Sorry for the long update. I've been busy. But I'm determined to finish this! I want to complete my trilogy of Gallagher Girl fanfics, after GG5 and GG6. Updates will be a little scare, since I have to start planning for NaNoWriMo (yes, I'm doing it…god help me)

"Am I the only one excited to go to Gallagher Academy?" Blake grinned, leaning back in his seat in one of the Greyhound buses that was currently transporting the students of Blackthorne Institute in upstate New York to Gallagher Academy in Roseville, Virginia. "Hot girls galore! The only downside is my sister."

"I like your sister." Matt shrugged, and Chris nodded in agreement.

"You're the only ones." Blake murmured. Nate stretched, and started slipping his headphones into his ears.

"You're sister goes to Gallagher, too, right, Matt?" Matt nodded slowly. Blake sighed. "Do you think she'll go out with me, Matt?"

"Absolutely not." Matt laughed.

"I heard the Winters have a daughter your age, Nate." Chris nudged his younger brother, who blushed.

"Jake says the ladies don't like me because I don't want to sleep with them."

"You're right, Nate. Keep your mind frame up." Matt smiled gently.

"So I shouldn't tell girls I want to sleep with them right off the bat?"

"No. I learned that the hard way." Blake said, patting Nate on the shoulder, who nodded.

"Come on, guys. Let's sleep. It's a long ride to Virginia." Matt sighed, shutting off the light above his seat, and shutting his eyes. Before he drifted off, he could hear Blake next to him murmur,

"Gallagher Academy, here we come."

"Ladies of Gallagher Academy," Headmistress Morgan began. "Do to an accident at our brother school, we will be joined by some guests for the remainder of the school year. This hasn't happened in over ten years."

"Shit." Caitlin put down her roll, and stopped eating her dinner. Brandy's eyes widened.

"What? Wait, you don't mean…" Sophia's voice trailed off, and she smiled.

"Please welcome the students of our brother school, Blackthorne Institute." The doors in the back swung open, and many girls gasped, and giggled. They, like many other normal boarding school girls, were going through what Liz Sutton once called BDS; Boy Deprivation Syndrome. The Blackthorne students were wearing their uniforms.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening…" Brandy was murmuring.

"HELL YES! Finally, some hotties." Sophia laughed. "No offense, Mr. Solomon."

Matt, Nate, Chris, and Blake surveyed the crowd of girls as many of their classmates went to find seats next to the hottest ones. Matt spotted his sister, but said nothing.

"God, look, there's my sister." Blake complained, glancing at Brandy, who was avoiding any sort of eye contact. "I can't believe I have to spend a whole year with her."

"She's prettier than I remembered…" Matt's voice trailed off.

"Well, the last time you saw her, you were ten." Blake shrugged.

"Who's that?" Nate wondered, staring at Caitlin, who looked like she was about to kill someone.

"That's my twin sister, Caitlin." Matt sighed, and started making his way over to her table. He couldn't prolong the inevitable. He was almost there when his Aunt Rachel and Uncle Joe came up to him.

"Matt! Look how grown up you are!" Rachel cried, wrapping her nephew in a hug, which he returned.

"Hi, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Joe." He smiled back.

"How's your mom?" Joe asked, giving his nephew a quick hug.

"Good. Still working at Langley." Matt responded.

"We never get to see you anymore! Tell your mother that she needs to come at visit with you more often." Rachel scolded playfully. He smiled.

"I will." He glanced around. "Shouldn't I go find a seat?"

"Oh, yes, of course." Rachel sighed. She and Joe started up towards the staff table, and Matt silently sat down awkwardly next to his sister, who was looking at her plate.

"Hey, Caitlin." He said softly. She didn't say anything. Why was her brother here? And why was he talking to her? They haven't talked or seen each other in months.

"Hello, I'm Sophia Winters." Sophia stuck out her hand, and shook his. She grinned.

"It's nice to meet you." Matt said slowly.

"I just know we're going to be great friends." She said, leaning forward and grinning again. Matt backed up a little. He turned his attention to the youngest at the table, a girl with long, brown hair and blue eyes.

