Sorry for the long, long, long wait. I've been distracted. :) I've just had a spur of inspiration and decided to write this. For those who hated Justine's two-face personality can relax because her true colors finally shows! And just in time right?

Anyways, please read and review and I'll try to upload another chapter as soon as I can! :]

Thank you so much for your support and patience. It means the world to me.

~ Christina.

P.S.: No proofread! :D I was too lazy to.

Chapter Ten: Revelation

I didn't want to wake up. Honestly, I wanted to sleep forever but that seemed impossible with Liz, Bex, and Macey tickling the bottom of my feet every few seconds I refuse to get up. We were having breakfast with Grant, Jonas, Jason, and the married-couple-to-be. If I ever find out who's idea it was, I'm gonna sock them. Plus, I'm dreading this because it's rumored that Justine has something to announce and Lord knows that I dislike anything that comes from that lying, manipulative bitch's mouth.

I made a face and tried to ignore the itching sensation that spread from my feet to my midriff. I jerked my leg, hoping to land a kick on one of my friends but the room remained silent and I scowled. Finally, when the tickling was getting on my last nerve, I kicked off the blanket and sat up, my hair in cowlicks. "I'm up!" I yelled, glaring at my friends.

"Good." Bex replied, moving away from the edge of my bed towards the door. "They're down already. Waiting. For the past ten minutes."

I stared at her, unblinking. "What's your point?"

"Just get ready and we'll go down together." Macey interrupted. "God knows I'm stalling."

"You and me both." I mumbled, grabbing yesterday's outfit off the floor and set off to the bathroom.

"Wait – you're wearing that? But you wore that yesterday!" Macey chided, shaking her head. I caught the phrase no fashion sense whatsoever coming from her mouth and my eyes narrowed. The boy I fell in love is getting married to a psychotic bitch who claims that my father is alive and she's using that fact to bribe me into giving her Blackthorne's Crest, which is somewhere so remote that even Zach and the others doesn't know its location, which in turn will give her Gallagher's Alumni. Fashion choices are the less of my problems at the moment.

"Mace, I don't really care." I told her, yawning.

"Go shower and I'll find you something to wear." She gave me a little push towards the bathroom and I shrugged. I stripped and stepped into the cool glass shower stall. I turned the facet and the water rained down on me, changing temperature until it settled on something warm and soothing. I washed my hair and lathered my body, rinsing it twice before wrapping a towel around my torso and semi-dried my hair with a much smaller towel.

True to her words, one of the outfits I hadn't bothered to unpack was strewn haphazardly across my bed. But, at least they had the decency to make my bed. I could hear their voices out in the hall but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I let the towel drop and blew out a breath. I slipped on the sundress and the cardigan Macey picked out, put on the white flats and some bangles before heading back into the bathroom to blow dry my hair.

"Put it down." Macey instructed, coming into the bathroom, standing behind me and gathered my hair in her hand, inspecting, observing until she shook her head and let the strands fall back. It curled around my shoulders and fell against my bare back. The dress Macey picked out was open back sundress, floral designed and was low-cut. I could strangle her for choosing something this provocative but I had no energy to argue. Even with nine hours of sleep, I was still tired, cranky and slightly irritated. That was why I didn't stop her when she divided my hair into two portion; the top and the bottom. She then twisted two strands, leaving a few curling tendrils that framed my face, and pinned it at the back of my head. Then, she added a floral clip and sprayed some hair spray. "What do you think?" She asked.

"It's nice." I answered distractedly.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Let's go."

…

This was beyond ridiculous. I was fuming as I stormed out of the dining hall after that glorified attempt to make nice. And forcing me into this position was low, even for her. I knew she hated me as much as I hated her. The hatred was mutual.

...

After we were all seated, me in between Bex and Liz, the cooks brought out platter of fruits, cheese, toasts, orange juice, pancakes, and bacon. Macey was flirting with Jason but I could tell she was distracted. So was he. Their eyes kept sliding over to Zach and Justine, they were disgustingly sharing not-so subtle kisses. I avoided both of them the minute I descended the staircase. And they avoided me in return.

