Here's the INDIRECT ANSWER TO YOU WHAT YA'LL ARE THINKIN'.

Bex's POV

"Cammie" Liz pleaded. "You have to."

Cammie does not want to believe they are letting us leave Gallagher. Therefore she doesn't want to go, anywhere. Even if it is for a mission. Even though no one's first intention is really the test, it's hanging out. Spies multitask after all. After hours of trying to convince she won't budge.

"When a place has kept you locked up for months and they let you go free." I try convincingly "You go."

"They are going to change their minds at the last minute." She says. "I'm not going."

"What are the odds of that?" Macey asks finishing last touches to her makeup.

"One in two hundred and fifty nine." Liz replies in the universal language, math. Oh, Liz. I chuckle.

"But here's the thing…" I trap Cammie in a headlock. "Change her! Go, go, go!"

Later, after Cammie breaks down and Macey does our makeup, we are gathering in front of the main hallway. We are actually just in time because Solomon was ushering the students out the door. Liz breaks away because she and Jonas are going to be running comm. Units for us. We pair up, Cammie and I, that is. But before we get a chance to step out of this place Solomon closes the door in front of us.

"Ms. Morgan, I am sorry to say that for your security you must be inside the Academy at all times." He tells us coolly. He hands me an earpiece. "You have until eleven."

He steps aside to let my by. She shot me an 'I told you so.' Look. I replied her with an apologetic look. The door shut behind me. I have four hours. I plan on wasting an hour acknowledging my surrounding six block. And so I did. Then I hear a burst of static in my ear. "Bex, you've got to do something." It's Cammie. I pace forwards and stop when I hear something. I ask her if she can hear that and give her a moment to listen.

"Music." We answer in unison.

"Don't go there." Cammie's voice warns. I ignore it with a wave of the hand, one she couldn't see. By the way I have to do something. Don't I? I grin evilly.

Time Skip

I finally reach the place of the music. There's a party; a house party. Luckily I am dressed for anything I think as I stroll in. It's moments like these where I am glad to have Macey dress me. The house is two stories, there's a D.J. in the living room, or what I think is the living room. But never mind that, the place has neon probe light! People are dancing around all crazy and stuff. I don't know them; they don't know me so I'm a go get crazy. The music was like this mix of rock, techno and dance. I overheard someone say the artist was 'Skrillex' whoever he or they are, he is awesome. (Just had to write it. I love Skrillex!) Sadly, like all good thing must come to an end, a slow song came up. On my journey to sitting down, guess who I sit next to. Just guess. Dillon.

"Have we met before?" Dillon breaks into a smile.

"Paintballing perhaps?" I take a gander.

"No I don't think so." He fakes excitement and uses a lot of hand gestures. "I ran into this fucking smoking hot British girl from Gallagher Academy there. You know her?"

"I have a boyfriend you know." I make my accent stronger when I tell him this. Technically Grant is not my boyfriend but we're close, unofficial though.

"And I have a girlfriend." He defends. "Beside I pay compliment to all my friends." As if on cue Josh walks by carrying two punch cups. So to prove his point Dillon yells "Hey Josh. Looking good."

Josh stared at him wide eyed "You are so gay!" Through my earpiece I hear Cammie laughing her head off. She's enjoying this too much. Might not be here with us but she's having a hell of a good time. I assured her that.

"Epic fail!" I say sarcastically, laughing "And you have a girlfriend."

"It's true!" Dillon says "She's just gone at the moment. Family matters."

"I know what it's like." I agree sadly. "He's…um, gone too."

He rested his elbows on his knees and shifted forward. For I moment I thought he actually might care. Really, especially when he turned serious. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, he's been gone for eight months now helping a family member." I say emptying part of my load. "But when he left we didn't clear any doubts about our relationship or whatever we have." "That's what could have happened between me and Jezebel." Dillon compared. "But she insisted on talking about it. I don't regret it."

"Jezebel? I didn't want to talk about it then. God knows what he's doing."

"Probably the same thing you are doing now." He tells me.

"Partying." I ask in disbelief

"Nope. Venting." I shoot nervously glance at the clock and see the florescent green light read 10:55. I got to go, I'm late.

"Thanks for everything but I have to go. Bye." I wave and run like the wind.

I so freaking late. I reach Gallagher with people wondering where I was. They were actually going to send people out looking for me, no exaggeration. But they calm down when they see me walk in. They depart for their suites except for Cammie she goes up to me and asks, "Why didn't you tell me?" Right, I forgot she could hear it all. I responded regretfully.

"Because people you won't see again and don't know anyone you know, won't judge, Cam." I say my voice cracks. "They won't judge."

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