A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Before anyone asks, yes, Abby Cameron is still Cammie's aunt in this story, but Cammie doesn't know yet. Let me know if you're still liking rebellious Cammie! Do you want her to be less rebellious, more rebellious, please let me know!
Previously:
I might have even gone far enough to say that I would have actually rather been at the Gallagher Academy rather than traipsing through fields with hyperthermia. The shivering was worse now. There was not one dry part of my body, my hair was stuck to my face, the wind kept forcing me to stagger backwards and the cold was biting through my skin. It finally dawned on me… I couldn't walk any further. I sank down onto the ground. I finally realised how helpless the situation was. I was possibly about a mile away from the school and no one knew where I was. I was an idiot.
()()()()
"Shit! Cammie wake up!"
"Go away…" I murmured.
Someone continued to talk to me but I wasn't listening. Sleep. I wanted to sleep. I didn't open my eyes until I felt someone… pulling my clothes off.
"Get off me!" I shrieked suddenly. I felt them leap away from me. I forced my eyes open and saw Zach.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled as I saw my soaking wet jumper in his hands.
"I'm helping you!" He protested indignantly. "I was just taking your wet jumper off of you so I can put my coat over you"
"What? What are you talking about?" I murmured.
"Well, it is one in the morning and you are laying in soaking wet clothes in the middle of a field… trying to run away if I'm not mistaken?"
Everything from yesterday suddenly came flooding back to me. "Well done for noticing" I grumbled as I sat up, my aching arms protesting holding my weight.
"Just stay still for a moment, I want to check you're not hurt" He said.
"I'm fine" I reassured him. Zach began feeling along my arm, probably checking for broken bones, but for me it felt all wrong, it stirred the memory inside me that I would never allow to be remembered again.
"Just get off of me" I yelled as I stumbled up onto my feet. "Don't touch me!"
Zach looked at me in shock, and then annoyance. He probably thought I was just being difficult.
"Fine… if you're sure you're okay"
"I'm fine!" I nodded my head vigorously.
"Do you want some help walking back? You're frozen"
"No… just… just leave it… I'm fine" I shook off his offer and he merely shrugged. He lugged my bags back while I trailed along behind him.
"Are you going to tell my mom?" I asked glumly.
Zach glanced back at me. I probably looked terrible. "No, I think you've learnt your lesson"
I blushed and glared at him feeling humiliated beyond belief.
"And how did you know where I was?" I asked suddenly.
It was Zach's turn to look guilty. "I saw you going into the passageway and I followed you… I would have stopped you earlier but I knew you had to get it out of your system, I didn't realise how cold you were and you were soaked through to the skin"
"How come I didn't hear you?" I asked in astonishment.
Zach raised his eyes sceptically. "Spy"
The word sent shivers down my spine.
As soon as we were back in the castle I expected it to be empty, after all it was one in the morning, so I was shocked to walk past classrooms with girls still in there leaning over books and reciting things in tons of different languages. I caught sight of myself in one of the stein glass windows and cringed. I looked terrible.
"Well, my rooms back down the other way, I guess I'll see you later" he passed me my dripping wet bags and began to walk away.
"Wait… Zach!" I called out after him, but paused. Had I actually almost said thank you to Zach?
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing"
()()()()
The girls acted exactly the way I'd expected. They laughed at me.
"What happened to you?" Macey asked as if she didn't know.
I stormed straight past her and into the bathroom dying for a hot shower. I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and stepped under the shower. I screamed. Where the hell was the hot water?!
I heard giggling coming from the room.
"They shut off the hot water at twelve" Macey called to me from the bedroom. I groaned. What kind of school was this?!
()()()()
I felt like I'd only just woken up when a bell sounded loudly. I ignored it.
"Cammie, it's lesson time" I heard Liz say.
"Go away" I muttered.
"Shall we?" I heard Macey say.
"Let's do it" Bex giggled.
Just as I'd thought they'd finally decided to just let me sleep someone had jumped on my bed.
"What are you…?" I began to say, but I was stopped mid-sentence by a bucket of water being poured over my head.
"What the hell!" I screamed as I leapt up. I was livid. The first thing that caught my eye was Macey hysterically laughing at me.
"You bitch!" I screamed as I ran towards her. I grabbed a fist full of her long hair and began pulling it. She shrieked indignantly and grabbed my arm, pinning me to the wall, but I didn't give up. The screaming and yelling must have been loud enough for the whole school to hear but we didn't stop throwing insults at each other and kicking and punching despite Liz frantically trying to prise us off each other.
"Wow… that's hot!"
We both froze as we heard someone speaking from the door. The boy who I recognised as Grant was gaping at us from the doorway. Me and Macey both leapt up.
"Well make the most of it, because that's all you're getting" Macey thrust her hair about in a flirty way. I smirked at her pathetic attempts at flirting, although I had to admit Grant was practically drooling now.
"I don't think we were done actually" I said as I tried to grab at Macey's hair again, but before I knew what was happening Macey had me pinned down on the floor.
"Don't mess with me Cammie" She sneered at me. I gaped at her in shock.
