Quick shout out to a couple of reviews who had questions. I love to answer questions so if you have more, feel free to post them in the review section.

AlexRider I Am A Flyer asked: How old is Cammie?

If you'll remember I revealed when Cammie's birthday was a few chapters ago, but have no fear. Talk of her birthday will surface in this chapter (so keep reading) and she will probably turn eighteen within a few more chapters.

zeichnerinaga asked: What does the title of this story (AM I STILL ME) actually have to do with the story?

Great question... but you'll have to wait to find out. I doubt I'll bring this part of the plot into the story until towards the end. But trust me when I say it is important to the story line... or else I wouldn't have titled it as such.

Great questions, feel free to ask more.

Chapter Eighteen

Hope She Notices Me

Alex's POV

I waited until dinner to start circulating that our normal early morning class would begin at five instead of five-thirty and if anyone wasn't early or on time then they shouldn't even bother showing up. Although I purposefully did not mention what I would do to anyone who didn't show up. But by not saying I made them all wonder, and wondering is so much worse than actually knowing what is in store.

The next morning I made sure that all twenty of my students were in the windowless barn before instructing them to warm up and stretch, and most importantly, stay in the barn. As soon as I'd given them their orders, I slipped outside just in time to greet the three Roseville boys who'd just been escorted by three bulky security guards.

"Hey! Mister, over here!" one of the boys from yesterday called as he nervously bounced from foot to foot and waved his hand in the air.

"Hey," I called back as I jogged over to the trio with a warm grin on my face. "I'm Jim Saunders by the way."

"Hi ya, Jim."

I laughed and clapped the boy who'd called me 'Jim' on the shouldered. "It's Mr. Saunders."

The boy's face blanched and he nodded vigorously. "Oh, right, Mr. Saunders it is nice to meet you." He held out his hand to shake mine and I noted that it was trembling slightly.

These boys are terrified out of their minds. I wonder what security put them through.

Clearing my mind, I shook the boy's hand I asked, "Are you going to tell me your name?"

"Oh, yeah! Sorry," he said sheepishly as he continued to shake my hand.

"Go ahead," I said encouragingly as I grabbed his wrist to make him let go.

"Carl!" he practically shouted at me, and then blushed right to the roots of his bright red hair. "My name is Carl Rogers."

"Nice to meet you, Carl." I turned to the next boy, a skinny Asian who spoke with just enough of an accent for me to know that he hadn't been born in the country. Perfectly alright, I hadn't been born in America either.

"I'm Dan Nguyen."

"Dan," I reached out my hand to the kid.

He took my hand and pumped very professionally twice before quickly dropping it and stepping away.

Finally I turned to the third and final boy. "And you are?"

"William Morrison." He said as he shook my hand.

Good, strong handshake. I noted at the same time as I noted that fact that he'd exchanged his glasses for a pair of contacts. He had also spritzed on what I was assuming was his father's cologne, although he'd forgotten to comb his hair. I noted both with a clinical eye.

"Well, Will, you want to set up now?" Carl asked as he brushed past Will nearly knocking him over, clearly distracted by whatever Dan was showing him.

"Um yeah, thanks again Mr. Saunders."

"Yeah, thanks man." Carl called and Dan simply nodded as he checked the angle or the lighting or something else that I wouldn't be bothered to understand.

"Okay, go ahead; I'll go get your 'actors'. They're in the barn." I explained as I took off at a steady jog towards the barn.

"Do you think we are really going to get the footage we need from these rich, snobby kids?" I heard Carl ask just before I left hearing range.

"Shut up, man, Saunders seems cool. Give him a chance." Will bravely declared in my defense.

"Even if he doesn't come through we'll still have time do find something else." Dan said pragmatically.

"Shut up!" Will's voice was the last thing I heard before I jogged too far out of hearing range.

Zach's POV

I plopped down next to Bex who was stretching slightly apart from the rest of the group.

"Why do you think Saunders wanted us here before five instead of our usual time?"

"Do I look like a mind reader to you?" Bex demanded rhetorically as she shot me a dirty look.

It was clearly time for me to cut my losses and run. "Oookay then." I said and backed off, choosing instead to find a seat next to Jessica.

"How's it goin', Jessica?"

