Molly continued, “I don’t know. I just…knew you wouldn’t turn on me like them. You’re not like that.”
“I’m a bitch.”
“Yeah. You’re a bitch to them. You’re a bitch to who deserves it. Not me. Not Angela or Kayden. You’re anything but a bitch to us.” Molly wiped away a tear at the corner of her eye.
I was at a loss for words. My throat suddenly tightened.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, I muttered, “I…I gotta go. See you tomorrow.”
When I got to my locker, the hallways were completely empty, which was a good thing. I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn’t need to get into anything with anyone.
“Hey.” I was tapped from behind.
Turning, I saw Props standing, looking aggrieved. It was the only word I could think of to describe him.
“Hi.”
He handed me a flash drive. Gesturing to it, he said, “That’s for you. Everything. All trails, all traces, everything. Where each and every account wound up at.”
I was surprised. It had been a day. Within twenty-four hours, he had everything I asked for.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, well,” he shuffled slightly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “you get what I wanted?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah. You’re taking her to a concert at the Seven8 on Friday.”
“Oh yeah. Third Wave. They’re Aidrian’s favorite.”
This guy was a littler stalkerish.
“Um…yeah. I told her you’d show up with the tickets on Friday.”
“How’d you get her to agree to it, man? I mean, I never thought…you know.” He was excited and riding a wave of insomnia no doubt.
“I have to get the tickets first, but be ready Friday. I’ll get directions and her phone number—”
“Already have it. I know where she lives too.”
“Oh…um…okay.”
“The concert starts at eight, so I can pick her up at six-thirty.” The dude was all business now. He was gleaming.
“Alright, I’ll pass the message.” Then off he went, bouncing in the hallway giddily.
Just then a wave of students came back in from outside. The pep rally must’ve finished because lockers were quickly thrown open and bags were all grabbed. Every football player looked on a mission as they grabbed their stuff and darted back out to the parking lot. Their Greyhound must’ve been waiting.
I caught a glimpse of Mandy through the crowd. She was bouncing up and down, probably on a high from the pep rally. She threw her arms around Devon and gave him a long kiss.
Then my eyes trailed over their shoulders and met Tray’s. He’d been watching me and was walking towards me.
I grabbed my purse and nudged my locker door shut, slipping the flash drive into my front-pocket.
“Hey,” Tray greeted, standing a few feet away.