I am no Ally Carter.

Cammie.

The Gallagher Academy for exceptional young women is a boarding school. Unlike most boarding schools, Gallagher is a spy school, and I, Cammie Morgan, attend that school. Last time, in my sophomore year, the Gallagher Academy and the Blackthorne Institute for boys merged together in an exchange program. In this program, I met Zach Goode; a boy who was mysterious yet funny and still annoyed the crap out of me. Either way, I was attracted to him. A lot. I don't know what it is but there's this aura around him that makes me feel that way.

Anyway, back to the exchange program. In my sophomore year, the Blackthorne Boys came to Gallagher. Now that I'm in my Junior year, 15 Gallagher Girls from grades 9-12 will be going to Blackthorne and attend classes like they've done at our school. I, along with my three best friends, Bex, Liz, and Macey were the four juniors chosen.

"What if Zach doesn't like me anymore?" I asked my friends while I packed the 'good clothes' in my wardrobe. "What if he found someone else?" I asked again, in mock horror at the realisation that had just hit me. I was overreacting and I knew it. A girl had to be sure, though. Macey, Bex and Liz just rolled their eyes at me.

"Look Cammie, don't worry." Macey reassured me. "There's something about you that worries too much. You'll get premature wrinkles or something." I rolled my eyes at this. "Zach's crazy about you. I can tell by the way he looks at you."

"Yeah, totally." Bex said in her thick, British accent. "Besides, who else could he fall for? He can't date anyone but spies and I'm pretty sure he hasn't met a spy he likes this soon. He cares enough to kiss you." Bex grinned and waggled her eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes and turned toward Liz for another opinion. "Ok, fine. Look Cammie, if you really think Zach doesn't like you anymore, then why would he have spent all that time trying to catch your attention?" she asked.

"I don't know, but he wouldn't have ignored me for two weeks!" I burst. This totally wasn't me. I guess having a guy in your life isn't the best thing in the world. Zach just tampers with my mind. I wish I hadn't met him or Josh.

Josh. I hadn't thought of him in ages. He was so sweet and caring; he even bought toys for my non-existent cat Suzie. It was sad knowing that we couldn't possibly be together. But it was kind of funny watching him run a forklift through the wall and knocking Mr. Solomon out. The thought still bring tears of laughter to Bex's eyes.

Suddenly the loudspeaker blared. "Will Cammie Morgan, Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton and Macey McHenry please report to the headmistress' office immediately?" With that, the loudspeaker turned off. Bex, Liz, Macey and I shot curious looks at each other. Bex gave me a 'do you know what's happening?' look, but I just shrugged, clueless as ever.

Ah, the joy of being the Headmistress' daughter. When we got there, we knocked on the door and opened it. Inside stood my mother, Solomon, Zach, Grant and Jonas.

"Excellent." someone said from behind the door. Dr. Steve. He apparently still uses the word excellent often. According to me, I think that excellence at Blackthorne Institute is probably graded in a very different scale than at Gallagher.

What are they doing here? "What's happening?" I asked, glancing around. Zach was smirking, Grant was grinning and Jonas looked…pained.

"About the exchange trip, you girls will be going there first with these boys through the jet provided by the CIA." My mother said, looking uncomfortable. "And since the attacks are getting closer to our school, I thought it would be best to transport everyone to Blackthorne." My mother explained. "And since you guys are so close and such, we've… decided that you seven can share a dorm room together." My jaw dropped to the floor. "Along with that, there's going to be an extra boy. His name is Rick Riker." I looked around and saw my friends' faces. They were identical to mine.

"Umm… not to burst your bubble or anything mum, but do we have to?" I said, recovering. I looked at Bex who looked like she was about to throw something and Liz who looked like she was about to throw up. Macey looked disinterested. The guys looked like they had just won the lottery.

