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With perfume on it.
“Whose scarf did you try to give me that first week?”
His eyes drop, looking somber. “Annie’s.”
Annie’s? His sister?
And then my eyes go wide, and I turn to him, remembering what I’d
said. “Oh, my God,” I burst out. “Annie. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I
said.”
I cringe at myself. I called her a skank, thinking she was some random
girl who’d left her clothes behind in his truck. Shit.
“It’s okay.” He gives a half-smile. “I know you didn’t know.”
Ugh. I feel sick. I’m the worst.
“Well, you couldn’t give it to me anyway,” I scold. “She’d want it
back.”
He grows quiet, avoiding my eyes.
I’d totally forgot his sister in all the drama. She’s a junior. Where was
she last night? His dad must’ve come home during my nap, because Misha
had to lock the door later on so he wouldn’t walk in on us, but Annie was
never mentioned.
“Mr. Laurent.”
I turn my head to see Principal Burrowes coming down the hallway.
Students move around her, everyone heading to their first class.
“In my office,” she orders. “Now.”
He turns away from her. “No, thanks.”
I stand frozen, watching. Just go, Misha. She’s not going to let him off
the hook, and it’s only going to escalate.
“Now.”
“I’d rather not leave my friend alone when that piece of shit son of
yours is roaming the halls,” he snarls. “Aren’t there laws about sexual