She feels my forehead with the back of her hand. “Are you sure?”
I playfully push her hand away. “I’m fine. I promise.”
She chews her lip, probably not sure if I’m lying or not, and I don’t blame her. I am acting odd, but she refuses to believe why. I know if I try to tell her about the future again, she’ll push me away, which is the exact opposite of what I want.
“Well, go wait by the front of the school. I’ll come find you in a little bit,” she says.
“I’ll come with you—”
“No,” she says a little too quickly. She closes her locker and takes a step back. “It won’t take long.”
Her gaze dips, immediately making me curious. I have a feeling there’s a reason she doesn’t want me to tag along. My stomach twists because I already have an idea of what she’sgoing to do. I don’t want to be right, but I’m almost certain it has something to do with Myles.
“Okay,” I say, but I don’t plan on going to the front of the school.
I wait for Mallory to get ahead enough she won’t notice me following her. She’s about fifteen feet ahead of me, and the top of her head is barely visible through the crowd.
She dips around the corner, and I quicken my pace. I peer around the corner before following her farther.
She walks down to the library. I wait a few minutes and then step inside after her. I cautiously move down the aisles until I spot her at the far back.
My heart plummets as she stands next to Myles.
I hide in the aisle in front of them, peeking over the tops of the books. I hold my breath, determined not to make a sound and give my location away.
“Do you have it?” Mallory asks.
Myles sighs, looking away. “Yeah, I have it.”
She holds out her hand. “Well, where is it?”
He rocks his jaw. “This is the only time I’ll do this for you.”
Do what? What in the world could Mallory possibly want from him? She doesn’t need anyone else’s help. She’s perfect.
Mallory’s face is cold, her eyes focused on him like a target. “We’ll see.”
“No.” Myles shakes his head. “I could get suspended for something like this if I get caught.”
“Well, would you rather me tell your coach what you did?”
My jaw falls. Is my sister blackmailing him? And what did he do? Is that why he pushed Mallory? It seems like a petty reason to hurt someone.
My mind is spinning. I want to jump out of hiding and ask a million questions, but I control myself. I bite my tongue because I have to see what happens next.
Myles reaches into the inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a piece of paper that looks oddly familiar. The way it’s folded solidifies in my mind that it’s the same paper I saw him copying from Mrs. Humphrey’s room.
Why does Mallory need that?
My mouth goes dry and I’m queasy.
My sister is a rule follower. She’s the girl everyone looks up to as a role model. My father can’t go an entire conversation without bragging about her to everyone he knows.
So why does she need a paper from Myles?
“You didn’t tell Emma about this, did you?” Myles asks.
I jump at the mention of my name, almost knocking over a book.
