2:29 AM

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Greyson?" I whisper as I walk around the hall. It's stupid to whisper. Greyson said that he'd distract Ms. Rollins. Colton's trailing behind me. He keeps tripping on my feet.

"Why do you trust that piece of shit?" Colton whispers to me.

"Shut up," I mutter. Greyson said that we could sneak off once he distracted her. That's literally all he said. I haven't figured out yet if she's distracted. "We should grab our stuff," I mutter to him. He nods and we turn the hall to get to the supply room. I grab my bag and Colton stiffens when we hear a noise coming from a room down the hall. I look at him and shrug.

"Should we check it out?" Colton asks. I nod. Colton grabs his bag and we creep down the hall. Colton pushes the door open slowly. "Holy shit," Colton whispers.

Holy fucking shit is right.

Greyson has Ms. Rollins pushed against the wall. They're in a heavy makeout session, both mouths opened wide. Her blazer is discarded and Greyson's hands are inside of her slacks. Her hands are under his shirt.

Colton and I look at each other. He opens his mouth to say something, but I grab his arm and drag him out. I push the door gently shut. I drag Colton up a flight of steps before I say anything.

"Holy shit," Colton says says again. "I guess that works as a distraction."

"Yeah, don't say anything to anyone about what we just saw," I tell him. He shrugs. "Did you get a ride from your mom or did you ride your motorcycle to school?" I ask him.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because we're driving to my cabin and we need to get on the road. So I need to know if you need to drop your motorcycle off," I explain.

"I got a ride from Ma. I don't get to grab anything do I?" he asks as we walk into the nearly empty parking lot.

"Nope," I say. I unlock my car and slide into the driver's seat. Colton grabs shotgun.

"Are we gonna stay over night?" he asks.

"Why do you have so many questions? But we'll probably end up spending the night," I tell him. He nods and smiles. With his fucking dimples.

I pull out of the parking lot. "So, that was some interesting stuff that happened back there," Colton says. I shoot him a look. He throws his hands up in the air and then leans forward and turns on the radio.

A catch a whiff of his scent. Shit, I keep forgetting how good he smells. He says something, but I don't hear him since I'm too concentrated on how good he smells. "Huh?" I ask. He runs a hand through his hair.

"I said I was sorry for ripping your shirt," Colton repeats.

"Oh, well, you're still a dick," I say. I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

The next fifteen minutes pass in silence. It's seems tense and I can't seem to figure out why. Colton talks first. "So, what are we going to do at your cabin?" he asks.

"Set up for my dad's birthday. He and Mother are driving up tomorrow. We just have to grab snacks and shit, and get everything ready. We haven't been there for a little while, so we might have to do some slight cleaning," I tell Colton.

"Sounds good." He looks at me and I meet his gaze. "Except, are they okay with you and me...you know...what are they going to think when they get up to the cabin and find their teenage daughter already there with a boy, and they presumably spent the night together?"

Oh.

"Uh," I start. "You can stay in a cheap hotel room." Colton laughs.

"I'll only do that if you stay with me," he says. I roll my eyes.