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I turn to Misha, sighing. “You should leave. You don’t need to be here,
and she’s going to pull you in if she finds you.”
Since he walked out on Burrowes over a week ago, he hasn’t been back
to school, but I think he was worried about how all this would go down
today and wanted to be here.
He shakes his head. “I don’t care.”
“Well, the police just got here,” Ten informs us.
“The police?” I whisper. “I didn’t think what we did was that bad.”
“No, it’s not for the vandalism. It’s for Trey. A bunch of kids—several
girls—are in the office, ratting him out. I guess the posts got to them.”
“You should really go, then,” I tell Misha.
But just then Principal Burrowes approaches us and my heart skips a
beat.
“Mr. Laurent? Come with me now.”
He stares at her for a moment.
But I jump in. “Why?”
“I think he knows why.”
He hesitates for a moment, and I think he’s going to fight like last time,
but he doesn’t. He takes a step.
“No, no, no…” I burst out. “He didn’t do anything.”
“It’s okay,” he assures under his breath.
But Burrowes interjects, looking at me. “I show you on the log as the
last person, other than the janitor, to sign out and leave the school Friday
evening,” she tells me. “Now that’s not unusual, since you stay late to teach
swim lessons, but then it occurred to me that you have a key. And then I
remembered the company you’ve been suddenly keeping.” She glances at
Misha. “Did you take her key?”
“No!” I answer for him.