Cammie POV

I followed my friends who were following Hannah. We weren't friends not even close and even though it was funny Zach turning her down we still stuck together. We were a sisterhood.

Still, I was lost in thought. I couldn't help but think that maybe Zach had standards. Maybe, he wasn't as much of a Man-something mean that rhymes with sore. Anyways, that wasn't the point. Will. Will was charming and sweet and cute and I couldn't help but think I liked him. The thing was every time I thought of him I thought of Josh. I compared him to Josh for every little thing. But, that wasn't bad because they were opposites, no; it was bad because they were exactly the same. They were cute, nerdy, smart, charming. I don't think I could date another Josh. I needed someone else. Someone that was different. This sucked. At least I could distract myself with taking care of Hannah.

"Oh gosh he's such a…" She didn't leave it hanging. I'll let you fill in the blanks. For a girl who everyone pictured as perfect she was she had a foul mouth.

She went on about how rude and selfish and how much of a jerk he was. I wasn't really listening more like just nodding my head when it seemed like I should but when I went to pat her on the back because it seemed like she need it, it got weird.

"YOU, Don't touch me you… you…" As foul of a mouth she had I guess even she wasn't accustomed to swearing at her sisterhood.

"But what did I do?" I asked.

"WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU… He likes you! Haven't you seen the way he looks at you? He was making out with me just fine but then you had to go ahead and come in and… he stopped!" She took a tissue and blew her nose.

"This is your entire fault! Get out!" She screamed.

I looked at her. At this moment it didn't matter what kind of girl Hannah was. She was a spy. She went to Gallagher Academy. She could really hurt me. So I looked at her wide-eyed and I got up slowly. As I was getting up I looked at my friends who had looks of pity. I walked out slowly but didn't bother apologizing. I saw no reason in it.

We were in Hannah's room and mine was all the way on the other side of the corridor. As I started walking I tried to think of what she was talking about. The 'he' she was talking about was obviously Zach. She mentioned the way he looked at me but all I could see was his smirk. I knew he smirked a lot but that was to everyone. I couldn't figure out any time when he treated me differently. He might have irritated me more. I sighed. Zach didn't like me. He may not have been a man-sore but he was a player.

I finally reached my room and was about to unlock it when I heard someone "Gallagher Girl! Psst." I looked around and saw Zach smirking in a corner. What was he doing?

"Come here" he whispered gesturing towards him.

I went to see what he was talking about when he grabbed me and spun me around so I was facing the wall."Zach—"

"Shh. Just hold on a sec."

He took out a blindfold and tied it around my eyes. "Zach." I whispered this time.

"Just trust me."

"Now why on earth would I do that?"

I heard him chuckle and could feel him smirking. Or maybe that was more of a feeling.

"Okay just follow me." He whispered taking my hand and leading me somewhere.

I had no choice, well I did, but I decided to trust him so when he said:

"Watch your head" I ducked.

"Watch your step" I did.

"You're going up stairs" I felt for each step.

"Pucker up" I almost did. Instead, I punched him in the arm.

"Ow," he was laughing but it had to have hurt him a bit.

"Okay, I'm going to take your blindfold off now. Please don't hurt me." I could feel his smirk again.

"I might have to." He laughed.

When he took my blindfold off I looked around and saw we were in some kind of room that was like a closed off area it was a lot like …

"It's a secret passage. See, I heard something about how you use to like them… like using them. But, being at a new school you probably don't know where any of them are. So I thought I'd start you off."

He was saying all this while he lit his flashlight. I smiled; I couldn't believe he'd do something like this.

"Thanks Zach… this is amazing."

I started looking around to see where it led and was about to ask him about it when he cleared his throat. I looked at him.

"It goes to a bunch of different places but I only know of one… it goes towards the room I was in last year. When I shared it with some other guys I didn't really get along with."

"What room is that now…? I mean who lives in it?"

"It's Will's room. I thought you might want to know. I also thought we could figure out where else it goes."

"Why would I want to know where Will's room was?"

"Oh, I just thought you…uhm… liked him"

So I guess it was obvious he didn't like me.

"I don't know. He's, uhm, kind of too much like Josh… you know the other guy I dated." I looked away. Why was I telling him this?

"Yeah? What was he like?"

I smiled at the thought of him, "Sweet, cute, charming, nice… safe."

"Safe?"

"Yeah, you know how people like us can never be safe? Well, that's how I felt around him. Like I was just a normal teenager not a spy and sometimes you need that."

He raised his eye brows a bit, I wasn't sure why. "Yeah, I know what you mean." He mumbled.

We sat there in silence for a bit but it wasn't the awkward kind. It was more comfortable. I liked Zach when he wasn't being his cocky self. I liked to think this was the real him but I couldn't be sure.

"I thought you followed Hannah out, she feeling better already?"

"Oh, uhm, no she kind of yelled at me to leave."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "She had this odd idea that somehow you rejecting her was my fault."

"Yeah, how's that?" He looked like he actually was interested in my answer but it might've just been the light.

"Oh, uhm, well she said you liked me or something it was completely utter nonsense." I was talking really fast and felt a blush creep up my cheeks. To think, two seconds ago we were comfortable.

He was just looking at me this serious look on his face something like Liz's when she was hacking into the CIA website, except his may have been more intense.

I looked at him, "Isn't it?"

He opened his mouth to respond but before he could a loud noise filled the passageway it was scary. There were sirens blaring and you could hear metal doors slamming. It was as if precautions were being taken… but why?