Oh. My. God.

I just got to read Only The Good Spy Young. Wow. Blackthorne. Nice… cover. Stuff you, Ally Carter! Why can't you write faster? I'm DIEING from not being able to read the next book, here!

I have two reviewers who have birthdays. So,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JENNY579 AND OXLIFEXO!

Right, on with the story then.

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Zach

Oh, I love revenge. And this was brilliant. Cammie and her friend might have made us fifteen boys speechless, but we had made their entire school speechless.

But the fact that Cammie wasn't really watching me bugged me a bit. But then again, I had about twenty or so other girls ogling at me. Spies are should be prepared for anything, but I think that the sight of fifteen boys stanging in their dinning room doorway was a bit too much to handle.

"It's my pleasure to introduce Dr. Steven Sanders. Dr. Sander…" The headmistress started (Who also happened to be Cammie's mom), but our teacher cut her off.

"Dr. Steve." He said.

"Pardon me?" The headmistress asked.

"Call me Dr. Steve." He told her with a punch in the air.

I rolled my eyes. Really. Our teacher was really embarrassing at some times.

"Of course," Cammie's mom said smoothly, then turned back to face us. "Dr. Steve and his students will be spending the remainder of the semester with us."

At this, a lot the girls started to whisper and glance flirtingly at us.

"They will be attending your classes and eating with you." The headmistress finished. "We are giving you the rest of breakfast to get to know them."

All the girls seemed to straighten. They'd somehow check their hair or make-up. A lot claimed to go to the toilet, which couldn't make it more obvious that they were going to make sure they looked alright.

They might be spies-in training, but it doesn't change the fact that they are girls. Cute girls, at that. Like Cammie.

I glanced over at Grant who was already being mobbed by girls. Similar tides of them were coming up to me, so I quickly went over and sat by Cammie.

"Hello, Gallagher Girl." I greeted her.

She scowled. "Don't call me that. My name is-"

"Cammie. I know." I cut her off.

"How do you know that?" She demands.

I smile at her and point to myself. "Spy." I told her.

"Your name then?" She asked.

"Zach." I told her.

"Alright then, Zach, why call me 'Gallagher Girl'?" She demanded.

Awe, she's really cute when she is mad. "You go to Gallagher Academy, don't you?"

She's looks at me like I'm stupid. "Well, duh."

"And you're a girl?"

"Again, duh." She scowls even more at me.

I sit back and cross my arms. "Then what's wrong with Gallagher Girl?"

She stares at me for a few moments. "I give up." She then mutters. "You're hopeless to argue with."

I smirk at her.

She glares at me.

I really like this girl.

"Ladies," Mrs. Morgan "Time to get to classes. It's good to see that you're all getting on well."

I glance at Cammie who is still glaring at me.

"See you later, Gallagher Girl, at class maybe." I tell her with a smirk.

If looks could kill, then I would be very, very, dead by now.

I get up and join my friends as we walk out of the hall. I hear her mutter a few words behind me, and I strain to hear what she said.

"See you later. Blackthorne Boy."

I smirk again.

I really, really like this girl.

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Cammie

Urg. I hate him. I wish I could just punch that smirk off his face…

"Ahh, did you see all those girls? I didn't get to talk to him once!"

I was brought back into the present by Bex's rant.

Wow, daydreaming. That's a something I spy shouldn't get habit of doing. I've been doing a lot of things lately I shouldn't have. But only when Zach is around. Huh, stuff you Zach. Why do you have to bring out all the worse things in me?

"Who once?" Liz asked.

"You know." Bex said smiling. "That really cute guy I was trailing on the DC mission."

"I wasn't there on the DC mission." Liz reminded her.

"The one who looks a bit like Brad Pitt?" Macey asked Bex.

Bex nodded, looking a bit dreamy.

"He's looks nice. Good for you." Macey told her, then went back to checking her nails.

"But I didn't get to talk to him once!" Bex told us again.

"Maybe he will be in one of our classes. Then you can talk to him." I suggested.

"Yes, I'll do that." Bex nodded.

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Members of this tribe can be identified by what physical characteristic, Ms. Bauer?" Mr. Smith asked an hour later, but I'm pretty sure that I peak for the entire sophomore class when I say that we were far less interested in the countries of the world than we were in what was going on in our own school. I mean, how were we supposed to focus when there were extra chairs at the back of the room? Chairs that were waiting for… boys.

Yet Mr. Smith just kept going on with the boring lecture as if there were not fifteen boys in the Gallagher mansion. That was, until a deep voice called "Knock knock," and Dr. Steve pushed open the door.

And three boys followed him.

A stranger who was skinny with glasses and thick black hair.

Bex's Brad Pitt double.

And… Zach.

Dr. Steve exclaimed, "Good morning ladies," except that, if you ask me, it wasn't.

I'm called the Chameleon-the girl who blends in, who goes unseen-but I have never wanted to be invisible as much as I did then.

