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Knowledge

Cammie's P.O.V.:

I froze. Deal or no deal? I moistened my lips, stuffed my hands in my pockets and turned around to glare at her. "Are you serious?" I snapped. "My father's gone. He's not coming back!"

"Is that what they told you?" She scoffed, cocking her hip to one side. "That's a damn shame." She surveyed the area then stepped closer to me, putting herself within range. "I can't imagine myself believing my father was dead for how many years?"

"He is." I growled weakly. Her words were starting to penetrate my thick wall of resistant. I've become familiarized with the fact that my father was dead and there wasn't any way to find out what exactly caused his death. But, ever since that day five years ago, when Zach mentioned that somebody did know what had happened, I've been researching restlessly; reading articles, visiting agents, anything to give me a lead. But I've found nothing and now here was a girl who was practically flaunting her help in my face. I'd be stupid not to jump at it.

However, if I did accept her help, I'd be putting both Gallagher and Blackthorne in danger. I couldn't live with the guilt of knowing that it was me who brought down the prestigious schools. "Are you really that desperate to bring my dead father into our little dispute?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest and plastered a look of defiant on my face.

"I'm desperate enough to bring anyone into our little dispute." She sneered.

"Well, unfortunately, for you, you can forget it. I'm not giving you the Crest." I spat, turning and fully preparing to walk away. Before I could walk ten steps, her arms shot out, grabbed my shoulders, spun me around and slammed me against the wall. I should've seen it coming but I was too busy pondering if I'd made the right choice. I put up a good fight but I was drained and the sight of her face so close to mine was enough to keep me rooted.

"You will help me, either by choice or by force." She growled, digging her perfectly manicured nails into my shoulders. I could feel the tips through the thin material of my shirt and the pressure of them on both shoulders felt like ten tiny little nails impaled into my skin.

"You seem to forget," I ground out. "that I'm a professionally trained spy. You can't make me do shit." I spat.

She smirked. "There's something you don't know about me. Something the files left out. Something I've kept a secret my entire life." She paused for dramatic effects.

"Well, don't make me wait any longer! I'm dying from suspense." I said sarcastically.

"You know your friend Macey?" She finally asked.

"My patience's running extremely thin right now." I told her, opening and closing my fists does not help ease the anger I felt.

She shrugged and looked at her nails. Footsteps sounded and she looked up, surprised. "Perfect timing!" She grinned. I saw who was coming towards us. Zach. I wasn't in the mood to see him so I pried her fingers off my body and stalked away. She reached out once more and grabbed my wrist; this time, I twisted my hand around and grabbed a hold of her wrist, pushing her backwards into the wall and keeping her imprisoned with my hands clenching her forearm.

"You do not threaten me and my friends. You do not waltz in here and threaten me! Because I will not hesitate to take you down. I don't give a damn if you think you can beat me. I have people who are more than willing to see you as a threat and, well, let's just say you won't be threatening anybody ever again. Catch my gist? You should, you seem like a smart girl." I growled menacingly.

Zach suddenly rounded the corner and Justine, catching me by surprise, burst into tears. I stumbled back as she pushed me away and ran straight into the arms of her startled fiance. I blinked. What the hell?

"What's wrong?" He cooed, stroking her hair and I was caught up in a swell of nostalgia. He used to do that to me. Back when he was still a visitor at Gallagher. Before that kiss ruined everything. It was one of those rare moments when he would catch me by surprise. Now, seeing the notion played out in front of me, realizing that I've succumbed to his charms, made me feel revolted.

Justine pointed a shaky finger at me and sobbed harder.

Zach glared at me hotly. "What the hell did you do?"

A sliver of anger shot through me at his accusing tone. "Me?" I sneered. "You're accusing me? Are you joking?"

"You're not the one crying now, are you?" He spat, running his free hand up and down the girl's arms soothingly.

"You don't know the whole story." I said, deadly calm. I could handle rejection fairly well but when it comes down to wild conclusions and accusation that were pointed at me, I couldn't handle it. So, it took a lot of efforts to keep my gaze leveled and my voice calm and unemotional.

"I don't need to." He replied sharply. "If you're ever the reason for her tears again, I swear I will–"

"You'll what, Zach?" I cut him off, narrowing my eyes slightly. Was he the one threatening me now? "Hurt me? It's a little too late for that, Goode. Someone beat you to it long ago."

Sadness radiated off his glance and I scowled. I straightened, thrust out my chin and sidestepped around them, heading for the stairs.

"Wait, Zach, can I talk to her for a second?" I vaguely heard Justine said.

"Sure, baby." He responded.

Bile rose in my throat and I pushed it down. My eyes were misty and I blinked a few times, trying to clear away the fog. But, once realizing it was only making it worse, I stopped and settled for a starry-eyed gaze.

Footsteps pounded behind me and suddenly, arms reached out to grip my forearm. I spun around instantly, "What?" I exclaimed, irritated.

"You didn't let me finish." She smirked. Then she leaned down, close to my ears and said, "You know Macey? I'm her illegitimate sister."

I stilled.

"It seemed like Senator McHenry was too proud to admit it to his loving wife." She spat out the word. "You know what that means? I have Gilly Gallagher's blood. I may not have enough training but I know enough to take you down. Like I said, you will help me. Either by your choice or by force." She released my arm, waved and jogged back down the stairs.

I stayed there, gaze fixated on the hall in front of me. Her word swirled around in my head.

…

I found Macey painting her toes in our shared room. Bex and Liz were also there, bent over a big book. Music played softly, filling the silence. Good, they were all here.

I cleared my throat. "We need to talk."

"Hold on. Let me finish my big toe." Macey answered, swiping the brush down her toenail before twisting the cap back on and setting the bottle of magenta paint on the nightstand. "Done! What's up?"

"I ran into Justine today." I began.

"And?" They were immediately interested.

"She told me something."

Macey settled into silence, almost as if she knew what I was about to say.

"Well?" Bex demanded. She was never one to beat around the bushes.

I stared at Macey as I said, "She told me she's Macey illegitimate sister."

Gasps erupted and we all looked at Macey for confirmation.

Finally, she answered, "I know."