(Author's Note: Okay, in case you guys forgot since the last chapter, this isn't a mission/journal thing about why the Blackthorne boys are better than the Gallagher girls. It's just a normal chapter about the all-nighter in Gallagher Academy. I'll start again with the Blackthorne mission/journal thing the next chapter. Think of this chapter as a sort of… filler. Hope you like it!)

"Okay, so, remember that mission about two months ago when we had to hide--," Jonas starts off, but is interrupted by the library doors being opened. Everybody turns around at their table to see Tina Walters and Anna Fetterman standing there with big grins on their faces.

"We're all starting a big game of Truth-Or-Dare in the Body Language 101 classroom!" Tina announces. Anna nods spastically, and they both sprint down the hallway to spread the word.

"You guys wanna play?" Macey asks, standing up and sliding on a coat of frosty strawberry-scented lip gloss from a bright yellow tube.

"Definitely," Grant agrees, standing up and stretching his arms over his head, "My butt is starting to go numb from sitting here all night."

Bex smothers a giggle and stands up too, pulling Liz up with her. Jonas stands up too, because he did basically everything Liz did. Zach looks at Cammie and raises his eyebrows. "You coming, Gallagher girl?" he asks. All of their friends had started walking towards the library door, chatting loudly and animatedly to each other.

"Of course," she murmurs. She was not about to spend time alone with Zach, especially after Grant sent him that embarrassing picture of her from the last mission. Cammie was starting to think that the whole battle-of-the-sexes challenge was causing way more trouble than originally planned.

She stands up and follows Zach out of the library doors, into the empty hallways. Cammie had never seen these hallway so empty, except for at midnight when everyone was sleeping. Or during Christmas break when she was the only person on campus. The silence was eerie; everyone must already be in Body Language 101.

"I'll race you to the classroom," Zach challenges. Cammie raises her eyebrows at him, wondering if he actually meant what he said.

"Racing?" Cammie repeats. It seemed a little childish, but then again, his announcement was totally unexpected… and that was right up Zach's alley. He gives her a small nod. "You're on," she replies with a grin. Zach smirks back at her.

"Okay, then," he tells her. They stop at the end of the hall of the West Wing. In front of them was the foyer and the main hall, which led to the cafeteria. The huge staircase was to their left, which led upstairs to Body Language 101. "On three."

"One… two…," Cammie recites, her heart beginning to speed up, like it always did when it knew she was about to run.

"Three!" Zach exclaims, sprinting ahead of her and across the foyer.

"Hey! Cheater!" Cammie calls after him. Her bare feet dig into the hardwood, propelling her forward. Zach was already ahead of her, leaping up the grand staircase two steps at a time. Cammie's hand clings to the stair banister and pulls her up the stairs while she jumps up the stairs three steps at the time. The distance between her and Zach begins to decrease.

Zach gets to the top of the stairs first, obviously, but Cammie was right behind him. They run down the hallway, past looming pictures of historical figures and rare pieces of artwork worth thousands. By then, they were running side by side. They squeeze through an archway, and the closed door to Body Language 101 loomed up in front of them. Since the door was to their left, and Cammie was to the left of Zach, she had the advantage. She ran harder, and managed to get in front of him.

"Looks like I'll be winning this one, cheater!" she sings over her shoulder.

But right as she was about to dash into the classroom, Zach grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and held her against the wall. Cammie's knees were weak for barely a second, due to the sudden change of momentum. "What did you call me?" Zach asks with a smirk on his lips and a teasing sparkle in his eye.

"Cheater," Cammie replies with the same teasing grin.

"Are you sure you actually mean that?" Zach asks, his smirk unmoving. "I'll give you one chance to change your mind."

Cammie stared at him for several more moments before whispering, "Cheater." Zach raised his eyebrows, faux-surprised at her. A sly grin creeped across his face and, still holding her shoulders against the wall, slowly leaned in towards her like he was going to kiss her. Cammie ducked out of the way, wiggling out of his grip, and she glides into the Body Language 101 classroom like nothing happened… or was about to happen.

The whole sophomore class was sitting in a haphazard circle in the classroom, and all the desks had been pushed against the walls to make room. Anna Fetterman was in front of the class, motioning wildly with her hands. "Please! Everyone! Get in a circle! This is a square, at best. C'mon, I mean, I thought we were all spies here. We should be able to know how to sit in a circle," she whines. Cammie walks across the room and sits in between Bex and Macey. Zach enters the room four seconds later and he goes to sit next to Jonas and Grant. Cammie awkwardly tries not to make eye contact with Zach.

"Okay, let's begin!" Tina Walters begins, clapping her hands together. She looks behind at Anna, who was pouting and sitting on the teacher's desk. "Anna. I don't care if we're sitting in a figure eight or in a polyhedron for all I care. Let's just get started, shall we?"

Anna grumpily nods and joins the group. "Okay," Tina announces, holding up an empty Coca-Cola bottle, "It's a mix of Spin-the-Bottle and Truth-Or-Dare. Whoever spins the bottle will ask the question. Whoever the bottle lands on will be asked the question. I'll spin to see who spins first."

