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Previously:

"Please don't leave me" I croaked.

Zach stared intently at me for a while until he finally lay back down on the bed beside me. Zach pulled the covers over us and we curled up together. Grant and Jonas must have come back in the room at some point but I never saw or heard them enter. Zach must have left some time in the night to take Dillon to the hospital, but I never saw or heard him leave. For once I was sleeping, actually sleeping, and for once I didn't have nightmares about Dillon, I dreamt about Zach.

()()()()

"Shut up Jonas!"

"Well I'm just saying…"

"Just leave them to sleep!"

Everything that had happened last night hit me like a slap to the face as I felt Zach's arms around me; his snoring was gentle in my ear.

"What time is it?" I muttered stretching out on the bed.

I looked up at Grant and Jonas through my blurry eyes.

"Well… It's… 1.45pm…"

"We slept for over twelve hours?" I asked incredulously. The boys nodded and then we all turned to stare at Zach. His arms were still wrapped around me; his gentle snoring seemed to make me feel calm. I didn't want to wake him.

I undid his arms from around me and got out of bed, my uniform was crumpled up beyond repair and I tried in vain to straighten it out.

"Busy night?" Grant winked at me, and I immediately knew what he was implying.

I froze and tried to keep calm as I replied "Oh yeah, real busy, so busy I fell asleep in yesterday's clothes"

Grant raised his eyebrows. "So there's no particular reason you fell asleep in our room? In Zach's bed?!"

I immediately racked my brain for excuses.

"Cammie was hurt" We all turned to stare at Zach who'd sat up in bed and was yawning.

I felt up to my head where my fingers brushed over the cut on my temple. I winced. Grant's eyes stared at the cut for a while before he asked "What happened?"

"Fell" me and Zach said at exactly the same time.

"So… Cammie fell… you took her to our room to clean her head up and then… slept with her?!" Jonas' squeaky voice asked.

"Urm…" Zach looked at me for a moment. "Yeah… I guess"

"Well, it's been nice speaking to you, but I guess I better get back to my room…" I started.

"Yeah, Macey, Liz and Bex are going frantic; they think you've run away… in fact they might have gone to speak to your mom about it…"

I didn't wait for Grant to finish before I ran straight out the door towards my mom's office. I glanced around the door and saw the girls all sat worriedly facing my mom as she paced back and forth around the room.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Absolutely sure?"

"Yes" Squeaked Liz. "She never came back to the room last night…"

"Something going on?" I asked as I strutted into the room.

The girls all did a double take, my mom just sighed.

"Cammie, do you have any idea how worried I've been?!"

"Why would you be worried?" I asked sarcastically. "I was only gone for a night, you dumped me in a boarding school for five years, and you weren't worried then"

My mom collapsed weakly onto a nearby seat and Macey, Liz and Bex all stared at me with their mouths hanging open.

"Where were you last night?" My mom asked. But I could already see the assumptions running through her head as she eyed my ruffled up uniform, yesterday's makeup and my wild hair.

"Did you leave the castle?" she asked urgently.

"No" I said truthfully. Then a thought came into my head. If my mom was allowed to think I was just sleeping around with random guys then why shouldn't I have a bit of fun.

"It was one of the guys" I smirked as my mom's face paled. "In the year above… nice guy… experienced…"

My mom's fist slammed down onto the table. "Cammie, I don't care what you did at your old school, but here we don't tolerate…"

"Don't tolerate what?" I asked sceptically.

"Sleeping around with boys" my mom replied tight lipped.

I glanced at my nails to show I was bored of the situation. "What are you going to do about it? Kick me out?"

I felt a pang of guilt as my mom's eyes filled with tears… but she deserved it. If she hadn't of jumped to the assumption that I was a slut then I wouldn't have lied. She couldn't suddenly pretend to care after all this time.

"I have to punish you… and also about letting the sleeping gas out in Mr Solomon's class. It was a reckless thing to do…"

"Wait, Ms Morgan" Bex pushed her way into the conversation. "Now that I think about it… Cammie might have actually been in our room last night"

"Yeah" Liz pushed in timidly. "I think I might have seen her come into our room at one in the morning… maybe after doing some CoveOps revision"

"Oh yeah" Macey said. "Now that I think about it… I might have too"

I shot the girls a small smile, a symbol of thanks, but did they really think that was going to work?

My mom stared at me for a moment. "Well…" she started to say. "If you really think you were mistaken about Cammie not returning to her room last night then… I guess I have no reason to punish her"

I looked at my mom incredulously, and just as I was about to thank her, she shook her head, as if she just wanted to leave it, as if my life was nothing to do with her.

