Guess what, my awesome readers? It's the ball time of the story! :D I'm gonna try and add some humor in this one. You know…we never did find out how the boys got there tuxes. ;)

Oh and I'm going to add a little side of Zach you haven't seen…his romantic/cheesy side :)

Enjoy.

I groaned. This tux was way too tight.

"God, Jonas," I breathed in or more like tried to breath in. "What size did you get me?"

"Uhh…" Jonas came out wearing a baggy tux. "I think you got the wrong tux, Zach."

I turned to the mirror…and grimaced. I looked like a monkey and my face looked like a tomato. Grant came out wearing a perfect size tux, looked at me and then Jonas and promptly burst out laughing. I slapped his head and me and Jonas went into the bathroom to change tuxes.

I could breathe again.

It was now time to go to the ball. We were getting covers and such. After all, it was an exam but I planned to have some fun all the same. These girls worked hard on this 'prom/ball' thing. After Madam Dabney's sentence, I don't think a sentence in Gallagher Academy didn't contain the words ball, bobbypin, gown, dress, and such words like that coming from the girls mouth. It got annoying after awhile.

We left our dorm and made our way to the Grand Stairs. I saw girls everywhere. Actually, I think some of my fellow Blackthorne Boys were hyperventilating there were so many girls. Before, they were just girls in uniforms. Now, they were all bursting with personality.

My eyes searched the crowd of teachers, girls, and boys until they landed on one girl in a strapless red dress. Grant and Jonas disappeared somewhere and I slowly made my way to stand behind Cammie.

"Well," I said. She turned and saw me staring at her, looking her up and down. I don't think she noticed her blush. I leaned against the railing and crossed my arms over my chest. "You don't look hideous."

Gorgeous. Amazing. Beautiful.

Cammie glanced around, a bit frustrated then answered me. "Ditto."

That was all she could say? I thought I looked handsome, if not sexy.

Still, she made me laugh and smile, which was a first since I always smirked. When I finally stopped laughing, I noticed her face looked a bit flushed so I took her elbow in the formal way and said, "Easy, Gallagher Girl."

Before I could drag her to the dance floor (my only excuse to hold her close), she pulled away.

"I am perfectly capable of walking down the stairs by myself."

Stubborn and sassy as always.

I opened my mouth but Madame Dabney had passed us when Cammie said that and she scolded Cammie, "A lady always gracefully accepts a gentleman's arm when offered, Cammie dear."

Cammie flexed her jaw, accepted my arm and we carefully walked down the stairs. She was tense the whole time we walked down. I smiled at her. She frowned at me.

"Stop it."

I faultered. "What?"

"You're enjoying this way too much. You're smirking," she narrowed her eyes.

You have got to be kidding me? Is this girl always suspicious? I got a little irritated and…maybe snapped at her as we reached the foyer.

"I got news for you, Gallagher Girl, if you're not enjoying this, you're in the wrong business."

She stared at me. I saw emotions flicker in her eyes like the turning pages of a book but before she could say anything (you know, like, maybe apologize), Mr. Solomon came up to us with a stack of papers.

"Hello, ladies and gentleman. You all look very nice, but I'm afraid you aren't quite finished getting ready," he said.

And just like that, Gallagher Girl's attention was snatched away from me.

"I'm afraid we didn't mention that tonight is something of a masquerade ball," he told us.

Leave it to Mr. Solomon to freak out every girl here with one sentence.

A girl in the back screamed a little and some gasps were heard.

"But we haven't got masks or…disguises or—" one girl say to Solomon.

"These are your disguises, Ms. Bauer," he said and began handing us folders as he talked. "Cover legends, ladies and gentlemen. You have three minutes to memorize every piece of information within them. Even if you are not on the CoverOps track, Ms. Sutton. Spies are the ultimate actors, ladies and gentleman. It's the heart of what we do. So tonight your mission is simple: you will become somebody else."

Everyone was silent. None of saw this coming, yet we should have all expected it.

"It's an exam, people. Culture, languages, observation…The real tests in those subjects don't have anything to do with words on a piece of paper. Tonight isn't about knowing the answers, ladies and gentleman. It's about living them.

Inside my folder was a drivers license, social security, and some more ID's.

When I looked up (not yet reading my name), I noticed Cammie had already handed back her folder and was walking way…after a minute. Dang. She is just too good.

Don't tell her I said that.

