Hello! This is the other half of 'It's a Goode life'! Hmm.. I wonder if you can guess who wrote what? Anyway, this is chapter two (Obviously) and we hope you enjoy it. Any reviews are welcome - even if its to tell us that my writing burns your eyes, I should never write again and I should just go sit in a corner eating bananas for the rest of my life. I'd rather the Criticism be constructive, but if that's all you've got to say then hey!

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Cammie's P.O.V

When this happens, I find the best approach is to… Play it cool and not let on to the wall of smirkingness that you think he's hot.

Neither of which I did.

"Woah. You're hot."

As soon as the words tumbled out of my lips I gasped, and threw my hands over my mouth.

He smirked again.

"So I've been told."

Ah, hot and cocky... Never a good combination.

"I erm... Bex! Bex is that you?" I hollered, looking over his shoulder to the girls toilets where Bex most definitely wasn't.

(She'd given up with tailing Grant and had started flirting with him instead…)

"Got to go Z-uh... Whoever you are."

I can't believe I nearly called him by his name!

Suspicious much?

He let out another smirk (does this guy ever stop?) and as I power walked over to the loo called

"See ya Cammie.. Gallagher girl."

I think I already dislike this guy.

Three hours later.

Pacing up and down our room I silently seethed about Zach Goode.

Who does he think he is?

If he was being tailed how did he know my name?

Why did he smirk so much?

And the most important of all, why was he so hot?

"That's it!" Bex suddenly burst out – making me jump.

"What the hell is wrong with you Cammie? She asked.

I quickly tapped my fingers against my leg, subconsciously spelling out Goode in Morse code

"Ah," she laughed.

"Zach got your tongue?"

I scowled.

She rolled her eyes. "Cam, seriously, he was just a guy who smirked too much."

I exploded.

"Urgh! Bex! You weren't there! He was.. He was…"

"Hot?" She finished.

"No!" I shouted.

"Well yes, but! Oh Bex, he was so smug, and he knew my name! How did he know my name?"

Bex narrowed her eyes. "Wasn't he being tailed by you?" She asked.

"Exactly." I finished.

A look suddenly came upon Bex's face; a look which I knew to mean trouble.

"Whatever it is, no." I said.

A smirk appeared on her face, emulating Zach's. "Bex, seriously, no."

She just grinned and leant towards me. "Just listen."

One hour later.

"Why the hell do I ever listen to you?" I hissed at Bex, who seemed to find the position that we were stuck in particularly amusing.

I (against my better judgment) listened to what Bex had to say and I don't know why, (I guess the smirks got too much for me) agreed with her plan.

We had a free period, it was usually chemistry, but someone had blown up the lab,

(– I had a sneaking suspicion that it was Liz.)

So Bex suggested looking into Mr Solomon's files to find out something about this mysterious Zach Goode.

Skip forward an hour, we're now sat under Mr Solomon's desk whilst he sits looking at something on his computer.

Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello?" Mr Solomon said.

"Ah! Steve."

He acknowledged the person on the end of the phone with a nod that of course he couldn't see.

"Yes, I have picked the final ten for exchange." He replied after a couple of seconds.

"Cammie? Yes Cameron is in the exchange, why do you ask?" he inquired.

Exchange? What exchange?

"Cameron was tailing Zach, no, it didn't go fantastically." He carried on.

"Zach's been asking about her? That's unusual. She must have potential then. Obviously I knew that – I have mentioned her several times when teaching at Blackthorne."

I stopped listening here, they were obviously having a conversation about me, and although I was all up for hacking into Mr Solomon's secret files, I just felt uncomfortable listening into his phone conversations.

Strange, I know, but hey what can I say, I have unusual morals.

Anyway, what the heck is Blackthorne?

Mr Solomon put the phone down and walked out the room. Waiting a few seconds, me and Bex quickly came out from under the table.

Glancing at the clock, I noted that we had fifteen minutes to get to Culture and Assimilation.

"Woah, we're having an exchange! With guys! "Bex clapped her hands together and then sighed.

I could tell she was thinking of Grant. I rolled my eyes.

"Bex, let's get out of here." I muttered.

She nodded; we started to walk towards the door when we suddenly heard swift footsteps making their way up the corridor.

Mr Solomon was coming back.

"Quick!" Bex urged. We darted back under the desk, and I hit my elbow whilst doing so.

Let me tell you, there is absolutely nothing funny about hitting your funny bone.

Clutching my elbow, I used a technique I had learnt in CoveOps,

(Ironically, one that Mr Solomon had taught me…)

To slow my breathing down. This would also quieten it, and lessen the chances of being discovered.

I heard a click and then a loud buzz, which sounded like someone inserting a disk in a computer; and suddenly the sound of Peter Andre, filled the room.

Me and Bex looked at each other, confused.

Carefully, so as not to make any noise, I stretched my arm out, so I later wouldn't get cramp, when Mr Solomon's voice began to sing.

"Woah, oh, oh, oh, Mysterious girl, I wanna get close to you.."

I looked over to where Bex was huddled, and saw she was trying to stifle laughter.

Mr Solomon was a Peter Andre fan.

Wow, who knew?