"I'm going back to sleep" I stated as I stalked back over to my bed. I tore off the soaking wet bed sheets and grabbed Macey's quilt from her bed. She glared at me but didn't say anything as I climbed back into bed and pulled the sheets back over my head.
"Cammie if you don't come now you'll miss breakfast" I heard Liz say.
"Just leave her" Bex muttered. "Mr Solomon can deal with it"
"Yeah, let Mr Solomon deal with the brat princess" Macey spat in disgust. "Come on Grant, let's go"
I sighed in relief as everyone left the room and I was finally left in peace. Just as I felt myself drifting off to sleep I was rudely awakened. Again.
"Did you not hear the bell Cammie?"
I ignored Mr Solomon, but he just stripped back the covers from me. I shivered in the cold air.
"Doesn't this place have heating?" I grumbled as I sat up on the bed.
"No" Mr Solomon said bluntly. "And if you don't get up now then you'll regret it"
"So bite me" I retorted rudely as I grabbed the covers back and curled up into a ball.
"Fine, have it your way" He said. I could hardly believe my ears… was he leaving me to sleep?! I snuggled back down under the covers and shut my eyes.
"Shit! Ouch!" I yelled out suddenly, leaping up. "What the hell did you do?!"
"I told you if you didn't get up you'd regret it. All the beds are fitted with electric currents to give the person in them an electric shock, just encase someone isn't cooperating. Although, I must say, you're the first and only person we've ever had to use it on"
"I'm pretty sure that's illegal!" I moaned.
"Not in this school" Mr Solomon smirked. "I'll give you ten minutes to get ready and then you'll be going to your first lesson"
"No breakfast?" I asked.
"Nope, breakfast is over" Mr Solomon grinned. "You missed the chef's famous jam on toast. Shame. Maybe next time you'll decide to get up in time for breakfast"
I got dressed slowly, expecting Mr Solomon to be angry as I walked out of the door, but he was merely waiting patiently in the corridor.
"Won't you be late to teach your class?" I asked puzzled.
"Yes, you can apologise to them on the way to your lesson"
"No way" I sneered.
Mr Solomon rolled his eyes.
()()()()
We walked down endless corridors until Mr Solomon finally stopped outside a classroom. I totally expected it to be in utter chaos, from what I remembered of my old school if a teacher didn't turn up we'd just talk the whole lesson, but I was utterly shocked at the class that awaited Mr Solomon. Ten girls were sat perfectly silent studying their books.
"Girls, sorry I'm late" They all looked up. "But I'm afraid we had a rather stubborn student who decided she would rather sleep than learn"
The girls all gaped at me, some of them even gasping in shock as if this were the worst thing they'd ever heard of.
"Is there anything you'd like to say Cammie?" Mr Solomon asked.
I glanced at my fingernails as if I were bored of the situation. "No… not really"
Mr Solomon looked at me as if he were ashamed of me. "Fine, get to class, your class is next-door"
"Whatever" I sighed as I stalked to the next room.
Everyone stared at me as I flounced in, the woman who was teaching stopped speaking.
"Is there a reason why you're late?" She asked.
"I was sleeping?" I said as if it were obvious. I spotted the empty seat and sauntered over to it.
"Your seats over here" The woman pointed to a seat at the front of the room, right next to her.
"No thanks, I'd rather sit here" I said as I sat down on the stool.
"No, you will sit here!" She shouted making the whole class jump.
"No thanks" I repeated again.
The woman glared at me but didn't bother to try to order me around again. One point to me.
"Now, as I was saying, can anyone tell me how to say 'It Wasn't me' in French?"
Every hand except mine shot into the air.
"Cammie?"
"I didn't have my hand up" I pointed out.
"Well, do you know the answer?"
"Obviously not, as I didn't have my hand up" I said sarcastically.
"Fine, Bex, do you know the answer?"
"Yes Miss Cameron" she answered immediately. I felt myself blush. The woman smirked at me. It was just my luck that Cameron was not only my first name but this horrible woman's last name, what a terrible coincidence.
"Cammie, this next question's easy, I'd appreciate if you could at least have a go at answering it"
I raised my eyebrows sceptically.
"I just want you to count to ten in French" Miss Cameron instructed.
All the girls sniggered. I blushed. Was this woman trying to make my time at this horrible place even worse? Of course I knew how to count to bloody ten in French, and she knew it too, she was just trying to embarrass me and it had worked. This place was better than I thought.
"This is stupid" I kicked at the table.
"And why's that Cammie?" The woman asked.
"What's the point in this? I'm never going to catch up with these freaks" The girls all glared at me.
"You won't if you don't concentrate" the woman sighed.
"I won't even if I do concentrate" I moaned.
"With that attitude you won't even be up to the standards of the junior class by the end of the year" she scolded. I shivered. A whole year of this… it was almost too hideous to think about.
"Well 'Miss Cameron' I'm sorry but I don't think this class is for me". I stood up and put my bag over my shoulder.
"And where do you think you're going?" She asked.
"Anywhere but here" I said as I marched out.
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