“Mr. Townsend?” Kincaid called over the intercom.
I sucked in a breath, stopping and turning my head to the teacher.
“Yes?” he answered.
I jumped out of Will’s lap and slid into my own seat.
“Would you be so kind as to send the following students to my office when they arrive, please?” Kincaid asked. “Michael Crist, Damon Torrance, Kai Mori, and William Grayson. Thank you.”
“Ohhhhh,” everyone in the class roared.
My pulse jumped, and I looked over at Will as Damon sighed and the other two rose from their seats.
He shook his head, trying to calm me. The crypt. I didn’t even think about that. Everyone would assume it was the Horsemen. Was that why Kincaid was calling them up?
“Take your bags and books with you, just in case,” Townsend told them.
Just in case of what? Expulsion? Arrest?
They trailed in a line across the front of the classroom, toward the door, every single one turning their heads and eyeing me.
A smile curled Damon’s lips as he lifted his finger and wagged it at me.
Kai saw him, breaking out in a laugh as they disappeared through the door, and I didn’t think I blinked for a solid minute.
Shit!
• • •
As soon as class ended, I didn’t turn right like I was supposed to, I didn’t go to my locker to pick up my chem book, and I did not pass Go. I charged into the front office, tempted to go for the front doors instead to check for a police car, but I was already here.
“I need to speak with Mr. Kincaid,” I told the secretary as I placed my hands on the long counter.
She glanced up from the stack of packets she was counting out. “About?”
I opened my mouth, but someone spoke up first.
“She’s not getting in until after me.”
I spun around, seeing Trevor Crist’s hair dripping wet as he held tissues to his nose.
“I’ll wait,” I told the secretary.
I looked over at Kincaid’s door, seeing shadows move behind the frosted glass as my stomach rolled at all the possibilities happening inside. I sat a couple of chairs down from Crist, trying to eavesdrop, but all I could hear was mumbling.
I was tempted to let them take the fall if they offered, because they’d get out of it, and I wouldn’t, but I wasn’t that person.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?” Trevor asked.
I looked over at him, a molecule of sympathy coursing through my body.
But it was just another day in Thunder Bay.
“I don’t really care,” I said. “Sorry.”
I heard him scoff as I watched the shadows move, barely listening as he went on and on.
“Someday, all of this is going to catch up with them,” he spat out.