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Could you please all make sure to read my Author's Note at the end of this chapter? As it is really important and I really need your help. It is a lot more serious than writers block or anything like that.

Sorry, this chapter isn't very interesting, mostly just bits and pieces about her friendship with Bex/the others. Hope you like it anyway. Next chapter will be heaps better I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gallagher Girls or any of its characters.

"There isn't a single piece of hair on this jacket!" Liz exclaimed, her finger clenched around the soft black material.

I looked around the secret room we had turned into our observation post, the walls were partly covered with sticky notes and drawings of the same smirking face, the floor which we were now sitting on was dirty and cold and I was sure I was going to have a stain on my skirt from sitting for hours up here.

Liz sat in front of her laptop which was perched on one of the overturned boxes. Why aren't you sitting on the boxes? Your probably thinking, well Bex tried and failed, as the box caved inwards (She has the splinters to prove it).

"How can it not have hair on it?" Bex asked slightly confused.

"Well it does, it has one or two of Cammie's but none that belong to Zach." Liz told Bex matter-of-factly.

"His hair is short," Macey pointed out, finally looking up from her magazine, "And he would have been wearing product. Why would there be hair on the jacket?"

Liz looked dumb-struck and Bex swivelled around to face Macey, looking for all the world as if Macey had just sprouted into some sort of genius. Macey rolled her eyes at the two of them and turned to me, "For spies, they don't seem to know much about the outside world."

I was about to retort -to make Macey see that Bex and Liz did know heaps about the outside world, that it was just boys they didn't know- when Macey looked back at Liz. "Isn't there something else on the jacket you could use as a DNA sample?"

Liz stared down at the coat in her arms, the coat that had kept me warm on my dash back to the Academy. "Not that I know of just yet. Maybe a trip to …"

"The Library." Bex, Macey and I all said at once.

Liz huffed "Yes, the Library, you should all spend some more time there, you might learn more."

Bex grinned, "Lizzy, if we all spent more time in the Library you wouldn't have anywhere to go to escape us."

"That's true; you can be really overwhelming at times." Liz started, not realising Bex was kidding.

Bex, Macey and I all shared a grin before we started packing up the equipment and getting ready to go down to dinner. Liz was still rambling on; she had somehow gotten onto the subject of comparing different theories and didn't seem to notice no one was really listening to her.

I tried to sleep, I really did try, but of course trying never helped in times like this.

My heart rate was normal but I could tell that at any instant it would spike, going faster than normal. I always found it odd that I could stay calm in any situation, that my heart rate stayed slow and steady when I blew up a building, yet on nights like this it decided to go faster than average for no apparent reason.

I started to feel hot under my blankets, too hot. It was then that the beating of my heart increased and I started to find it hard to breathe, my breaths of air were even but it felt as though I were taking small fast intakes of breath.

I tried to suck in more air but it only made it worse, I knew I had to stay calm, but this was only the fourth time something like this had happened and I still didn't how to make it stop. I started to feel sick and I grabbed for the water on my nightstand, but no amount of water could make me feel any better.

I struggled to get up and out of bed, knowing that sleep would not come tonight. I finally managed to get out of my tangle of sheets and stumble to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and fumbled around for the switch in the dark. It was while I was washing me face that the door opened behind me and Bex walked in.

"You alright?" She asked, her voice sounding even more British because of her drowsiness.

I nodded but she didn't seem convinced, Bex took in my pale face and slightly shaking body before holding out her arms. I crossed the room and fell into Bex's waiting arms, I rested my head against her shoulder and tried to shake off the nightmare. Bex put an arm around me and ran her hand through my hair.

"I had another panic attack." I told her quietly.

"I know."

"It wasn't too bad though, just couldn't sleep is all."

"You want me to stay up with you?" She asked, full aware that I would not be going back to bed.

