AN: So..I'm not dead. I'm going to skip all of the excuses about school and homework so that you can get started on this chapter right away. Thank you so much for sticking with this story. Love you all!

Disclaimer: You Gallagher girls (and possibly Blackthorne boys) are smart enough to know who owns what.

Chapter 9: Homicidal Roommates

Cammie POV

I plopped on my bed, exhausted. Tina had attacked me the moment Zach had sat down and she hadn't stopped quizzing me until I pretended I had a stomachache and ran to my room.

"That's it. We've let you lay there for half an hour. You need to tell us how you feel about Zach." I hadn't even heard the girls come in. What was wrong with me?

"I don't wanna," I buried my head deeper into the pillows, "I'm tired. Can't I just go to sleep?"

"Bex, could you get me the supplies?" I could practically see Macey's grin. Bex went into the bathroom and came out forty three seconds later. She dumped a armful of what had to be beauty supplies on the bed. I willed myself not to look at them. Be strong, Cammie. Be strong.

"Now," Bex purred, brandishing a hair curler, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way..."

Rachel POV

I was drinking a cup of coffee-admittedly the only thing I can "cook" without burning it or starting a fire- when the screaming started. I ran out into the hall towards the source of the commotion, eventually taking my heels off because while they are very useful for hiding weapons, they will not help a woman run at top speed across a marble floor. When I arrived at the room, I saw about fifteen girls crowded around the door. Cammie's room. My throat went dry.

"Move ladies," they immediately shuffled out if the way. Why would they stand out here instead of helping Cammie? They were all perfectly capable of kicking down the door. Was she being held hostage? I put my ear against the wood.

"Tell us!" That was Bex.

There was silence and then yelling and cussing. Where in the world did Cammie learn those words? Certainly not from me...oh. I was going to have a little talk with Zachary Goode.

"Cammie. Why are you making this so hard on yourself? All you have to do is tell us how you feel about Zach and Liz will put the eyeliner down," the senator's daughter said calmly. It kept shocking me how different her public face was from her actual personality. But we're spies. Having covers is what we do.

Now I had a little dilemma on my hands. As a headmistress, my duty would be to barge in, tell the girls to stop, take Cammie to the infirmary, and issue punishment. But as Cammie's mother, I wasn't so sure. She needed to vent eventually and I trusted Bex, Liz, and Macey not to permanently damage her. With my mind made up, I rummaged in the pocket of my coat (the secret one behind my neck of course) and took out a penny. I bent down, slid it under the door, and quickly stood up and walked away. After I had planted the bug, I walked into the East Wing where Zach and Grant were staying. I raised my hand to knock on the door when Zach said, "Who is it?" I smiled.

"This is Mrs. Morgan," He was at the door in three seconds.

"Hello Mrs. Morgan. What can I do for you?" He said politely. Yep. It was official, I liked him a lot more than Josh.

"We have a little situation,"

"What's wrong? Is Cammie okay? Is it the Circle? Is Cammie okay?" I smiled at his obvious concern for my daughter.

"Nothing is wrong Zach. Cammie is fine," he must have seen through my lie because he started gripping the doorframe, so tightly it started to splinter, "well, okay. She could be better. Just...come with me. I have something to show you,"

Zach POV

The worst thing in the world for a spy is not knowing what will happen next. Throw us in a bunker full of arms dealers with guns. If we know they're there, we will be able to prepare, both physically and mentally. We can create covers, back-up plans, and escape routes. An unprepared spy is as good as dead. So it was no wonder my stomach was fluttering as I walked to Mrs. Morgan's office. Zach Goode nervous? If the girl you loved was potentially in danger from your own mother, you would be jittery too.

When she opened the door, my eyes bugged out. Even though Blackthorne wasn't really a military school, neatness and punctuality were expected of all of the students. So our rooms always looked like they belonged in a hospital.

But Mrs. Morgan's office was even worse. The desk and plaque looked like they were professionally polished every day. There wasn't a stray piece of paper anywhere. Everything was so perfect it looked unnatural. Even the sunflowers in the corner looked to fresh and straight to be real.

