This is my first story, so sorry if it is really bad. It is a continuation of the Gallagher Girls series, my version of GG5, so i may not explain all the details leading up to the story because that would take an entire chapter. Please read and Review. Hope you like it!

I obviously do not own anything. It all belongs to Ally Carter!

Trust. One word. One powerful word. And that one powerful word is what has me sitting here in the window staring out onto acres and acres of land. Contemplating my trust in people. Which frankly isn't something I want to have worry about, but I do.

Don't get me wrong, I trust my best friends and my mom completely. My trust in them has never been stronger. So no, it's not them I am worried about. It's one person…

One hot, strong, green eyed, arrogant, smirking guy. He hadn't left my mind since the day we met.

But could I trust him?

I sighed as I heard the door to my dorm room open. My roommates were coming back from dinner. They knew I had needed some time to think and didn't press me for details, but I could see the worry in their eyes. I got up from the window sill and went and sat on my bed, facing them.

"Hey Cammie." they all said simultaneously. That was me; Cammie Morgan. Well officially it was Cameron Morgan, but Cammie, Cam, Chameleon and sometimes, in rare cases, Gallagher Girl works too.

"How was dinner?" I asked.

"Oh you know, Tina trying to confirm ridiculous rumors, Grant stuffing his face, and Liz strengthening the security on her laptop." Bex said and collapsed on her bed.

I laughed, "so the usual?"

Bex rolled her eyes in agreement and went to change into her pajamas. I looked at my three best friends in the whole world. Bex Baxter, Liz Sutton, and Macey McHenry. Macey was the newest to our powwow, but definitely not the weakest by any means. She was moving up grade levels faster than anyone I had ever seen. Liz was the southern beauty with all the brains. She is a vault of information and the master of hacking. And then there was Bex, who is, as Grant puts it, the British Bombshell. She is the strongest girl I have ever met and has been my friend since the beginning.

But they weren't just my friends, they were my sisters. Which means they were going to hate me even more for what I was about to do to them. But I trust them with my life. I sighed deeply and laid my head down on the pillow. There was that word again! Trust.

I feel like I should be holding a flower and pulling the petals off one at a time… I trust him…. I don't trust him… I trust him…

I heard footsteps cross the room and then felt the edge of my bed sink under someone's weight. I looked over and say Macey looking at me intently. She raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips.

"Come on Cam. Tell us what's going on. We may have let it go during dinner, but you have been sitting over here sighing every minute. Something is up." she said.

I looked over and saw Liz and Bex sitting on their beds giving me knowing looks. I looked back at Macey.

"Well the sky is up." I said and smiled slightly.

"That isn't going to work on me. You are going to have tell us, but you can decide if it's the easy way or the hard, more painful way." Mace said in an irritated tone.

I looked over at Bex and Liz again and saw Bex with a roll of duck tape and Liz with a small device in her hands. I sighed and sat up.

"The truth is…..Well I just I can't decide whether to take P&E in the morning or afternoon next year. I mean in the morning its cooler but I would still be sleepy, and then I would be full of energy after lunch but it would be warmer and sweatier in the afternoon." I said sarcastically.

My friends groaned and Macey rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right. Let's pretend that's what has you worried, while we discuss what really has you all frazzled. It's obviously about him." she said with a knowing smile. "What did he do this time?"

I frowned and closed my eyes. "Is it really that obvious?" Macey nodded and it was my turn to groan. "I suck at being a spy."

Oh that's right. Did I forget to tell you that little detail? I am, in fact, a spy. Well a spy in training, but same difference. Well sort of…. anyways, I attend Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women or in other words, spies. This is where my training takes place. People call me the Chameleon because I am a good pavement artist, it's my codename actually, but at the moment I was feeling very un-chameleon like. All eyes were on me, awaiting an answer.

"You don't suck at being a spy. We are your best friends, sisters, we can read you like an open book. An open book that can't stop thinking about a certain someone." Bex said in a sing song voice.

I threw my pillow at her, but she dodged it and smiled at me. "Stop stalling and tell us already!" she yelled, throwing the pillow back.

I caught it and put it behind my back. "Fine. I'll tell you. I have been worrying about whether or not I can trust him. I mean he is here and there and always mysterious. He is arrogant and cocky and he has that super annoying smirk and…I just…just…... Ugh!" I fell back on pillow and closed my eyes. There I had told them, well I had told them half of the truth, but they didn't need to know the specifics.

"You just love him."

I opened my eyes wide and saw my friends grinning at me.

"Do not!" I demanded.

"Oh you do! I know you do! I can see it when you talk about him. And if you haven't figured that out by now, we are going to have to do some serious shock therapy or something."

I heard Liz mumble something about having the perfect device for that and I looked at the three of them.

"I don't need shock therapy, I just don't like admitting it out loud, how he makes me feel because I don't know if I can really trust him." I said looking at my hands.

"Well, he is sleeping within Gallagher walls. I think we can trust him." Liz said calmly.

She was always looking out for people, always finding the good side of things. And that part about him sleeping within our walls… well his spy school, Blackthorne Institute, was doing an exchange at our school. With him were his two best friends, Grant and Jonas, and the rest of his classmates. They were living in the eastern wing and going to classes with us. Grant was Bex's crush and, I had a feeling, soon to be boyfriend. They had a weird love - hate relationship. Grant was always running his mouth or saying stupid things to make Bex smack him, but in the end they really did like each other. He was the Greek God to her British Bombshell, as they like to put it. Then there was Jonas, Liz's crush. Those two had such puppy, nerd love. Jonas was perfect for Liz though, he was the only person I would ever even consider being able to out hack Liz. Even though I don't think he actually can.

"Thanks Liz," I smiled at her. "We should go to bed guys. We have classes bright and early tomorrow."

"Fine, but we are continuing this discussion tomorrow." we all got ready to go to bed and Bex turned the lights off. I laid there for a few moments before talking into the dark silence.

"Goodnight guys." I whispered, sure no one was already asleep.

"Night." I heard all three whisper back. I snuggled in and thought about everything. I thought about my mom, she was the headmistress here at school, I thought about my friends, I thought about my dad, who went MIA years ago on a mission, and finally I thought about him and what he asked me two days ago. I never denied liking him, well at least to myself; I knew I liked him a lot, maybe even loved him. I just didn't know if he liked me quite as much as I liked him. We had shared a few stolen kisses here and there, but did they mean as much to him as they did to me? Or was he just playing with me, teasing me?

I got up out of bed and made my way into the hallway. I wandered around the school taking in everything. Gilly's sword at the end of the hallway, the tapestries and paintings, and I was just about to sneak into my favorite secret passageway when I smacked into something hard. I was about to fall over when strong hands caught my arms and pulled me close, stopping me from falling. I looked up and saw those emerald green eyes, that smirk, those strong arms… it was him.

It was Zachary Goode.