I was right.
As soon as we swept into the library, I spotted Cross at the desk. He turned as we approached, and Mr. Bro groaned at the same time Becca ground to a halt.
“Oh my,” she said. “Is that what high schoolers look like nowadays?” She narrowed her eyes, as if musing to herself. “Then again…”
“Mr. Shaw.” Principal Broghers’ shoulders rose, held, and fell. So dramatic. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in class?”
Cross left the desk, stepping to the side so he could see me better.
Mr. Bro stepped between us. “I don’t think so. Miss Monroe is here to assist Rebecca today. She’s been excused from her classes.”
Cross’ eyebrows shot up. “She has?”
“I have?” I echoed.
Becca stood silently, taking it all in.
“Mr. Shaw. The reason you’re here. I’m waiting for it.”
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