Mrs. Morgan walked over to the vase and ran her hand along it's inner rim. There was a click and the milky white porcelain of the vase flickered. A few seconds later an image from a video feed appeared. I whistled in appreciation. Cammie was lying on a bed facedown. She was surrounded by three girls, who were all holding beauty supplies for some reason. Their backs were facing me, but I guessed they were Macey, Bex, and Liz.

"Tell us Cammie." Bex growled.

"No!" My girl mumbled into the covers.

"Liz, hand me the eyeliner." I'm just going to say that after about two more minutes of watching the feed, I vowed I would never step into the makeup section of Macey's again. I was halfway to the door to save Cammie from her homicidal roommates when Mrs. Morgan said, "Don't go yet."

Was she insane? Even my mom wouldn't watch me get tortured. "I can't believe you." I snarled.

"Bex and Liz would never really hurt Cammie. You know they would give up their lives for her."

"I used to think my mom was good too. So I'm sorry if I have a trust problem." Mrs. Morgan just looked at me sadly. I turned away, not wanting her pity.

"Fine! I'll tell you how I feel about Zach!" I froze, and hesitantly looked at the vase again.

"Okay. Question one... Liz are you typing this down?" The petite blond quickly retrieved her purple Mac.

"Ready." She and Jonas would make a cute couple.

"All right. Question one: on a scale of one ten, how hot is Zachary..."

"Joseph," Liz piped up. How the heck did she find my middle name? I wasn't listed in any databases that I knew of.

"Zachary Joseph Goode is?" Cammie stared at The senators daughter.

"Out of all the questions you could ask me, that's the one you choose?" I was thinking the same thing, but that didn't mean I wasn't curious. Macey ignored her and just brandished her curling iron again. "fwntfn," Cammie muttered.

"What was that?"

"Fifteen! Happy?" I sure was. I think I failed to hide a satisfied smirk because Mrs. Morgan rolled her eyes at me.

The girls grinned. "Question two: do you like him?"

"He's my best friend," Cammie replied in a duh tone, "no offense Bex." The British girl smiled and shrugged.

"You know what I mean Morgan." Macey growled. Wow, was this really America's golden daughter.

"I'm afraid I don't McHenry. Could you tell me?" Cammie shot back. That's my girl, full of spunk.

"I think she's asking if you.. like like Zach," Liz added unhelpfully. Poor innocent Liz.

"I don't know!" Cammie groaned. "He's just so annoying and cocky and...ugh!" That's because I'm so Goode, I thought to myself. "Besides, it's not like Bex doesn't like Grant."

"Don't change the subject!" Bex yelled blushing. Haha looks like Grant is getting his Christmas list checked off this year.

"She's right, don't change the subject," Bex grinned. Macey looked at Bex pointedly, "but we will talk about Bex later."Bex shivered and Cammie shot her a triumphant smirk...hey that was my smirk! Her face suddenly fell.

"Besides, it's not like anything will happen between us," she said sadly. Did she want something to happen between us?

"Are you kidding! He's crazy about you!" Was I that obvious? Cammie shook her head. I gritted my teeth.

"Even if is, which he isn't I don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet. We all know how well it went with..Josh." The girls all dropped their weapons and hugged Cammie. So she had replaced me. I silently turned and left.

"Zach!" I faintly heard Mrs. Morgan call. I kept walking. I had heard enough.

AN: So there it is! One of the longest chapters I've ever written! I know the writing itself wasn't that good. I had already typed it up on my iPad but I accidentally erased the whole thing and had to write it again. I tried my best to make it this chapter as good as the original. Anyways, please review if you have suggestions (I have no idea what will happen in the next chapter), questions, if you're bored..you get the idea :) Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. I try to respond to every single one, but I'm sorry if I missed you. I would also love it if in your review you included where you're from-either your country or state-if you are comfortable. I just thought that might be interesting.

Until next time, (whenever that may be)

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