Hey hey hey, My cupcakes! (I really want a cupcake at this moment in time..) Here is another chapter (as I'm sure you're aware of..) I hope you like it, and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Wow, that sounded REALLY cheesy!) Anyway, as always ALL reviews are welcome, even if it's to say 'Your writing is actually physically painful. Never write again. Go and become a Llama." I'd rather it be constructive, but hey, whatever you have to say is good. (I'd also rather not become a Llama, nothing against Llamas..)

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Haha.. Just seeing if anyone actually pays attention to that.. I am no one and own nothing. Except the pencil that's next to me, because I bought that. :)

Present time.

I stood there for a couple of seconds, just watching him.

His mother,

My friends had been taken by his mother.

My forehead creased as I wondered how to reply.

Nothing I could say sounded right.

In the end I sighed, and took his hands in mine.

He looked up in surprise, his eyes softening as they reached my own.

"Lead the way Blackthorne boy." I smiled. He gave a half-hearted grin and caressed his thumb over mine.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He started.

Something just fell inside me.

"Zach. Why? Why should you be sorry? Why are you sorry? It's your mother, not you. We'll get them back Zach, we will." I protested, with more optimism than I actually felt.

"I know." He replied, "And if not for them, for you."

It was about three in the morning, and I was extremely tired, my eyelids were drooping but I was determined.

Determined to carry on – put things to right, get my friends back and to make Zach smile.

Really smile, not just a half-hearted grin, his annoying smirk - a saddened smile.

Inside he was broken, he had been broken for too long, and finally just finally he was letting someone in.

Letting me in.

Two weeks(ish) ago.

To say that my experience in the mall was humiliating was an understatement.

A major understatement.

All subconscious thoughts of Zach being hot vanished when he realised who I was… and started making fun of me for it.

Oh, and being stuck in an elevator there was no way out, at least according to Mr Solomon on the coms unit, who 'didn't want me to escape, because people would start asking questions.'

So to recall, I was trapped in an elevator, with a guy who wouldn't stop smirking, who was meant to be tailing me, who initially thought I was called Peaches (damn you Liz!), who I ended up sprawled across.

Yay me.

"Let me get this straight, you 'Peaches' are actually Cameron Morgan."

I scowled.

"I think that has already been noted." I growled.

He raised an eyebrow. "We've got a feisty one here."

I couldn't think of a comeback, so I ignored him.

The other eyebrow shot up.

"Oh come on, you were laid on top of me a minute ago, you could at least talk to me! It's common courtesy!" He joked.

I smiled a little at that, but then quickly turned away.

Mad at him. He made fun of you. Peaches. You're supposed to be mad at him.

Suddenly from down my ear I heard Bex exclaim "You were laid on top of him!? Woah, Liz said he was good looking!"

"Bex!" I shouted "You're not supposed to be listening in to- wait. How did you hear him? You're only supposed to hear me!"

"Mr Mosckowitz and Dr Fibbs," She replied. "A new invention."

I rolled my eyes, partly because I should've known, and partly because Zach was leant on the side of the elevator looking extremely amused through the whole exchange.

"Don't tell me," I hissed at him. "You've got superhuman hearing, and can hear what she's saying to me."

Hey, so I was a little short with the guy, it was stuffy in that lift.

"Nah," he said, looking directly at me. He pointed to himself, smirked and then said "Spy."

As soon as he said this, the elevator began to drop and slowly got to the ground floor.

He smirked (again) as if that had all been his doing.

It probably was.

The doors opened and we walked out of the lift, me steadfastly Ignoring Zach.

Liz, Bex and Macey walked up to me. "Y'alright?" Bex asked eyebrows raised.

We didn't really get much sympathy when things like getting stuck in lifts happened (not that they happened much) because it was a well known fact that when we were older much worse things were going to happen to us.

We also knew, that in all honesty by the age of forty half of us will probably be dead – or severely paranoid. (like professor Smith.)

Not the greatest vision of your future job, but true all the same.

I nodded at Bex, and noticed Mr Solomon near the exit. "Come on." I sighed. "Let's go home."

The next day.

"Cammie," Eva Alvarez called as I was walking to breakfast.

"Cam, Mr Solomon wants to see you."

Oh dear.

"Thanks Eva." I replied.

What had I done this time? I hadn't seen Josh for months. I ha- Oh wait.

We hacked into his files.

Wouldn't he have called Liz for that? He knows I wouldn't have been able to do that on my own accord. I'm good, but that isn't really my area of expertise. I've only ever gotten to the twenty eighth fire wall.

It couldn't be that.

I walked over to the office where Mr Solomon spent most of his time,

(when he wasn't defeating an international terrorist in Africa, with a toothpick and a diversion from the president of South Africa and a waiter. Or teaching CoveOps..)

And knocked at the door. "Come in Miss Morgan."

I walked in and shut the door; Mr Solomon motioned for me to sit down.

He studied me for a few minutes before finally saying.

"So I'm guessing it was Miss Sutton that hacked my files?"

I looked at him sideways, wondering if it was a trick question.

He laughed.

"You really take after your father you know? Scrutinising everything. I'll take that as a yes, but that's not what I've brought you here to talk about."

I nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief for Liz, then tensed up again wondering what I was here for.

"In a few days, ten students from Gallagher Academy are going to exchange."

Ah, this mysterious exchange again..

"You along with nine others will be staying at Blackthorne. Whose students were tailing you yesterday."

Urgh.

The memories of the elevator came back to me.

(* .Smirks...)

"Some of their students will be coming to stay here, whilst you've gone..."

(PleaseZachPleaseZachPleaseZa ch)

"…And I wanted to pre-warn you."

I looked at Mr Solomon, my eyes narrowed.

"Pre-warn me about what?" I asked.

"No Gallagher Academy teachers will be going with you," he replied. "Don't trust anyone." He ended.

"Anyone but Zach..."

So this chapter done my Cherry bakewells, please review and tell me what you think!