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predators not allowed to be within a certain number of feet from a school?”
Anger mars her face. “If I have to ask again, I’m calling the police.”
“Mi—Masen,” I corrected myself. “Just go.”
Burrowes puts her hand on his back and gestures for him to move.
But he whips away from her touch, scowling. “Fuck you.” He glares at
her and then turns to me. “I’m leaving. I’m done here. I’ll be at the Cove
after school.”
“What?” I exclaim.
He kisses me on the forehead and shoots Burrowes one last look before
walking down the hall and back out the front door. I look around and see
that other students are watching the exchange.
Burrowes meets my eyes briefly, but she doesn’t go after him. Turning
around, she walks back down the hallway and disappears into the throng of
bodies rushing to class.
Misha’s gone, and I’m a little pissed he’d rather leave school and me
than deal with her. If he moves back to Thunder Bay, I’ll barely see him. At
least until summer break.
What the hell’s going on with him?
And now that I finally slow down enough to think about it, he still
hasn’t answered all of my questions.
Why is here? Why did Trey have his watch? And why is he staying at
the Cove?
Everyone heads to their next class or into lunch, and I stand next to the
water fountain, filling up my water bottle. I don’t feel like braving the
cafeteria today, even though I’m a little hungry.