*Edited Version*

Summary: Zach has always been in the loop, but when people start disappearing he doesn't know what's going on. He needs Cammie's help to find the missing people, especially when it's his and Cammie's friends that are disappearing.

Chapter 1: I'm finally right

Cammie's P.O.V.

I had developed a habit; one that I couldn't label as good or bad. At that moment in time it was just a repeated action, no meaning behind it whatsoever.

Lately, I found myself lying in bed, tired and cold, as I stared up at the dark ceiling of my room. Sleep rarely consumed me those days, but when it did it was often accompanied by empty dreams.

So I got out of bed and left my room quietly, checking to make sure I wouldn't wake anyone up. I walked down the long halls of the Gallagher Academy trying to find a place to relax, but relaxation is often far away when you're a girl like me.

I took a turn down a long corridor, mind lost in all my thoughts, and ran into a strong body.

I stumbled back at the force and found myself in front of the only person that would be walking around at night.

"Hey Gallagher girl," Zach smirked.

I sighed and decided to skip the greeting as I asked, "What are you doing?"

I wasn't expecting much considering that whenever Zach was asked that question it always got a weird reply or none at all.

"Nothing," he shrugged.

Of course when Zachary Goode says nothing it's always something.

"Zach, what are you doing?" I repeated, my voice firmer this time.

He remained still, contemplating whether to answer, before he sighed. "Something's been happening and I need a favor."

I narrowed my eyes at him and found myself crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you need?"

"I need you to observe your teachers," He responded.

"Why?" I asked.

His jaw tightened at this and he ran a hand through his hair. "Can you just do me the favor?"

"I need to know what's going on Zach," I insisted.

"Please," he begged. "If anything weird or suspicious happens tell me."

"Zach nothing weird is going on," I assured him. "Everything is normal."

"Just be careful, will you?" He requested.

I shook my head. "Zach all the teachers are normal."

He raised an eyebrow at this and slowly began to walk back. "You sure?"

Before I could say anything else he did what Zachary Goode does best, he disappeared without a trace.

I sighed and walked back to my room to find my roommates awake.

"Where were you?" Bex asked, upon my arrival.

I hesitated as I got into bed, before shrugging and saying, "Nowhere."

"You're lying," Bex threw back at me.

"I couldn't sleep so I took a walk," I half-lied.

"That's it?" Macey asked, her eyes staring me down.

"Yep," I nodded. "That's it."

Bex rolled her eyes, still unconvinced, before retreating to her bed. "Good night."



I woke up the next morning thinking about what Zach had said. I wasn't ready to doubt my teachers, the very people that trained me to be the girl that could probably rob a bank blind with her closest teen friends. It didn't add up, but with Zach involved that was expected.

I got ready for class in a flash and headed out the door, Bex at my side.

"Cammie, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I insisted. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Bex tilted her head at me, still not buying my clueless act. "Okay."

I frowned slightly and we continued to walk down the hall to breakfast.

We sat at the table, Bex scarfing down waffle and me picking at my plate of food. Suddenly, a loud voice filled the room and I looked up front.

"Can I get your attention?"

I looked up to see my mom in the front of the room. "We have some big news. I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Dobrev. He will be your new P&E teacher."

A tall, dark haired man wearing a grey pinstripe suit approached the front of the room. "I hope you will all treat Mr. Dobrev with respect," she added nicely.

After the announcement everyone went right back to their food, gossip about the new teacher already beginning to spread.

"So what do you think of our new teacher?" Bex asked.

I glanced at the graven face man and felt a rush of cold fill my body. "He sort of creeps me out."

Bex nodded in agreement before collecting her things. "C'mon, we have to get to class."

She pulled me out of my seat and into the hallway.


After a few classes, Bex and I went to the P&E barn. We saw Mr. Dobrev seated on a chair reading a newspaper, a crowd of girls on the opposite side of the room.

"What's going on?" I asked as we approached them.

"He's been sitting there for 5 minutes," Tina answered.

"He's supposed to be teaching us," I frowned.

Bex narrowed her eyes and glared at Mr. Dobrev. "He will."

And then she did the thing that I would never be able to do; she walked up to Mr. Dobrev and took away his newspaper.

"Um…aren't you supposed to be teaching us?" she asked, an innocent smile on her face.

He smirked and snatched the newspaper back from her hands. He stood up and walked to the line of girls.

"Partner up," he instructed.

The girls immediately scrambled and found partners right away.

"Now," he clasped his hands together and grinned. "I want you to try to knock over your opponent."

"What's the point in this?" Tina asked.

His grin grew and he shrugged. "I'd prefer it if you kept your questions to a minimum."

Bex and I exchanged a look at this.

"Where did you use to work?" She asked suddenly.

"Somewhere," he countered.

"You didn't exactly answer the question," Bex pointed out.

"No more questions. Plus, it's not important," he replied.

Mr. Dobrev gave us one final look before walking back to his chair and sitting down.

"There's something off about him," I declared.

"Yep," Bex agreed. "And I want to find out what it is."


The day went by quick after that and soon I found myself lying in bed once again. I sighed and shifted on my mattress, before tossing aside my comforter and leaving the room.

As I walked down the halls, I immediately spotted Zach by the main staircase.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"You should know the answer to that by now," he smirked.

"Look, I thought you were just being paranoid about what you said earlier, but there is something weird about our new teacher," I said.

He frowned, no words able to leave his lips.

I sighed and said the thing I thought he wanted me to say, the phrase he always expected and had now grown accustomed to.

"You were right."

I waited, expecting him to flash his signature smirk, but instead he said the few words I thought I'd never hear Zachary Goode say. "No, I wasn't."