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The school is filled with seniors, teachers, and even some parents that came to help monitor tonight’s sleepover. Everybody is supposed to sleep in the gym, but people are scattered everywhere.

There is a movie marathon going on in the gym, we can play different board games in classrooms, they even pulled table tennis out of the storage room, but there is no beer to play beer pong with so it’s mostly left alone. Loud music is blaring in the hallways and people are walking around in the groups.

Girls are dressed in all kinds of skimpy PJ’s, parading around like it’s summer and this is a pool party.

“This is boring,” Andrew whines loud enough for half of the gym to hear him.

When we get to the school we first go to the gym to leave our sleeping bags, but since then we didn’t move anywhere else. The twins were waiting for us in the parking lot, so there was no escaping them, and all of them seemed content with staying in the gym and watching aHarry Pottermarathon.

Amelia and Brook are so focused on the movie you’d think they never watched it before. Jeanette is lying in her sleeping bag playing with her iPhone, headphones in her ears, while her brother is sitting next to her bag looking somewhere between Brook and Amelia.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t pinpoint which one of them he is looking so intensively at. I would have said Amelia, but after a few stare-offs he and Brook had… well, I’m not so sure. The possibility that it’s Amelia pisses me off, but on the other hand, if it’s Brook, then the guy is doomed. Totally fucked up.

I’ve known Brook Taylor for as long as I’ve known Amelia. She keeps to herself and she rarely even speaks. But when she does, she’s one feisty little thing and for some reason she hates Sanders’ guts. Yeah, I’ve heard all about their confrontation on the first day of school.Everybodyheard about it. Even if you don’t want to know, news always finds a way to get to you in this town. And after seeing them today yelling and glaring at each other, I can’t not notice that there is something between those two, however bizarre it may seem.

“Then go somewhere else,” I mutter giving him a warning glance. Andrew is lying on his back on his sleeping bag looking at the ceiling.

“When do you think it was the last time they cleaned dust around here?”

My eyebrows rise at his stupid question, not believing he actually asked that kind of thing. How bored do you have to be to notice something like dust on the ceiling of the school gym? And if he is indeed that bored, why doesn’t he go look for one of his go-to girls for little messing around?

“What? You notice different kinds of shit when you are bored.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I mutter and return my eyes to the movie playing on the wall and Amelia sitting in front of me.

She braided her hair before leaving the house, but she didn’t change which means she is still wearing one of her big hoodies and leggings with those weird, slipper-like boots girls like to wear. All the guys we passed by were staring at her legs and ass and I had to glare at them to stop them from undressing her in their minds. Fucking assholes.

“Yo, Sanders! You up for some fun?” Andrew calls him, but this time a bit quieter.

“What do you have in mind?”

I look between the two of them. Andrew’s green eyes have that special glimmer in them which is always there when he is up to no good. His lips curl in his well-known, mischievous smile. “Get the girls. We’ll meet you in the library.”

“Who are …,” I don’t get to finish my question before he shakes Jeanette’s legs making her jump in surprise.

“What do you think you-” She pops on her elbow, grey eyes throwing daggers at him.

“Get up, princess.” He gets up on his feet and stands behind her, pulling her up. “We are going to have some fun.”

Amelia

“Where are we going,” I ask the guys who are walking quickly in front of us. God only knows where are they taking us. Every once in a while they would look around, presumably looking for any sign of adults being around, before continuing down the empty hallway.

We are all supposed to be in the gym and classrooms around it, so the further we move from the gym, less people are out in the hallways. The music and chatter are only a distant sound and the light in the hallways is so dimmed it’s almost non-existent.

“To the library,” Max whispers giving me short glance over his shoulder before his eyes concentrate on the path down the hallway. Their nervousness is making me jittery.

“Why are we going to the library?” I furrow in confusion.

As far as I know, the library is off limits to students during the night. When we got here, a teacher at the registration desk gave us a program of activities that are going on tonight, but there was no mention of the library.

“Andrew was bored and had some idea so he said to come.” Derek shrugs like it’s not a big deal. And for him, it probably isn’t because it seems like the two of them are getting friendly. But I’m sure the invitation doesn’t extend to me or Brook. It’s not like we hang out all the time.

My eyes move to Brook, hoping to get her opinion, but she doesn’t look back. She’s been sulking next to me with hands crossed over her chest from the moment we entered school.

“You didn’t have to come,” I mutter.

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