmistress mode.

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