I know my mom wants us to learn how to get along with the boys s we might be working together some day, but I really couldn't be bothered at the moment. Last night was still in my mind.

"Can I help you, Dr. Sanders?" Mr. Smith asked, not even trying to hide the impatience in his voice, but Dr. Steve just looked at him.

"Shall we get the boys introduce themselves, then?" Dr. Steve asked.

"I have learned, Dr. Sanders-"

"Steve," Dr. Steve corrected, but Mr. Smith carried on not even pausing.

"-that ours is an occupation where names are best-temporary." He looked at the three boys for a few moments, then shrugged. "If they must…" He sighed.

"Excellent." Dr. Steve beamed. "You first." He poked the skinny boy with glasses.

The boy took a couple steps forward. "Uh, I'm Jonas. I'm sixteen. I'm a sophomore-"
"Thus your enrolment in this class." Mr. Smith said wryly. "Thank you Jonas, please sit down."

"That was excellent, Jonas." Dr. Steve said. "Now, would one of you young ladies be kind enough to show him around?"

Bex leaned forward and kicked Liz's seat. She muttered 'Meh.' in surprise, but it sounded a lot more like 'me!'

"Excellent." Dr. smiled. "Jonas here is on the research track of study. Your name Ms…."

"Sutton. Liz Sutton." Liz told him, then turned and glared at Bex who smiled at her innocently.

"Excellent. Now, Grant…"

I couldn't help looking at Bex. She was smiling at him dreamily.

"I'm Grant." Said the Brad Pitt looking guy. He walked down the isle and slid into the seat next to Bex. Bex smiled even more, and flicked her hair over her shoulder. Alright, they do not teach that move in PE, and I don't want to know where she learnt that.

Instead of waiting for Dr. Steve to say anything, Zach walked down the isle after Grant.

"I'm Zach," He said, and slid into the seat next to me. "And I think I've found my guide."

"Excellent. Shall we continue with the class?" Dr. Steve asked.

As Mr. Smith went back onto to talking about countries of the world.

I glanced at Zach to see he was smirking at me.

Urg. There is something about that smirk that makes me want to punch it off his face.

Relax, Cammie. Relax. I told myself silently. Relax.

Then I tried to focus all my attention on what Mr. Smith was saying. (Believe me, that is not a very easy thing to do when there is a very cute boy sitting right next to you.

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Zach

That was one of the most interesting lessons I have ever done. I'm not talking about how Mr. Smith droned on and on about countries of the world. No, I'm talking about the fact that I got to sit next to Cammie. Do you know how long it took to make her annoyed?

Forty-seven seconds.

And she looked so cute when she was annoyed.

"So this is the famous Gallagher Academy?" I asked as we walked to our next lesson.

"Yes." She said curtly.

"And… You're the famous Cammie Morgan."

She missed a step in her walk, I noticed. I don't think I was imagining it when she sped up slightly.

"You fidget a lot." I told her as we walked. She didn't pay any attention to me, but just keep walking.

And I swear she sped up a bit more.

"You walk fast." I told her.

Cammie pressed her lips together and keep walking.

"Why are we walking so fast?" I asked her.

"Because we only have three minutes and thirty three… two… one seconds until we have to be in class." She muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. "How would you know that? You're not wearing a watch." I pointed out.

"Bex just told me." She told me curtly.

I might have believed that. Maybe. But only if she hadn't forgot one fact. "Bex wasn't wearing a watch either."

She scowled. Hah. Got you there, Gallagher Girl.

"Come on." She told me after a while. "Culture and assimilation class is just up ahead."

I blinked in surprise. "Whoa," I said, stopping suddenly. "You're taking me to culture class?"

"Yes." She replied simply.

You've got to be kidding me.

One day, we might be off disarming a bomb or saving some important person from being hurt or something. When in the world did culture come into it?

"Culture and assimilation have been in Gallagher for more than a hundred years, Zach." She said as she headed toward the door.

"A Gallagher girl can blend into any culture-any environment. Assimilation isn't a matter of social graces." She paused. "It's a matter of life and death."

Alright, she did have a bit of a point. You might need to know a bit about a few cultures, but still… Wouldn't the time be taken up better with a class like Cove Ops?

I felt the smirk fade off my face slightly as she opened the doors. But when Madame Dabney said "Today, Ladies and Gentleman, we will be learning an art… of dancing."

And I smirked again and couldn't but lean down to whisper in Cammie's ear.

"Yeah… Life or death."

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I shouldn't be on. I really, really shouldn't be on. Did I mention that it's five in the morning? No? Well it is.

I drank WAY to many bottles of Lift+ today. And a couple cans of coke helped too. But hey, I'll sleep off tomorrow… Well, not tomorrow really. I'll sleep it off this morning later on.

Sorry if it's a bit typed out from the book. It will end a lot different, believe me. ;)

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The Gallagher Girl