So, if she wanted to play like that, I guess I would. I went in and enjoyed dancing with a lot of people. A lot. With the exception of a few that my legend was not compatible with. Liz was quite fun to dance with. She told me everything about her legend, which I don't think was necessarily a good thing but, you know, whatever. I danced with the First Lady of France (A.K.A. Headmistress Morgan and Cammie's Mom). I danced with a princess of a small European country. I danced with the Head of the Department of State. I danced with the daughter of a governor in California.

All the while, I paid attention, not missing a single detail. Good thing, too. Mr. Solomon was quizzing us the whole time.

He looked at me. "The security guards in here all have something in common with their ties. What would that common factor be?"

"The color blue," I said breezily as I let Ms. Renee (Captain of the SS Arizona) twirl away. He smiled and walked away.

I saw Cammie a few times—even found out her cover. Tiffany St. James. For some reason, the name bothered me. I could only see Cammie as Gallagher Girl or Cammie. Not Tiffany or Ms. James. But from what I heard about her, she was doing well, completing her tasks like they were nothing.

Then, while I was dancing with a random girl, I spotted Cammie talking to Mr. Mosckowitz. I smirked. Time to have some fun.

I abruptly stopped dancing with the girl in the middle of the song. She glanced at me worriedly and I politely said I had to use the bathroom. I walked off before she said anything. I grabbed two glasses off the food table and made my way over to them.

"So tell me, Tiffany, are you enjoying the party?" I heard Mr. Mosckowitz say as I approach her from behind.

"Tiffany is the life of the party," I said, joining in on the conversation.

And it was true, in a way. Cammie (or Tiffany, as she was known at the party) has been dancing and socializing. I swear to you if the girl wasn't a spy, she'd be a wedding or party planner. She also looked beautiful in her red strapless dress and heels so that made her ten times more approachable.

"Excuse me, Mr. Secretary," I said, holding out a glass to him. "but I believe this is your drink."

It wasn't but hopefully he'll play along.

"Oh yes. It is!" he said, twirling his fake mustache with one finger. He leaned and whispered to Cammie. "It is my drink, isn't it?"

"Yes," she whispered back.

"Thank you, my good man," Mr. Mosckowitz said to me, suddenly becoming British. "Good show! I saw you dancing earlier. Wonderful, just wonderful! Isn't that right, Tiffany?"

'Tiffany' had been staring across the dance floor at her mother, who I could tell was worried but her face was moved out of my vision, so I couldn't tell what she was worried about. I think that killed me as much as Cammie but I'll figure it out later.

When Mr. Mosckowitz had said Cammie's cover name, she had snapped her head to look at him. I could tell she hadn't heard a word he had said. Not good, Cammie, not good, I thought. So I covered for her.

"I wonder, Mr. Secretary," I said to him. "would you mind if I borrowed Tiffany for a moment?"

"Not at all!" Mr. Mosckowitz grinned and moved on to test the next student. I looked at Cammie. She had this look on her face. You know, the 'I-wish-I-was-anywhere-but-here' look.

"They're playing our song," I said smoothly and pulled her onto the dance floor, hoping she didn't object.

I heard all kinds of things around me. Like the fact that some girls in the corner were gossiping about a few Blackthorne boys, or the fact that Solomon is now talking to Tina Walters. I saw a lot of things. But I blocked it out. For Cammie.

"So, tell me," I said, bringing Cammie closer to me and starting to twirl her around. "Tiffany St. James, what does a girl like you do for fun?"

Instead of answering my question, she snapped quietly, "I didn't tell you my name was Tiffany St. James. How did you know?"

Sassy, smart, beautiful and observant.

I played it off because if I told her I had been listening in on every conversation involving her I would sound like a stalker and I, personally, don't think that would go over well with Cammie.

"Oh," I tilted my head. "I always make it a point to know the names of"- I pulled her tight against me- "beautiful women."

Then I dipped her and almost laughed out loud at the alarmed look she now had on her face. So I winked. I pulled her back up and spun her.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl, relax a little," I said because I could tell she wasn't enjoying this one bit.

I saw a look of horror cross Cammie's face as we danced so I stopped dancing, thinking something horrible wrong was going on.

"Hey," I shook her slightly because she was as still as a statue. What was wrong? "Gallagher Girl? You okay?"

Her horror striken face remained.

Aha. Yeah, we'll finish up the Ball scene next chapter. I bet you all know what's going on in Cammie's mind… ;)

HappyEaster! May you stuff yourself with chocolate bunnies. Lol.

~SnixX321