She puts the plastic bottle in the center of the group and spins it, stepping back for everyone to watch it go round and round and round. It eventually lands on a boy with a wiry frame and thick glasses; he was one of the Blackthorne boys who admired Macey from afar. He gulps, spins the Coca-Cola bottle, and stares at it unblinkingly.

To everybody's amusement and the Blackthorne boy's horror, the bottle stopped on Macey. Bex, Liz, and Cammie smirked at their friend because of her unfortunate situation. "Tr-truth or d-dare?" the boy stutters.

"Truth," Macey answers immediately with a perfect poker face.

"Uh… uh… okay, then…," he replies. He nervously tugs at the collar of his white T-shirt and looks around the circle, as if somebody was just going to randomly call out a question for him to ask. "What's your favorite color?" he finally asks. Everybody groans due to the simplicity of the question.

"Purple," Macey says, "Dark purple." Then she stands up and spins the plastic bottle. It spins repeatedly until it finally lands on Zach. Macey claps her hands together, a pleased smirk on her face, and asks him, "Truth or dare?" even though her gaze was on Cammie the whole time. Cammie's fists clench so hard her nails bite into her palms. She better not do anything stupid… or embarrassing, Cammie thinks.

"Dare," Zach replies with the same poker face that Macey used a few minutes ago. A faint smirk flickered across his lips.

Macey stands up and put her hands behind her back. "Come here, Goode," she says. Zach stands up and lopes over to her, putting his hands in his pockets. "You too, Cam."

"What? What do I have to do with this?" Cammie demands from her spot on the floor. Macey just gives her a look, so she stands up and saunters up to Zach's side. She sighs. "Okay. What."

"Zach's dare," Macey begins, brandishing a set of handcuffs from behind her back, "Is to be handcuffed to Cammie for the remainder of the all-nighter." The circle of sophomores cheer in glee. Was everybody in on this? Cammie wonders.

Before they can protest, Macey snaps the handcuffs on Cammie's left wrist and Zach's right wrist. Cammie begins trying to fold her hand as tiny as it could go to slip it out of the cuffs, but she found that the old trick didn't work with this pair of handcuffs. "Oh, yeah, those are the spy-cuffs invented by Dr. Fibs. They're literally impossible to escape from, unless you have the key," Macey informs them, flashing them the gold key in her hand before sticking the key into her bra.

Cammie's mouth opens and closes, like a fish underwater. She was shocked that Macey would do this… actually, not really. It was a predictable thing her friend would do. But if it was so predictable, how had Cammie not seen this coming? Cammie turns and bolts from the room, dragging Zach with her. Down the hallway, she can hear the sophomore class cheering for her, as if they thought Cammie was wanting to be alone with Zach. As if.

"Whoa, Gallagher girl. Where are we going?" Zach asks. Cammie had slowed to a fast-paced walk after she rounded a corner, away from the Body Language 101 room.

"I don't know," she snaps.

"Then why did we leave?"

"Because I don't feel like playing Truth-or-Dare anymore."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to play Truth-or-Dare with you practically attached to me!"

"Why?" Zach persists.

"Is 'why' the only thing you can say?" Cammie asks.

"No," he answers, and they walk down the hallway in silence. After a few minutes of just walking in circles down the hallways, Cammie had stopped seething. Or, at least, wasn't as seething as she was before.

They had walked a complete circle and were near the Body Language 101 room, but Cammie didn't notice until she could see the door. Bex and Grant were fighting it out in the middle of the circle, and Bex was clearly going crazy. Either Grant said truth, and what he said pissed her off, or one of them was dared to take the other one down. Cammie quickly turned the corner to get away from the room, once more not in the mood to participate.

"We're going to have to be attached to each other for the rest of the night. You might as well just get over it and have some fun," Zach suggests.

Cammie ignores him and peels back the Gallagher family tree tapestry. She pulls him into the secret passageway, a shortcut to her room. She wanted to get as far away as possible from her so-called "friends" who trapped her with this jerk.

Halfway through the tunnel, Zach pushes Cammie against the wall once more, just like he did a while before. "Cammie! Why are you ignoring me?" he demands. With both his hands on her shoulders pinning her against the wall, one of Cammie's hands dangled uselessly from the handcuffs.

"What do you m--"

"You know exactly what I mean! I tried to kiss you, and you wouldn't kiss me back. I try to talk to you, and you ignore me. We kissed before… What's the problem now?" Zach asks. For the first time since she's known Zach Goode, Cammie detects vulnerability in his voice.

Suddenly, Cammie feels too guilty to look him in the face. So instead, she looks down at her shoes and says, "I… don't know. I mean, it's just awkward seeing you when Grant showed you that picture. And--"

"I'll be sure to beat him up for that," Zach interrupts. He nods for her to continue, so she does.

"And just having everybody know we're alone and together makes it embarrassing… since they'd know what we're doing. If we did anything, that is. I don't know… I'm just randomly talking here."

"No, no, I understand what you're trying to stay," Zach assures her. "But does it really matter if they know? If we care about each other?"

"Zach…"

"I really like you, Cammie," he tells her. He takes her hand in his, the metal handcuffs pressing into their skin. His other hand tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I like you, too, Zach," Cammie admits, though it sounds weird voicing her thoughts out loud. Zach leans down and kisses her in the dark.