I shook my head and went to retrieve a book to read; as I searched quietly through the bookshelf in the semi-darkness I could hear Bex running me a bath. I smiled at the fact that she would always look after me, I thought about the first time I had had an attack; it had been small, like this one, Bex and I had sat in the bathroom on the cold tiles for five hours, just talking, trying to get me to calm down as our two roommates slept soundly in the room behind us.

"Cam?"

"Yeah?" Bex and I were walking towards sub-level two and my mind was elsewhere.

"Why did you keep his jacket?"

I pretended to study my reflection in the elevator mirror. "Whose Jacket?"

"You know exactly whose jacket, or do you have a collection of guys jackets that I don't know about?"

I laughed slightly, and faked innocence. "Bex, you know exactly why I took it, it could be our only lead on who this guy really is."

Bex rolled her eyes and stepped out of the elevator, "Cam, we both know that isn't the real reason you kept it."

"Yes it is! Why else would I?" I started to protest before Bex cut me off.

"Then why haven't you gotten rid of it?"

I stumbled over words "What? Why would I? It's important evidence."

"Lizzy already said that it was of no use, so why isn't it the burn bag?" Bex gave me a knowing look.

"What are you suggesting?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

Bex walked on ahead of me. "I'm suggesting that maybe you don't hate Zach Goode as much as you say." Bex called over her shoulder.

With that, she walked through the door of Mr Solomon's classroom and disappeared from sight. How could she read me so easily? Wait no, I hate that Goode kid, absolutely hate him.

But Bex was my best friend, what if she was right?

"Alright Ladies, pair up," Joe Solomon leaned against the side of his desk and surveyed the class as we all found our partners, "you have all been given an extra credit assignment, and you will be doing it in pairs."

Tina Walters' hand went straight up into the air. "Sir, what sort of assignment is it? Is it a paper that we have to hand in or is it something more practical?"

Mr Solomon seemed oblivious to the flirtatious note on the word 'Practical.'

"You will all be doing a field opps, I will give each pair a folder full of the details about your target and the date of the operation. It is up to you and your partner to make a plan, good luck ladies."

Bex's eyes lit up and an excited grin spread across her face. She opened up the folder we had been given and we both scanned the information inside. "Our target is a train that is importing illegal drugs? I thought we would get something more interesting, you got to go to a ball." She sounded rather disappointed.

"Bex, a train means we get to jump out of a moving vehicle like in the movies." I pointed out.

"Oh yeah, that would be bloody brilliant." Bex was a sucker for action movies.

"We should have three bombs; we can place them here, here and here." I said; pointing to the blueprints we had been given.

"We will have to use a detonator, using a timer would be too dangerous for us; what if we didn't get off the train in time?" Bex's playful manner faded away and she went all business like.

We both stared down at the information we had been given about the driver. The piece of paper told us that he was an escaped prisoner; he had been put away for murdering four people. This field opps wouldn't be like the others, we wouldn't be evacuating the train before it exploded.

Bex and I looked at each other; we had never killed someone before.

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Also I need your help:

One of my best friends has been really down lately, she is really sad and it makes me sad to see her like this. I am trying to help her get better in every way I can and I was hoping you all might help. I am going to make a list of things for her to do that might make her feel better and I was wondering if you could maybe review and tell me some things that make you happy when you're upset.

My friend and I have already planned a sleepover with this best friend and we are going to watch comedies and eat Ben Jerry's Ice cream. We are going to do some girl stuff too like painting our nails and putting on face masks as our friend needs some girl time.

Please help, I need her to know she isn't alone in this. It would mean so much to me if you could all help. Anything small here are some of mine as examples; I listen to Ed Sheeran songs, I read Finnikin of the Rock because I have already read it 12 times and the pages are worn and yellow, I eat chocolates if I have them, I watch St Tinian's/Harry Potter/Dr Who, I read the reviews you all send me as they are happy and make me feel wonderful.

I would love it for your help,

Matisse xoxo.