"What are you guys talking about?" I ask.
They all look at each other, then Miles says to them, "It's not a secret. She lives with Braden. He pops that shit like candy."
"You mean Adderall?" I ask.
"Shut up," Wyatt whispers. "You don't fucking call it that. You want to get us in trouble?"
"What do you call it?"
"Juice. Caffeine. Energy shot. We change it up but we never use the actual name." Miles leans over to me. "Could you get me some? Braden keeps it in his bathroom."
"Not anymore. Now he keeps it in the kitchen."
"The kitchen?" Dante laughs. "He doesn't keep that shit in the kitchen."
"That's where I found it."
"Braden didn't put it there," Wyatt says. "He keeps that shit in his room. Hides it in an aspirin bottle."
"Blue pills, right?" I ask. "With markings on them?"
"Blue?" Wyatt looks at Miles. "Since when is he using the blue ones?"
"Beats me," Miles says.
"They're not blue?" I ask.
"The high strength ones are," Dante says. "But we don't use that shit. It fucks with your heart. We do the lower strength ones. They're white."
"The pills I found were blue," I say.
"Maybe it's something else." Wyatt gets up. "I have to stop at my locker. See you guys at practice."
As the rest of them get up to leave, my mind goes back to those pills. They were definitely blue and Brock confirmed they were Adderall or some other kind of amphetamine.
The bell goes off and I go to English. Ms. Pruitt is still out. I should go visit her. I want to know what's going on. Did Principal Edwards really force her out so he could replace her with some hot young teacher?
After school, Trystan leaves on time for once. As we're driving home, I get a text that looks like spam with just some numbers and dashes and a message that says 'open me for the truth'.
"What are you looking at?" Trystan asks.
"This text I got. I think it's a scam. It wants me to click on a link."
"Don't do it. You'll get a virus."
I go to delete it but accidentally click the link instead. "Shit, I just clicked it."
"Is it porn?" He reaches for my phone. "Let me see."
"It's not porn," I say, looking at the screen. "It looks like a video."
"Of what?"
"A Twisted Pine football game," I say, noticing the uniforms on the players.
"Why would someone send you that?"
"They wouldn't. It must've been meant for someone else."