"I'm Jessica Winters." The girl smiled. "Ignore my sister." Matt laughed.

"Will do. Hey, Brandy." Matt nodded at Blake's sister, who looked up at him and smiled softly.

"Hi, Matt. How are you?" Matt smiled back at her.

"Hello, sexy." Blake said, sliding into the seat across from Caitlin. She looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow. "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together."

"Really?" She replied. "I'd put F and U together."

"Burn." Chris whispered, sitting next to Sophia, and Nate slid into the seat next to Jessica. The whole table laughed. "I'm Chris Anderson, and this is my little brother, Nate." Blake sighed, and turned his attention to Sophia.

"That shirt looks good on you." He said genuinely. Sophia's eyes narrowed.

"Thanks…"

"You know what would look even better on you? Me." Blake finished.

"Ew." Jessica murmured, setting down her sandwich.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Sophia wondered loudly, looking at Caitlin, who shrugged.

"Everyone, meet my gross, juvenile, immature, lame brother Blake." Brandy sighed.

"Maybe I should lay off the pick up lines." He admitted, and everyone at the table nodded. "I'm really not a douche bag, you know. I was just trying to make a good impression."

"So, it looks like we're going to be spending the rest of the year with all of you." Nate said, and Jess smiled.

"It's going to be so much fun!"

"Tons of fun." Caitlin murmured sarcastically.

The next morning, Caitlin, Matt, Chris, Nate, Brandy, Sophia, Jessica, and Blake were all sitting at the same table for breakfast that they sat at the night before, the Blackthorne boys sleeping in the library.

"You know, you don't have to sit here. There's an open table over there." Caitlin said slowly, looking over her shoulder.

"But you guys are just so stimulating." Chris mocked with a laugh.

"Dude," Blake started, nudging Matt. "Your aunt is actually pretty hot." Matt looked at his Aunt Rachel, who was talking to Madame Dabney.

"Thanks…" Matt said sarcastically. "I'll let her know."

"God, my makeup is smudging." Jessica complained, taking out a compact and looking at her eyeliner.

"You don't need makeup." Nate shrugged absently, while Jessica blushed and Chris stared at his little brother.

"Hey, check out that one." Blake nudged Chris, looking at a tall blonde across the room. "Who's she?"

"Olivia Walters?" Caitlin looked over her shoulder. "She's a junior. I wouldn't bother. She's a total slut, and a dumbass."

"And she hates me." Sophia murmured.

"Why?"

"I made out with her ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend? Why would she be mad about that?" Nate asked.

"Well, Olivia and Landon were dating, then Caitlin sort of hooked up with him at this thing in town, and he dumped Olivia, and Olivia wants him back. The only reason she doesn't hate Caitlin is because she never found out that she was the girl Landon hooked up with."

"Why does everyone think I slept with him?" Caitlin cried. "Because I didn't!"

"Maybe because when Mr. Smith caught you guys, you both had your tops off, save for your bra." Jess suggested, and Matt snorted.

Blake smiled, and went back to surveying Olivia. "She has a nice ass, actually, but I would think like a 34B, and that's kind of iffy."

"Oh, my god, Blake." Brandy sighed, looking at her brother. "Why are you so barbaric?"

"What'd you mean?" He said, chewing a piece of toast.

"You look at girls like their pieces of meat." Brandy glared at him from across the table.

"And?"

"You're a pig!"

"So what?" Blake asked, and Brandy frowned, then grabbed bacon and strawberries, laying them across her brother's face, while the table silently snickered. Brandy then grabbed the syrup, and dumped it on her brother's head.

"So you should look like one." Brandy shrugged, with a smirk. Blake flicked his hair, and cleaned out his eyes.

"Really funny, Brandy." He laughed, before grabbing the container of whipped cream, and spraying its contents on his sister's face, and in her hair. The room had become deadly silence, everyone focused on the Newman's argument, including the teachers.

"You're gonna regret that." Brandy said. Then all hell broke loose.