The Blackthorne Boys were on one of their despised "group bonding" outings, where we basically sat in a circle and talked about our feelings.

It made us all feel so manly.

"Jonas, why don't you take a turn?" Dr. Steve invited the "sensitive" boy (personally, I thought he was just a bit of a wuss, but apparently, that "isn't nice" and I wasn't permitted to voice my opinion). "How are you finding the Gallagher Girls?"

Jonas fiddled nervously with his hands, and pushed his large glasses farther up his nose. "They're… nice… I guess…" he stammered.

"Not to mention smoking hot," one of the seniors cut in, smirking.

"Now, now, Jacob, have some respect…" Dr. Steve began, but the conversation had already taken a massive turn.

"Have you seen Morgan?" For a brief second, I was interested in the conversation, but then it became clear who the guys were talking about. "Dang, for an old lady, she is pretty sexy."

"Too bad her daughter didn't get the genes." Hoots of laughter filled the room as they mocked Cammie's unfortunate pimples.

"But wait…" Grant said, a smirk growing on his face. "Doesn't Zachy here have a little crush on the poor girl?"

I was trapped, and I was summoning all the spy training in the world to keep the heat down, but then Mr. Solomon chose that moment to enter, and I thought I was saved. Emphasis on thought.

The Blackthorne students let out hollers as we beckoned the respected man in. Solomon rolled his eyes but leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrows to signal for us to go on with the conversation.

"Welcome, Mr. Solomon! We were just having a lovely chat as Zach here confessed his romantic interested for a girl, whose name I believe is… Cammie?"

My eyes widened in horror and I seriously considered smashing my head into the wall at my wretched luck.

"I didn't say anything about her!"

"But you were thinking it," Grant said in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up," I muttered, heat beginning to creep up my neck.

Mr. Solomon watched the room with somewhat concealed amusement, his lips starting to curl up in the faintest traces of a smile.

"Well, I do know her mother, perhaps you'd prefer it if I arranged for you to talk it out with her?" He offered.

My eyes narrowed in angry slits, and I glared at him.

"Come on, just admit it, Zach," Jonas said in exasperation.

"I mean, it's a bit embarrassing now, sure, but I'm certain she'll get prettier with age," a junior offered.

"I. Don't. Like. Her."

"Of course," Joe smirked faintly, but his acceptance signaled the end of the conversation.

For now.