HEYYYY GUYS! ok, so i know that i am cutting it close- i told some people that i want to get this up by Saturday. It is Saturday right now for me; but it's like 11 o'clock soo... idk when ur gonna read this but- yeah, I technically had this up Saturday! :P so u can't be mad! :)

anyway, this chapter is longer and i hope you like it- i really wanted to leave you guys at cliff hangers in a lot of spots, but you ducks are really lucky because I am in a really good mood right now! haha lucky ducks! lol- no more sugar for me today! :) mostly cause today's almost over... :)

so, i can't put a AN the bottom because my dad wants me to go to bed, but i might update tomorrow! MIGHT! don't be mad if it's not up! :O

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GALLGHER GIRLS!

Chapter Three-

Grand Entrance

After sneaking in through a secret passageway I found in the far back entrance of the Academy, I slinked through the hallways gracefully, successfully dodging the students as they made their way to and from classes.

It wasn't hard to find the headmaster's office- it was labeled dramatically and placed right by the front doors (which meant that I had to sneak my way through the whole school- one that held some of the best spies ever known).

When I did find it, I snuck in through yet another secret passageway- this one left me right behind the desk where Headmaster Collins was sitting, scolding a student, who was sitting in one of the large leather seats facing the desk.

Rolling my eyes as I heard him talking about how "stealing young ladies' undergarments is simply not allowed".

Boys- they never change, no matter what country you're in…

Shaking my head, I waited until the boy was gone, then I crept out of my hiding place and stood directly behind Mr. Collins.

"Kids these days, huh?"

He jumped and swiveled to look at me, a knife drawn and pointed at my neck in record time.

Blinking when he recognized me, he hesitantly lowered his weapon, but I could see his knuckles turning white from his strong grip on it.

"Cameron Morgan- what brings you here?" he asked, his voice slightly husky. Mr. Jacob Collins, age 35, had always thought I was attractive and was very bad at hiding it.

I met him when I was in seventh grade- he was just a little older than me, but I was sure he took more of a preference to my mother and Aunt Abby at the time. But when I visited him again when I was in ninth grade (he was 21 then), I guess I was more appealing… Gross.

Anyway, I guess the six year difference between our age did nothing to deter his attraction towards me.

I smiled at him, glancing only slightly as his knife- he wasn't going to stab me; he didn't have the guts.

"Well, it seems I am having some… troubles and I was wondering if I could possibly stay here for a little- I'll even help out with Cove Ops or something," I said, using my sugary-sweet voice.

He gulped rather loudly and placed him knife back in his pants (ok, ew!) and looked at me for a little… or rather, checked me out some more.

"Alright- but you're gonna have to get some clothes cause I don't think the girls will be liking too much competition," he said, winking at me as I turned back towards the passageway.

"Thanks- I'll find my own room," I said, ducking back into the little hole that I barely even fit in (I doubted he fit in there at all).

Jogging back through the school, I quickly made it back to the room that I used to stay in whenever I would visit here.

The room was the same- it seemed Jacob still had it cleaned daily, as if he was awaiting my coming here and was eager to have me back. It was modern-style, with a walk in closet as big as the room and a bathroom that was probably about the same size as well.

It was based on green and white color-scheme and I couldn't help the pang in my chest when I thought about how I had made it green, like Zach's eyes. Closing my eyes angrily, I banished my thoughts of him and walked into the bathroom and started a bubble bath going- I really needed to relax.

And get clean.

Lowering myself into the bathtub, I let my eyes close and gently soothed myself with the warm familiarity of the lotion-infused bath flowers that scattered across the water. Luckily for me, the bathroom wasn't green, so for once I was able to forget about Zach.

After I was done in the bath, only stepping out because the water was getting cold and I was getting wrinkly, I wrapped myself in a fluffy bathrobe and padded lightly into my bedroom.

My mind was foggy with the need to go to sleep, my muscles ached with ever move I made from the constant running and fighting that day, and overall I just wanted to go to bed.

Lazily, I moved into my closet and pulled on a pair of extra short-shorts and an oversized t-shirt Jacob had kept there since I had last been here- kind of creepy, but I appreciated it for now.

Dropping onto my bed, I quickly fell asleep to the comfort of my sheets and my favorite color.

When I woke up, I was feeling relaxed and calm- a first in weeks, heck, maybe even months.

After yawning and stretching, I looked at the clock and noticed it was five o'clock in the morning.

Sniffing, I made my way into the bathroom to check to make sure that I didn't look too terribly bad.

Looking into the mirror, I blinked sleepily.

Without anything to really do, I flopped back onto my bed and turned the TV on as well as the lights- might as well try to stay awake.

I watched a movie until about seven o'clock; then I deemed it late enough for me to get dressed and ready to present myself to the Tilliam Academy.

After examining my closet, I realized that the only clothes I had were from high school- nothing for teaching or anything. I was then reminded of my Aunt Abby, who helped teach at my school.

She never dressed like a teacher- why should I?

Shrugging, I pulled on some old skinny jeans (now super-skinny jeans) and a red tank top. Pairing it with a leather jacket and some black heeled-and-dangerous ankle boots, I decided that it would have to do.

Walking into the bathroom again, I straightened my hair completely and was done. No makeup- no need, really, so what was the point. My face was flawless now, so why would I try to put some crap n my face that would only work at making me either look desperate or stupid.

Hearing the sounds of girls getting up and heading to breakfast jolted me out of thinking about makeup; I can't believe that got me distracted… Wow.

After making sure that they were all gone and it was easily about 15 to 30 minutes into breakfast, I finally stepped out of my room and headed for the Great Hall for my Grand Entrance.

I heard Jacob announcing that they could begin eating, but before he could finish his sentence, I decided to waltz in the doors.

Whispers broke out and I looked around the room to see about 400 male and female faces staring right at me.

I put on a mask and made my way down the main pathway to the podium that Jacob was standing at. I could hear the whispers:

"Who is she?" "She's hot." "What's she doing here?" "I love her top!" The last outburst seemed to quiet the whole hall as a girl practically screamed it.

When she saw everyone staring at her, she blushed scarlet and mumbled something about: "nobody understanding fashion…"

I smiled and stood in front of Jacob.

"Hey, Jakey," I said, winking at him.

He gulped loudly. Again.

Then he pointed me to a seat at the staff table.

"Boys and girls, if I could get your attention please!" his voice bellowed through the hall, which had started to buzz with the whispers of the students once again.

It was immediately silent as everyone stared expectantly at Jacob.

"As you can see, we are having a guest here; her name is Cameron Morgan," more whispers broke out, but were silenced again as he whistled. "Thank you. As I was saying, Cameron will be working with the Cove Ops and Fighting courses. Have a nice day- you may eat now."

When he was done talking, the Hall burst with people talking. Everyone looked excited. I guess I was a legend wherever I go. Oh well.

Jacob sat beside me and smiled. "Your legs look really good in those jeans."