"But I will have to punish you for the sleeping gas incident… how about you help Abby… I mean, Miss Cameron… with her paperwork, Wednesday night"

I sighed. I hated that woman; she totally had it in for me. "Fine" I rolled my eyes.

"And Cammie… are you still okay to have dinner with me tonight?"

A lump settled in my throat. "Fine" I said as if it were no big deal. "I guess I could fit it in"

"Good… now, go have some… fun… or something… I think Mr Solomon has another mission planned for tomorrow"

We all nodded. As soon as there was a little distance between us and my mom's office I turned to the girls. "Thank you" I whispered.

"No problem…" Macey replied. "What are friends for?"

I felt the lump in my throat rise again. Friends. The word was almost foreign to me.

"Whatever you did do last night… It doesn't matter…"

"But, I didn't… sleep… with anyone, not like that" I laughed slightly at the look on their faces. "I was with… Zach, but I didn't want to get him into trouble… we didn't… do anything"

The girls all relaxed slightly. "Well, I have to say, I approve of you choosing Zach" Macey grinned and gave me a sharp elbow in the ribs… which wouldn't have hurt at all if I hadn't been punched there the day before. I doubled over in pain gasping for breath.

"Oh my gosh Cammie, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise I elbowed you that hard!" Macey exclaimed guiltily.

"You didn't" I replied through gritted teeth. "I just… hurt myself a little in P&E"

They all nodded understandingly and started chattering on about how brutal our new moves we were learning in P&E were.

()()()()

"Would you like more carrots?" my mom asked as she piled food onto my plate.

"No thanks" I replied as I looked with disgust at the burnt and almost inedible food in front of me.

My mom took a seat opposite me and dug hungrily into her meal while I merely pushed the food thoughtfully around my plate. A few minutes passed in awkward silence.

"How are your lessons going?" My mom asked formally.

I thought back to the few lessons I'd actually turned up to… in all honesty they hadn't been that bad. I was sure I'd be able to catch up with the class if I concentrated a little more… but I didn't want to be a spy. So there was no point.

"Lessons are… okay" I replied. There were a few more minutes of awkward silence.

"You know, not all our girls here go onto be spies, there are other jobs that you can do when you leave here" My mom seemed like she was speaking tactfully as if she were aiming to get the longest answer out of me as possible.

I shrugged.

"Do you… know… what you want to do when you leave school?" My mom asked. I slammed my knife and fork down onto the table.

"You shouldn't even have to ask that question!" I yelled. "You're my mom, you should know! You know nothing about me!"

"I'm trying" my mom pleaded. "Please, just sit back down and… talk to me"

"About what mom?!" I replied coldly. "About how my life at that boarding school was hell, about how you and dad dumped me in that crappy place without so much as a note?! Do you know how that made me feel?!"

"I did it to protect you!" My mom screamed back. "A life as a spy isn't something I wanted for you… the danger… the…"

"The what?!" I yelled helplessly. "The fact I'd be with you? You couldn't bear to have me near you could you? I was a good kid when I was younger, I followed you and dad around like a puppy, I loved you both, but now… now…"

"Now, you don't love me, I know" Tears fell onto my mom's plate. "But I'd have rather you didn't love me than have you put in the danger you're in now. A life as a spy isn't fun and games Cammie, when I put you in that boarding school I wanted you to have a normal life, a life free from danger and interruptions, it broke my heart when you got kicked out, I tried to find another school but nowhere would take you so I had to bring you here… a place where danger is around every corner…"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "You're so dramatic!" I yelled. "No wonder dad left you!"

"You just don't get it do you Cammie?" My mom's voice shook with anger and sadness. "Your dad didn't leave us because he didn't love us, he didn't leave us for someone else, your dad left to find a better life for you, and he was the best spy in the CIA…"

"But he never came back did he?!" I sobbed. "He never bothered to come back and you know why that is? Because he found a new life!"

"No" my mom shook her head. "No"

"Yes!" I yelled. "You need to get over the fact he's left you for someone else"

My mom shook her head; hate boiled in her eyes as she looked at me and said "How dare you speak about your dad like that, the man who left to give you a better life, to help you live in peace, to defeat the people that were trying to kill you… he never came back because…"

"Because what?!" I screamed.

"He's dead" My mom whispered weakly, as if saying it would make it true.

"You're lying" I replied quickly. "You're a liar!"

I looked into her eyes, the lesson we'd had with Mr Solomon instantly came back to about how to tell when someone was lying. I looked to see if her eye was twitching. It wasn't. I listened to see if her breathing had increased. It hadn't.

"My dad's dead…" I whispered before the ground came up to meet me and blackness engulfed me.

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