A.N. Hey guys-I was listening to my ipod earlier, and I got inspired. So here is chapter 1, and I hope you guys like it!

My name is Mickey, and right now, I'm late.

"Wake up, blockhead!" Gabe screams as he throws a pillow at my face.

"What he heck?" I say as I bolt up. My bed still houses some warmth, and I desperately want to return to it. But when Gabriel Jeminez throws a pillow in your face and tells you to get up, you don't refuse unless you have a death wish.

"We've got to be up and in the breakfast hall in exactly 7.8 minutes," Will says calmly.

"8 minutes? Why'd you guys let me sleep in so late?" I shout as I jump out of my bed and do a speed race into the clothes that Guy has laid out for me.

"7.8 minutes, actually," Will mutters as Guy comes running out of the bathroom. Guy's a bit of an oddity, since he's basically the only gay Blackthorne Boy in the history of the world, but everyone loves him. Just, you know, not like that. His blonde hair is mussed and he looks like he's on the verge of a panic attack when he realizes that I'm still not fully dressed.

"Dude! Headmaster Solomon is gonna fry us alive if we're late again!" He cries, anguished. I shove my boxers on with greater encouragement, because I don't doubt that when Headmaster Solomon says he'll fry you alive, he's not kidding. Like, we've seen the vat. Which is why, 3 and a half minutes later, even though I've got a killer wedgie and Will's sweater vest is on backwards, we're sitting at our table, ready, when Joe Solomon steps up from the staff table and takes the mike.

"Good morning, gentleman. I trust you all slept well?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Today, I have a bit of a surprise for you. We're welcoming a new teacher," he says, and the spy in me notices the surprised looks on the rest of the staff's faces. They didn't know about this, either. But Blackthorne runs on a Need-To-Know basis, and apparently, the teachers didn't.

"As you know, Mr. Goode has been covering the post of both Covert Operations and Weponry and Assimilation teacher. " The green eyed teacher smiles and waves his hands to acknowledge the hoots and claps that erupt.

"But as of today, he will only be taking the W&A class. Covert Operations will be taught by…well, I trust you've all heard of the Chameleon?" every single mouth in the room is flopping open. The CHAMELEON? The same one who took down the circle singlehandedly, smuggled thirty-five top secret nuculear plans out of South Korea, succsefully posed as the Russian prime minister's wife for a year, and has never benn caught by a tail? THAT CHAMELEON?

"She was sightly reluctant to take the post, but we eventually persuaded her," I know that every guy in the room is thinking the same thing: did he just say she? There are only male teachers at Blackthorne;It's been that way since the dawn of time. But apparently that's about to change.

"So, please welcome her." He says, and turns around to greet her. But she isn't there. He sighs and looks at Mr. Goode like, can you believe this? But 's face is ashen, and he's got unfamiliar emotions swimming around in his eyes. With a shock, I realize that it's longing. And love. And regret. I don't have time to ponder what this means because then, a unfamiliar voice comes through the speakers.

"Wow, Joey. What kind of place are you running here? It was way too easy to infiltrate your building, and I didn't even have Lizzy with me!" JOEY? Did she just call Headmaster Solomon JOEY? Damn….

I train my eyes on Headmaster Solomon, and to my complete and utter confusion, he's laughing. He looks at Mr. Goode, who's shaking his head. She's still the same old girl, he mouths. But he looks troubled. And I can see why when the vent case in the back of the hall pops open and a woman gracefully slides out. She's got blue eyes that are twinkling and sparkling now, but one can see that she's masking a whole lot of sadness and pain. Her hair is ebony colored, and it flows down her back in a wave of curls. I can hear Guy breath sharply, and I know he's in hysterics over her outfit. She's wearing a turquoise sundress that accenunts her body in ways that make my heart start doing leaps and cartwheels. Even though she looks about 27, and I'm 18. She's beautiful, but it's a dangerous, sad beauty, like she's lost everything in the world she ever cared about. She laughs at our stunned expressions, and slowly, purposefully stalks up to the front.

"Hey, Joey. Long time no see," She says playfully, giving him a hug, but I can see her eyes slide up and down, checking the entire room, and I can't help but think, she's good.

Taking the mike, she grins again, and says, "Hey, kids. My name's Cammie. I'll be teaching you CoveOps this year, and, well…good luck. Oh, and you might know me by my codename. Chameleon." She then walks away and moves towards the staff table, stopping when she sees Mr. Goode, who is staring at her like he's starving and she is a banquet table. He gives her a nervous smile, but she doesn't respond. She glares at him, and I'm surprised to see tears sparkle in her eyes.

"What the hell is he doing here, Joey?" She says, never taking her eyes off of him. The entire hall, which had been alive with whispers when she first arrived, goes dead silent.

"Mr. Good is the W&A teacher," Headmaster Solomon says carefully. Fury erupts in her eyes as she glares at him. Then, she disappers. Oh, she didn't just vaporize. But she used her pavement artist skills, and in a room full of boys focused on her, she just vanishes.

Mr. Goode stands up. "Cammie, come out," He says quietly.

"Joey, I'm going to my classroom." She says. I don't hear anything, but I assume she's walking across the ceiling. Headmaster Solomon clears his throat.

"Alright, chop, chop, onto your next class," He says hurridly. Professer Damon, who insistes we call him Grant, passes out our schedules, and to my utter regret, I've got CoveOps first period. Great. Guy shrieks with joy when he realizes that we've got the same schedule, but I can't share his joy. Mr. Goode has been like a friend to me, and I can't help but think that The Chameleon is going to be his undoing.