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~Edit 1/29/12~

Hey ya'll, I'm revising everything, and taking out extra POV'S because I don't really like them in this story. I'm maturing this story and trying to make it sound less like a second grader wrote it…

My mouth was dry, my lips were chapped. There was something lodged in my throat as I fled down the corridors faster than anyone thought possible. My eyes were dry, which wasn't surprising. After getting over Zach, I was just extremely pissed. My hand flew out and hit the wall of my dorm room, making a large hole. I sunk onto my bed just to shoot up at the sound of the door banging open. My best friends stepped into the room.

Liz's face was worried, and she sat softly beside me, barely making a dent in the surface of the bed. Bex was leaning against the wall in an extremely Bex-like manner. Her face was mostly impassive, but her eyes watched my every movement, letting me know she cared. Macey was throwing clothes left and right, saying she wanted me to look 'undeniably hot.' That was her way of concern. Chloe, who I have not know for that long, but was like my Aunt Abby in a lot of ways, was watching everything with a small smile on her face.

I gently pushed Macey out of the way, grabbing black combat boots, purple hair clip-on's, ripped and frayed dark washed jeans, and a black band t-shirt from a Paramore concert I went to on a mission once.

It was time for Bad-ass Cam to make her début.

Cammie's POV

Chloe drove the van, the same small smile on her face as in our rooms. She was quiet except her small hands tapping on the steering wheel. When she finally spoke, the girls paid attention like no other time before.

"Blackthorne; A school for rich thugs that somehow pass for spies." She said, and I snorted along with the rest of the juniors. "Why don't we take down these rich daddy's boys with some class girls?" Her New York accent added to the statement.

"Their mission is to get to the fountain unharmed and tail-free. Our mission is to make sure they don't" Bex supplied with a glint in her eye. I took a deep breath, hoping my girls didn't fail me.

When we stepped out of the vehicle, everyone went from different directions, including the teachers. Roseville looked different, obviously prospering from the new spending plan of the government. The chipped white gazebo had been repainted, covered in flowers and all around looking extremely romantic. The water fountain was in the heart of the square, gigantic, the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool with jets of water criss-crossing every which way. The old pharmacy where Josh, my old ex-boyfriend, had been turned into a high end Prada store. I had heard a while back he was moving from Macey, who ventured into town more often than I did.

I spotted a few boys looking a little out of place with high end haircuts and seemingly new civilian clothes. They were talking quietly. I knew I had found some Blackthorne boys.

If this was three years ago, I would have hissed into my coms unit and hear the familiar voice of my godfather saying Good Job.

But my time is over at this school, I was now the one saying good job to people, watching from a distance. I almost laughed at the irony.

"Black hair, blue eyes, jeans and a button up medium sized polo shirt." Sara stated, and with her pack of friends, followed the group of boys that were weaving in and out of pedestrian traffic.

Macey dragged me into a Gucci store, throwing stuff at me and shoving me in a dressing room. To most we must have looked like a couple of rich, rebellious college students racking up daddy's credit card, which was fine with me, as long as they stayed away.

The night passed quickly, no Gallagher girls getting caught. Me, Bex, Macey, and Chloe made our way over to the fountain to watch Blackthorne's headmaster get a little surprise. The headmaster, from the back, looked our age, with wavy brown hair that was long enough to mess up when he ran his calloused hand through it. He had a strong build with broad shoulders. He turned towards us, half his face covered by shadows. I studied him more.

His face had a little stubble on it, considering it was around 7:30PM that was reasonable. His outfit was completely Macey-approved. He had a black leather jacket covering a white t-shirt and dark wash jeans that didn't sag too much, which use to be one fashion trend Macey hated. I watched him closer until he turned to face us completely.

It was Zach.

He studied me in the same way until he came to the same realization I had. He gave me a full-blown smirk and winked at me. Macey and Bex gripped my arm while Chloe went and talked to him.

"Hello Miss. Chloe. I am Mr. Goode, the temporary CovOps teacher at Blackthorne." He introduced himself in a deeper voice than I remember, never cracking once. I glared holes into his damn perfect face, never slipping composure once. Chloe opened her mouth to say something before the boys started appearing. I scanned the area for my girls, seeing all hidden in the shadows. Zach shook his head in disappointment.

"Boys," He started in that damn perfect voice. "What was your mission?" The boys answered confusedly. "Are you tail free?" By then the smart ones had the sense to whirl around, searching.

Everyone stepped in full view, smirking, laughing, taunting.

"Boys, these are the ladies of Gallagher Academy." Zach said. "There CovOps teacher, Miss. Chloe, and their headmistress Miss. Morgan." We gave a little wave, and the boys stared even more dumfounded.

"I am extremely disappointed in you. Now back into the van. I have a feeling we'll be seeing the, very soon." He herded the boys into the van and headed off. Unfortunately they would be driving right back here tomorrow.

Fuck. My. Life.

Sucky, I think but it's all I can think of, and thanks Percebethfanlover for the PM, I loved your idea, but I couldn't incorporate it in this story, so I did this.

Oh and Zach left Cammie for a reason that will be revealed later.

Please review or PM me if you want this story to go a certain way and have an idea or something….

Bye! I have loads of homework that is due in the morning, and it's 9 something….

Wish me luck…. I'm going to need it.

Edit 1/29/12-

Hope that was better, tell me wacha think