"Uh, no," she said and waved her finger in my face. "They hate me enough as is, I'm already on their bad side," I didn't have to ask who 'they' were. "I don't need talking to you added to my list of sins."

"Fine then,"

"Uh huh, bu-bye." She called after me with a wave of her fingers.

What is up with the girls this morning? It's like they all woke up on the wrong side the bed... or the coffee machine broke.

Macy's POV

"Sooo, what were you doing talking to Zach?" I asked Jessica as I glided over to stretch in front of her.

"Okay, one second now, all I said to him was that I didn't want to talk. He came up to me!" Jessica exclaimed as she held her hands up in an effort to plead her innocence.

"You sure about that?" Bex asked as she slid up next to Jessica in order to sit intimidatingly close to her.

"Yes!" Jessica shouted.

"What is going on in here?" Mr. Saunders asked as he appeared out of thin air at my elbow.

"Mr. Saunders!" all three of us exclaimed at the same time before trying to speak over one another.

"Don't listen to a word she says, Mr. Saunders," Bex exclaimed, trying to cover up Jessica's pathetic, "Mr. Saunders I was just trying to stretch when they came up to me and started harassing me!"

All the while I was trying to get my own explanation. "What you just heard was friendly banter, right girls?"

Mr. Saunders, who'd obviously had enough, held up his hand for silence.

"What is going on here?" he asked and when all three of us opened our mouths he made a disgusted noise and pointed at Anna. "You, tell me what is going on in here?"

"Um, well," she paused and bit her lip before deciding on what to say. It took her so long mostly because Jessica, Bex, and I were all shooting her equally violent looks telling her to keep her mouth shut. "It's all Zach's fault!" she finally exclaimed when she made the mistake of looking back at Saunders.

There was a long beat of silence.

"Mr. Goode, is this true?" Mr. Saunders asked.

"Not really," Zach rose and crossed the floor to stand in front of Mr. Saunders. "But in order to avoid bloodshed I'll take the blame."

"Good," Mr. Saunders clapped a hand on Zach's shoulder and turned to the rest of the class. "Your lesson today will be on making friends while doing things you don't want to be doing. Since Mr. Goode here needs to be punished for causing some sort of riffraff, he'll go first."

Zach frowned but didn't say anything. Like usual, he didn't have a problem being first.

Alex's POV

"What are we going to be doing today, Mr. Saunders?" Patrick asked as he stood up and crossed his arm in front of his chest. It was apparent that he did not like being kept in the dark.

Tough luck kid, no one ever tells you anything in the spy world. I thought bitterly.

"We're making a movie with three students from one of the Roseville film classes."

If I'd thought it had been silent earlier, I was wrong. Now the barn was so completely quiet that I swore I could hear all twenty-one heartbeats in the room.

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth blurted in a tone that I would not normally equate to the sweet if timid girl.

"You heard me, Miss Sutton, and I don't appreciate having to repeat myself. So think carefully before asking any more questions." I said in the best stern principal voice I could summon. "Let's try again, yes Miss Sutton?" I looked at her expectantly.

"Um, never mind." She practically squeaked.

"Good. Well then, let's move outside and make a movie."

Will's POV

Carl, Dan, and I turned towards the barn as we watched Saunders lead twenty teenagers out and down the slope towards us.

"Oh boy, this will be interesting." Carl muttered as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Dan, like usual, appeared unfazed and unimpressed.

And me? Well I was breaking out in a cold sweat unsure if I wanted her to notice me or look right through me.

As the group neared and I caught my first good look at her face, I decided that yes, I did want her to notice me.

Oh please don't let me act like a complete dork in front of her. I really don't want to look like an idiot. I thought frantically as the group got closer and closer and closer to us.

I quickly did a check up on myself. My teeth had been brushed within an inch of their lives, my face had been shaved and patted down with my older brother's aftershave, and my hair was neatly combed... wait, no it wasn't. My hair was a mess, sticking out all over the place at odd angles.

Don't let her notice me! Don't let her notice me! My thoughts quickly changed direction as I thought of ways to not draw attention to myself. It would be a little hard since I was the director of this film and the one leading the project.

Hope you liked Will's thoughts. It's the first time I've done the point of view from a character not created by Ally Carter.

Also, I really wanted to thank everyone who has been reviewing, and give a special thanks to burnt-rose 15 for the awesome review. It isn't every day that an author receives such a nice review.