A/N: sooooooo…. Here is the next chapter! Review! And this chapter is really short… and pointless… so yep. Its really just a filler chapter that I wrote in 5 minutes so it will probably suck! But ill update soon!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the plot. Ally Carter does!

Cammie's POV

"sis?" I managed to croak out.

"yeah, you know… sis as in…sister…" he said slowly, as if I was asking the meaning for sis.

"yeah grant, im not an idiot. I know that sis is short for sister! But why did you call me that?" I asked.

"ok… so while you were asleep I got this weird note from the COC. And it said that they knew about my little secret. And that they were coming after me, to…." He said.

"what little secret?" I asked.

"yeah, I didn't know either so I showed mom the note and then she explained everything. How I was adopted and that you were my sister." He explained.

"what! I think my own mom would tell me If I had a twin brother!" I yelled.

"I guess not because she didn't." he mumbled.

"so your really my brother… Grant… Morgan." I said, staring at him.

"yep." He said.

then we hugged for a long time… "this will be awkward. You know, with me dating your best friend and you dating my best friend." I said while laughing.

"yeah. We'll make it work." He said smiling.

"So does everyone else already know?" I asked.

"only zach." He answered.

"oh, ok." I said. "grant? Can you go get the nurse?" I asked him.

"sure!" he answered while getting up. Before he left he said "see you later."

"yep see you later!" I said.

just then the nurse walked in and looked at me. "what do you need?" she asked sweetly.

"umm… can I… you know… walk?" I asked.

"yeah, you just need to use crutches. You can leave whenever your ready, but you cant participate in any classes." She explained.

"ok thanks." I said. I sat up and flung my legs over the edge of the bed. Then I grabbed the crutches leaning on the night stand, and got up. I was really sore. I made my way over to the door. I had used crutches before, so they weren't new to me. I walked out of the infirmary and into the empty hallway. I limped over to the elevator and got in. It went up to the third floor, where my room was. Everyone was at dinner, probably. So when I got to my room I just layed on my bed. I noticed that everything on me was healed, except for a broken ankle. I don't even remember being hit that hard. But to be honest, I don't remember much at all.