Hey! So this isn't my first Fanfic but it IS my first Gallagher Girl Fanfic. So bear with me and please no flames. Constructive criticism please. And I'm up for ideas. I have the first three chapters written so if you're good and you REVIEW (he he) I'll post them soon! So please, R&R! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, sadly. Ally Carter does. Also, Nick is sort of mine. I stole the name from a story I read because I thought that the name went well with one of the pairings….It'll be obvious who. =D

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Chapter One

"C'mon, Gallagher Girl. What are the odds of that?"

Those were his last words to me—right after he kissed me and I'd said, "So I guess this is good-bye?"

You may be wondering who "he" was. And you may not. I wouldn't know. I'm not a mind-reader, ya know.

Well, allow me to explain. "He" is Zachary Goode. He goes to The Blackthorne Institute For Boys.

You might be wondering, "Why in the world was a boy from Blackthorne at Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women?"

The answer to that would be that my school—Gallagher—and his school—Blackthorne—did an exchange last semester. Some of the guys from there came to Gallagher and stayed in the East Wing. I got the unfortunate job of giving the Grand Tour to goo-looking, charming Zachary Goode.

You're probably saying to yourself, "Now what's wrong with that?"

Except there was something wrong with it. And that was the fact that it wasn't so unfortunate—that he singled me out, kept coming back to me—and that put my heart in danger. Again.

There was Josh. And we all know that didn't go well.

I mean, yeah, Zach was a spy. As opposed to Josh who wasn't.

But Zach was arrogant. And cocky. I mean, honestly. Is that supposed to be appealing to a girl?

Except…it was. Because I feel for him. And he seemed to disappear into the night.

But let's not dwell on that. It's junior year and I won't ever see him again. Probably.

Pssh! Yeah, fat chance.

Anyway, I just got back from my very boring summer at my grandparents' house. I was home.

Yeah, odd that school was home, huh? but ever since I came here, it'd been home from the very start.

I walked through the empty halls—they wouldn't be filled for another two or three days—toward my room. I wondered if Macey was back yet. If she wasn't then she would be tomorrow.

"Oh, Cammie," my mother's voice echoed down the hall. I turned. "You're home." See? Even my mom agrees. She opened her arms to me.

"Hey, Mom!" I gave her a big hug.

"How was your break, sweetie?" she asked, walking with me down the hall.

"Great. I helped Grandma in the garden."

My mom chuckled. "Good, I'm glad." There was a silence and then she asked, "How are you?"

I stiffened. Not because of the question itself but because I just knew that it had a double meaning.

"Um." I didn't know what to say. I knew that she meant it about the whole Zach thing. I had no idea what to say. I'd thought a lot about it over the summer. Was I okay? Truthfully, I didn't know.

Because I had fa—

No! I wouldn't admit it. Even thought, ya know, I already had.

"Because," Mom went on, "I have some—"

But she was cut off. By Macey actually. "Cammie!" she exclaimed. "You're home!" She glanced at my mom. "Hi, Mrs. Morgan." Turning back to me, she pulled me into our room. "How was your summer?" she asked excitedly. But she knew that I always spent my summers in Nebraska whereas she spent her in, like, France and Italy and places like that.

I looked at Mom and opened my mouth to ask what it was she was going to say. She didn't let me utter a word. "It's okay, Cam; I'll talk to you later. It's not…that…important." And then she left.

Which only made me more curious. I mean, what was it that was important but not that important?"

"So," Macey said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "How was it?"

"It was great, Mace," I answered. What was I supposed to say? "What about yours? You went on a cruise from Jamaica to Australia. That must have been amazing."

Her face fell slightly. "Oh, yeah, it was, um, interesting." She gave me a weak smile and then her face brightened up. "I…found out just before we left port that that guy—ya know, the one I told you about? The one who was a really good friend? Yeah him—was going on the same cruise as us." She got an excited look on her face.

This, ya know, kinda surprised me because Macey wasn't exactly the type to go all boy crazy on you.

I supported her all the same. "Cool, Mace." Then I suddenly remembered Josh. Again. This guy Macey was talking about was…well, normal. Not like Zach. Or Grant. Or Jonas. Could she…handle this…?

"Um, Mace," I said nervously. "Is he, uh, normal? Like, not a spy? Like Josh?"

And I saw, for the first time since I met her, Macey McHenry's face crumble as if she were going to cry. "You…you're right. I guess there goes that option." She quickly composed herself and checked herself in her compact mirror. As if she hadn't just had her hopes of finally finding a guy crushed to pieces.

But there's Macey for ya.

"So," she said, plopping herself on her bed. "How's Zach?"

I stared at her as, to my utter horror, tears clouded my vision. I looked down. "I wouldn't know. I haven't had any contact with him since…" I couldn't say "since he kissed me" so I said, "…since they left."

She was quiet, and then I felt her sit next to me. "I'm sorry, Cam," she whispered, throwing an arm across my shoulders.

I shrugged it off. "It's no big deal," I lied. Because it so is. I mean what kind of guy KISSES you and then doesn't CALL you or at least write? Huh? Exactly.

She saw right through my little white lie—not good, being a spy and all—and gave me a sympathetic look. She looked around the room and something to dawn on her. "You're going to love me forever." She grinned.

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Yeah." She nodded vigorously. "I got you, Bex, and Liz what you all wanted!"

Okay, I remembered asking her for something; I couldn't quite remember what. And then… "OH MY GOSH!" I screamed. "You got me that bracelet I saw in that Australian magazine you were reading?" I exclaimed. She nodded again. "Thank you!" I threw my arms around her and gave her a hug. "Can I see it?"

She smiled. Getting off my bed, she walked to her suitcase. She pulled out an elegant box and handed it to me. She watched as I lifted the lid and gasped. It was beautiful. There weren't even words to describe it.

"Oh, Mace," I breathed, admiring the shiny, bright diamonds. "It's beautiful."

Macey just shrugged it off. "You can admire it later, right now, I'm hungry. Let's go see what Chef Louis will whip up for us." (A/N: Is that the chef's name?) She dashed for the door as I slid the bracelet back into its box.

As I got up, I noticed something on the floor next to my bed. A folded piece of paper. I picked it up and opened it.

Macey, it read. I have something to tell you. Please meet me. –Nick

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Okay! What did you think? Not too OOC? I thought that maybe Macey was but that because she so obviously likes this guy. So, ya know, people do crazy things for love….Not that she's in love with him or anything. Or is she? Anyway, tell me what you think? Like it? Hate it? Tell me! Reviews always make me day. Please no flames! Over and out!

~IheartZacharyGoode