I almost spill my milk everywhere as I spin to look up at Kent.
“Shut up!” I whisper angrily, glancing back at the door. “They’ll hear you –“
“They?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow and looking at Daniel’s door.
“Come on!” I hiss, throwing my shoulder against his side, trying to herd him towards my room, to get him away from Daniel’s door before it opens and Daniel sees us both standing here.
Kent laughs a little at my wasted effort to get him to move – we both know I couldn’t budge him an inch if he didn’t want to go – but after a moment he allows himself to be shepherded out of the hall and through my open door, which I press my back against to close. I flinch as my lock clicks shut, desperately hoping that Daniel and Jerome didn’t hear us.
“Well, Fay,” Kent’s voice says, and I loo
