Well here is another chapter! I hope you guys like it! I didn't really have time to edit it so I'm sorry about any errors. Anyway, thank you guys for reading. Please take the time to review! Also, I want to know, do you guys want more chapters of them doing crazy teenage stuff or do you want me to get into the spy/cover affairs part of the story. Let me know!

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Well, it was sufficient to say that this might have been the most uncomfortable walk home I have ever been on in my life, I thought as I stumbled on the dark pavement, leaning heavily on Bex, who managed to walk strong and gracefully, even when heavily intoxicated. Even though my head was fuzzy and my stomach lurched, I kept walking without a sound. I looked over to my right, where Liz, the only completely sober one, was struggling to give a semi-conscious Macey a piggy back ride. Normally I would crack up at the image of tiny Liz carrying Macey, who was so tall her legs were almost dragging on the ground, but these were definitely not normal circumstances, and I was terrified to make even a sign. I then cautiously glanced at the two women in front of me, two of the women that I looked up to most in the world, and saw them talking in hushed tones, looking very angry. I knew that I'd disappointed them, but I still didn't understand why they had reacted the way they did. As we approached the beach house and we made our way up to bed after one glare and nod from mom, I went over back over the night's events in my head.

"Come on Cammie, can't you just let yourself go and do something reckless and stupid for once?" Bex said, with a look that was somewhere between a glare and puppy dog eyes.

"Do you not remember sophomore year? Sneaking out to have a normal boyfriend? I think that was enough reckless and stupid for me for a lifetime!"

"Oh please, That was Childs play. Come on Cam, I know this isn't a good idea, in fact it is a really really stupid idea, but who cares? It will be fun. Think of this as a mission and your cover is," she looked down at my fake i.d. "Emily Stark, newly 21 year old from Kentucky. You probably are coming here from your last winter break of college, wanting to have fun and let loose before you go back to school and graduate!" Bex said.

"Fine, whatever, I'll go. But there is absolutely no way I am drinking anything except water!" I said, shaking my head.

3 hours later…

The air was thick with people and the smell of alcohol. My outfit, a cropped bustier top and high waisted tube skirt (don't even ask how Macey managed to get me to wear this) was getting way to tight, and my head was spinning. I looked down at my long island iced tea, and internally yelled at myself for getting into this. I had gone to the club with Macey, Bex, and Liz, all donning scandalous outfits similar to mine, promising myself and them that I would be the responsible one and not go anywhere near alcohol. But, as soon as we got to the club, I realized that I was going to need something a lot stronger than water to get through this night.

The club was dark and strobe lights were flashing, giving me a headache. The club was crowded wall to wall with young twenty somethings. Everyone on the dance was grinding on each other, and the music was so loud it was almost too loud to talk. I looked over at Liz, who took up my original plan of not to drink, and then at Macey and Bex, who were flirting with the bartender to get more free shots. They were already on their fifth, and had forced me to take three. I had to admit though, I had loosened up quite a bit and the fuzzy feeling in my head wasn't that unpleasant.

After a little while longer sitting at the bar, Bex and Macey stumbled over to me and dragged me out onto the dance floor and proceeded right to the middle, where the air was thickest and the people were dancing the most closely together. As I threw my hands up in the air and starting dancing with them, enjoying the fun, upbeat club music washing over me, I had to admit that I was having fun. Bex, Macey and I were twirling around and jumping up and down and I forgot about all of my troubles with the Circle and the death threats and everything. I enjoyed feeling normal for once. Eventually Liz even came to dance with us, although as soon as a guy came up and put his hands on her waist to dance with her, she hurried it back to the bar to watch over us from afar again.

We danced and drank and had fun for a few more hours. I didn't even pay attention to the club around me. I didn't see the big security guards, ones that had also been at Harrison Taylor's restaurant, watching over a back room that some important people had been led to and from throughout the night. I didn't notice anything suspicious about the number of security measures that were set up throughout the club or that the building was much much larger than the room we were in, meaning that the ¾ of the building was obviously been used in some other way. But most importantly, I didn't notice the two dark haired, similar looking women, looking a little too old for the club, approach one of the tables in the back of the club and look around, taking pictures and mentally noting every inch of the club.

While I was busy not noticing these things, I led Macey and Bex drag me up onto the stage where the DJ was to dance up there where only a few ladies were allowed. He took off his headphones, faded the music so it was in the background, and grabbed the microphone.

"Let's give it up for these gorgeous ladies," he said as the crowd whooped and hollered "Introduce yourselves!" He said, passing the microphone to Bex.

"I'm Rebecca, but you can call me Bex, it rhymes with sex!" she said, grabbing on to my shoulder as she laughed so hard she almost fell over. The crowd, especially the boys, cheered loud for her.

"I'm Cam! And we are all from Roseville, Virginia, by the way!" I said when Bex handed the mic to me. Even though I was quite drunk, I didn't feel the need to introduce myself like Bex had. I smiled and everyone cheered for me. I then handed the mic to Macey, who was the drunkest of us all.

"I'm Casey…wait no that's not right. I'm Stacey..no I'm Macey. Woo I got it…But hey, if you want you guys can call me peacock, because that is my codename…because I had to have Secret.." she was saying before someone grabbed the mic from her and pulled her off stage.

I looked over, disoriented, and before I knew it I was being pulled offstage by strong slender arms. I saw Bex being pulled down too. I suddenly panicked, thinking it was the Circle or something, until I saw the two women who, at that moment, seemed much more terrifying then the Circle.

They glared at us in that special Cameron way that only the Cameron ladies can do, and my mom dragged Bex and I out of the club onto the boardwalk outside without a word. Shortly after, Abby and Liz walked out, supporting Macey between the two of them. The four of us sat on the curb while my mom and Abby went back into the club for one last time and then came out.

"Beach house. Now." Were the only words spoken, followed by a sharp "someone carry Macey."

That's how I found myself back in our bathroom at 3:00 AM, holding Macey's hair back as she vomited. I didn't even want to think about what was to come the next day.