I know I've been really off and on for a really long time. Like on day I'll post two chapters and wont post until a month later. I'm trying to stop that, I really am. I just don't find as much free time as I did in middle schooler.

But here's the next chapter... more from "A Day with the Boys" coming soon.

Disclaimer: I do not the Gallagher Girls

CHAPTER 5

"She can't find out," a voice whispered.

"Why? It's not like she'll kill us," a female voice snapped.

"You obviously don't know her well."

"And you do? You sneak around behind her back, feeding her lies, and a cryptic answer now and then only to leave her confused and even more unstable of what she wants."

"Like your any saint? At least I'm trying to protect her."

"Protect her? Or protect yourself?"

"I have no protection, not anymore. I'm not innocent like she is."

"She's not all that innocent. She killed her own parents. She's an assassin. Born and Raised."

"But at least she's not in the Circle."

With that the two voiced hushed and I drifted off into sleep.

"Glad to see you awake Cameron," a sinister voice said while coming out of a dark corner of the room.

I only now realized I was tied to a metal chair in a dark room with this person. (I bet Mr. Solomon must be so proud of me.)

"Kristen, stop." I turned around to be faced with no one other than Zachary Goode. But he wasn't the same since when I last saw him. No, he was much different.

"But I've barely even started." This 'Kristen' girl said. (Just what I needed, another cocky 14-year-old.)

An evil smirk found its way to her face, but I wasn't backing down.

"Zach, let me go."

"Oh, not gonna happen Gallagher Girl."

I shot him one of my worst glares; unfortunately he chose to ignore it.

"Zach… Let me go or I'll-" I started.

"Or you'll what Gallagher Girl?"

"Don't call me that," I snarled (isn't that lady-like?)

"I won't let you go, not until I trust you enough to not run away."

"You talk about trust like you know what it means," I said with an evil strand in my voice.

The bad part was that he looked genuinely offended. And some part of my heart ached for him and I tried to regret it. He stalked out of the room without another word.

Yea that was it.

Problem Time: So this retarded ass girl was messin with me and me being the nice bitch I am I started a manageable conversation with her and now she wont leave alone.

This is what u get when ur nice. Screw life.

Anyways Lots of Love and Hopefully reviews,

Nat