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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |

Sean's still avoiding me and I'm relieved to know that I don't really care what he does at this point. It's best if we don't face each other.

On the other hand, I've got business to do.

"I need cover," I whisper to Riley.

She gives me a questioning look, asking what I'm going to do.

"Just come on." I nudge her and we both stand up from our chairs.

Riley announces to the rest of our friends at the cafeteria table that we're heading to the washroom.

"So?" She starts, getting in step beside me. "Who's in trouble?"

"We need to find Denys."

She furrows her eyebrows. "The junkie?"

I nod.

"What did he do?" She asks.

"Nothing yet," I respond. "I need him to do something."

"Do what?"

"You'll see."

"Holly." Riley stops me. She gives me a skeptical look. "Denys is bad news. Like the worst kind. What do you need him for?"

"You don't trust me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I—" She bites her lip. "I just don't want you to do something seriously bad."

"Don't worry," I assure her. "It's only for someone who deserves it."

She continues giving me her unsure look but steps out of my way.

We resume walking to find Denys.

After fifteen minutes of checking every corner of the school, we finally find him outside the back.

"Stand watch," I tell Riley.

She shoots a look towards Denys which shows how much she doesn't want me talking to him. But she obliges anyway and heads inside the school to guard the door and warn me if anyone's coming outside.    

I look at Denys and find his black eyes already staring at me.

He's leaning against the wall, a joint in his mouth. His gaze flicks down from up, taking me in. Smoke puffs out of his mouth when his eyes find mine again.

I stride towards him, a grin sliding onto my face. "Smoking on school grounds is against the rules."

He takes a long drag of his joint then blows out smoke in the direction of my face, making a point that he doesn't care. I close my eyes, resisting the urge to cough.

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