I was sitting at a table in the library for study hall when Cross walked in. He pulled his hood down over his face.
Oh yeah. He was still hung over.
“Mr. Shaw.” Mr. Penski’s voice boomed across the library. “What are you doing in here?”
Cross slowed, raising his head so Penski could see his face better. A slight cocky swagger came out, and he held up a piece of paper. “I’m transferring seventh period, Mr. Penski.”
“Uh-huh.” A scoff of disbelief. Mr. Penski took the piece of paper. His frown moved from Cross to me. “If there’s trouble…”
He let the threat go unsaid, but Cross nodded and headed my way.
He sat across from me, glancing over his shoulder.
Mr. Penski and the librarian were both watching.
I understood why.
If something happened to one of us, the other would jump in to he
