"Zach.."

"Mmm?"

"We have school today."

"Shit."

Cammie's POV

"Well, it's too late to go now, because it's already 2 in the afternoon." Bex laughed.

Whoops.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you," Zach said.

"What? Forgot what?" Cammie looked at him.

"One of my friends from Blackthorne is coming here soon...is that okay?"

"Sure. What's his name?"

"Tristan."

"Kay. But why does he have to come here?"

Zach exchanged a look with Grant and Jonas.

"Extra protection." Jonas said.

There was a stunned, tense silence between us.

"You're planning to take me back, aren't you? But you know that six people against me wouldn't be enough, so you called another Blackthorne Boy, who's probably ten hundred feet tall and extremely muscled to back you up?" I glared at them. Judging by the guilty expressions on Liz and Jonas's face, I caught them. Zach's phone rang.

"Hello? ...Oh. What do you want. Oh. I'll be there. Bye."

"What was that 'bout?" Grant asked.

"I found out where the next Circle of Cavan meeting will be at," Zach smirked.

"Really? Where?" My heartbeat quickened. This was our chance to get some more clues about what the Circle wanted with me - and if my dad was dead or not.

"Apparently it's another dance. I never even knew my mother liked that type of stuff..." Zach kept on mumbling to himself, but I didn't listen. My eyes were on Macey and Bex. Their eyes lit up like Christmas trees the moment Zach said, 'dance'.

"If it's a dance...we'll need to wear dresses." Bex mused, a smirk plastered on her lips.

"And if we need to wear dresses...then we need to go shopping." Macey added.

"And if we need to go shopping...then Cammie's coming with us." Bex and Macey looked at each other, similar evil grins on their faces. Then they whipped around to me. Everyone else had left the room, probably in the kitchen eating.

They each lunged for one of my legs, dragging my out the door. I hung on to the bed post and screamed.

"Zach!"

He ran out of the kitchen, worried.

"God, Cammie. I thought you were in trouble!"

"I am in trouble! Don't just stand there, help me!" I screeched, still holding onto the bed post. Macey and Bex pulled harder.

"CAMMIE.."

"LET...GO!"

Zach chuckled and sat right next to my head, watching with an amused expression on his face.
"You're...not going to..help?" I was panting, holding on for dear life.

He shook his head. I glared at him.

"Bastard," I muttered.

I continued screaming in a high-pitched voice, with Macey and Bex pulling so hard that my body was lifted off the ground. Then we heard someone clear his throat.

Our heads whipped around...and there was Tristan. Bex and Macey dropped my feet, surprised at the tall boy standing in the doorway, confused expression on his face.

"Tristan, I couldn't be happier to see you!" I ran over and hugged him. Then I went to hide. He looked totally startled. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was taller than Jonas but shorter than Zach and Grant. He was hot – perfect for Macey! I hid in the abnormally large vents. Seriously. If someone opened it, I would probably fall right out.

"Where'd she go?"

There was a chorus of I don't know's and beats me's.

Then I heard Zach's voice.

"She's in the vents." I groaned. How the heck did he know? Someone opened the vent. But, being the spy I am, I landed on my feet.

"Thanks a lot, Zach!" I hissed. "If we go to the mall, you're carrying the bags!"

Zach frowned at this.

"So we're going?" Macey asked, hope creeping into her words.

"No." I said coldly.

I crossed my arms and glared at everyone. They glared right back. Well, Bex and Macey did. Zach smirked, Liz giggled, and Grant and Jonas rolled their eyes and smiled.

"Guys," Lizzie said. "Try to be a little normal for the new member to our team."

Right. I looked to where he was standing. He had an amused smile on his face.

"Hey. Nice to meet you." He said.

A chorus of "Nice to meet you too's" rang out.

"Oh. Everyone needs to change." Of course it was Macey who said this.

I grumbled as a set of clothes was thrust into my arms.

"NO one come in! I'm changing in the kitchen," I hollered. I shut the door and changed. I had on black skinny jeans, high-heeled black gladiator sandals, a magenta V-neck tank top with three layers of ruffles right under the V at my neck, and a long black cardigan. I walked out and Zach hugged me. He had changed into a tight grey T-shirt and blue jeans. He kissed the top of my head. "You look pretty." he said.

I laughed. "So do you, Mr. Suck-up. You're still carrying the bags, though."

"So we're going?" Bex's voice rang out from the bathroom.

"No!" I groaned.

Macey grabbed me and curled my hair lightly, and added mascara, eyeliner, and black eyeshadow on my eyes. Then a light pink gloss and finally, I was done. I walked out, and saw Tristan sitting on the bed, all alone. He was fiddling with his hands a bit awkwardly.

"Hey." I sat next to him, smiling sweetly.

"Hey. I never did get all your names?"

"Oh my god! Sorry! We're a little hyper this morning...so. I'm Cammie." I pointed at myself.

Tristan smiled. "I know. Zach talks about you non-stop when you're not with him."

I laughed. "Really?"

"Yea. He really loves you, you know."

"I know." I smiled softly, looking into the kitchen where he was sitting.

Bex walked out. "That's Bex. That's Macey. That's Liz." He nodded and smiled.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Suddenly, Zach walked in and grabbed a set of car keys.

I blinked. Where did those come from?

"Come on, Cam. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise."