Chapter 37

Suddenly Stacy realized he’d left his notebook in his locker. “Shit,” he muttered, turning around. His locker wasn’t that far, just down the hall, he could run and get his stuff and be back before—

The bell rang shrilly. A couple straggling students raced into the room and scrambled for seats before they could be considered late. Not wanting Darian to look up and see him standing stupidly in the middle of the class, Stacy ran for the first stool he saw, near the front. Breathless, he slid into the seat and gave the girl beside him a strained smile. “Hey.”