"Yes." My mom said in a 'that's final' sort of tone. "You will be sharing a dorm and you better behave. This is the first time anything like this has ever happened and you will make Blackthorne and Gallagher History as the first co-ed dorm room. It would be an honour."

Then I saw Macey's face dawn on something. "Rick Riker? Now way am I sharing a room him." She yelled. I'm surprised Solomon was still silent.

"What, did he cheat on you or something?" Zach asked with honest curiosity. Macey shot him a dirty look.

"That's none of your business, Goode."

"Mom!" I whined, attempting to change the subject. "Why us?" I asked. "Isn't there a free room or something?" My mother just shook her head.

"It's either share the room with the boys or sleep on the floor in the hallway." My mom said.

"I'll take the floor…" I said slowly. Dr. Steve was grinning.

"You'll be in a very precarious position, Ms. Morgan. I doubt it'd be comfortable sleeping on the cold floor every night. In a boys' school, no less. My suggestions would be for you to take your mother up on the offer." Dr. Steve said.

"Yeah, and if you want to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, don't come pounding on our door." Zach said. I glared at him. "What? I'm just stating the obvious."

"How long will this be for?" I sighed. Sharing a room with four guys probably wasn't going to end well. Especially in terms of wardrobe space.

"Who knows?" My mother said. "A couple of weeks, months, even years." I tried to process the information in my head. Possibly years with those boys? Nope, not going to happen. I may be speaking in extremities here, but one of us was going to cop it if I had to spend that long with them.

"You girls better go pack everything you have because we might not be able to come back here again." Solomon said. "And boys, go with them. Meet me in the foyer in 20."

I didn't complain when we got out of the office. But when Zach came up to me and put his arm around my shoulders playfully, I couldn't help but feel a chill going down my spine. I looked over at Macey who proceeded to stick her tongue out at me. Rolling my eyes, I pushed Zach away.

He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a smug smirk. When we got there, I just started throwing everything I owned from the dressers into the open suitcase.

I sensed someone nearby so I whirled around and saw Zach standing behind me with an amused expression on his face.

"Ever heard of personal space, Goode?"

"Those look nice," He said, gesturing towards my open suitcase where I had thrown a bunch of my underwear in carelessly. I blushed, flipping him off before turning away. Zach sighed, plopping down on my bed, grinning up at me.

"You're sick," I muttered, closing the top of my suitcase. His smile widened.

"Ah, young love." Grant sighed. Bex shot him a look. "What?" he asked innocently.

"Hey Gallagher Girl. I know some pretty sweet passageways at my school. I could show you them," Zach winked at me.

"Don't get too confident there." I said, dragging my suitcase off the bed. He just smirked and walked over to Grant. I saw them discussing something and glanced at them suspiciously. Bex walked over to me, a cheeky grin on her face.

"You two seem to be getting cosied up, I see." she winked. I sighed.

"He's annoying."

"But you like him," she countered.

I didn't have an answer to that.

As soon as she walked away, Zach approached me once more, grabbing the handle of my suitcase. "I'll take it," he said seriously.

I looked up at him in surprise. "Didn't think you were the type, Zach," I raised an eyebrow.

"I can be anything you want me to be, babe," he winked before walking out of the room with my suitcase rolling behind him.

I glanced around the room, where Bex and Grant had formed a team, attempting to zip Bex's suitcase shut. Jonas was sitting on the edge of my bed uncomfortably, watching as Liz fussed around with her textbooks. I noticed that one person was missing.

Where's Macey?" I asked them. They just shrugged. Then suddenly we heard a scream which sounded terribly like Macey's, followed by an ear-splitting crash.

(AN: Ahahaha! I feel sorry for you guys for reading my work. It's so gay. Actually, I don't even know what to write next. Reviews please and I promise I'll update ASAP. Oh, and any suggestions? :D )

18/12/12: This is undergoing a MAJOR rewrite. I actually cannot believe that I wrote some of this stuff when I was thirteen. So, I apologise in advance if it's not to your prior liking.