The wretched action happened after our plates had been cleared. We were sitting at the table, chattering amongst one another. It was Saturday and, because of Justine's request, breakfasts for the students was served in their dorm rooms. So, we had the dining hall to ourselves.

I was arguing with Grant about his crazy obsession with Black Ops and he kept denying the fact that it shouldn't even be consider an obsession. He called it a 'great stress reliever' to which I disagreed. Because there was something soothing about hacking off heads and killing people. Note the sarcasm.

However, our argument was cut short when Justine stood up, glass of champagne (I had no idea where she got it from) in hand, smiling brightly. But when she met my eyes, her smile dimmed slightly, not enough for people to notice. But I noticed. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?"

I rolled my eyes, balling my napkin and digging my nails into its lopsided surface. Stop with the formalities, I scoffed under my breath.

"Cammie, I want to ask you something." Her eyes glittered excitedly as she met my eyes above the sea of heads. "I know we got off to a rough start and I would really like to amend." She glanced down at Zach, who gave her a loving smile and a nod. God, I wanted to puke. She continued, "So, would you do the honors of being my Maid of Honor?" She finished with a squeal.

Everyone stared at me. My friends' disbelieving gazes told me she caught them by surprise. Yeah, me too. I had no idea what to say. If I say yes then I would have to spend countless hours with the bitch, picking out dresses, flowers, invitations design, the whole gist and I did not want that. Now, if I say no then everyone would think I was the bitch and that would give Zach another reason to harass me. Not that I cared what Zach does. I bit my lips, torn.

Liz kicked me under the table and nodded.

Bite me. I thought bitterly as I stood, plastered a fake smile on my face and answered, "I would love to."

I saw her eyes widened slightly before she composed herself and ran out of her seat to give me a hug. Which, I returned with massive reluctant. She returned to her seat and grab hold of Zach's hand. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." I said forcibly.

She gave another squeal and kissed Zach, giggling.

Oh God. "Excuse me." I said, standing up and giving everyone in my field of vision a pained smile before walking out the door. I pulled open the door to the lawn and slipped out. From outside, I could see through the dining hall's window. I deliberately ignored it, walking pass it to the little grove a few feet to the right. There, in the center, in front of the stone fountain was a bench. I sat down, staring up at the sky. This was the only place with an amazing view that Blackthorne had to offer. I found it a few days back and reveled in its beauty. A school, brooding and dark, like Blackthorne should be completely deprived of any natural beauty but this proved me wrong.

I sat there for an hour, not saying anything, just breathing in the scent of jasmine and oranges. When footfalls sounded behind me, I didn't turn, figuring that if it's one of my friends, they'd leave me alone, knowing that I needed some time to myself.

"Pretty clever, huh?" Justine said. I could feel her grin in her words.

"What do you want?" I snapped, my good mood evaporating.

"Stop pouting. It's seriously unattractive. Besides, you're my Maid of Honor! That should give you 24/7 access to me so that you can dig up my motives." She laughed shrilly.

"Is that your plan?" I asked her, finally swiveling around to look at her.

"Everyone has an ulterior motive." She rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm giving you one last chance. Give me the Crest and I'll take you to your father, who is alive."

I stood, "I'm not helping you."

"Why do you care if this school is destroyed? Why do you care if Gallagher is destroyed?" She asked me. "Gallagher was hell for you. Blackthorne only reminded you of Zach. Why. Do. You. Care?"

"Because I do!" I exploded, turning to her. "Gallagher was the turning point of my life. You know why? Because I met Zach. Even if it did blow up in my face later! I care. I still do! And I won't let you destroy the two important part of my life. Okay?" I wiped the back of my hand across my face shakily. "You can forget me helping you because I won't do it."

She smirked. "Fine. But know that it's your choice." She stood and made her way back to the main entrance. "Gallagher and Blackthorne is gonna go down in smokes and flames and there's nothing you can do about it." I watched her disappear until I turned to my left.

Zach Goode emerged from the shaded area of the trees, where he was watching our exchange. His face was stoic and hard though when his eyes sought out mine, his features softened.

"Now you know. Your fiancee is a lying, cold-hearted, manipulative bitch and you didn't believe me." I walked away from me, my words floating behind me, reaching his ears. "Now you know." I whispered.