Now we were nothing.

  “Hey, Taz.”

  She stopped before going into her own stall, noted where I was standing, and raised her eyebrows. “You okay?”

  I’d forgotten what I was going to do.

  “Yeah. I’m good.”

  Taz gave me another smile and went into her stall.

  I moved inside mine, and a second later, her voice came through the room. “Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

  The weekend. Shit. I usually did, but that was before my crew broke up.

  Now, “Not really. You?”

  Her toilet flushed—when had she even pissed? A beat later, her door opened, and she went out to the sink. Me, I was still standing just inside my door. I hadn’t even closed it behind me, so here we go I guess. I nudged it back open, edging farther out as she washed her hands. Her eyes found mine in the mirror.

  An emotion flickered in them, and oh no.

  I was already readying myself, because whatever that was, I didn’t like it. My gut was tightening up.

  “You know, I heard that Zeke Allen from Fallen Crest Academy is probably going to throw a rager. They party almost every night over there.”

  I wanted to snort in disgust, or at least disdain. I didn’t.

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded, finishing up drying her hands, and stepped back from the sink. “Where are your guys? Usually they’d be out in the hall if you’re in here.”

  There was the whole gut tightening again. Right there.

  I jerked a shoulder up. “They’re out doing their thing. I’ll catch up with them later.”

  “Are you dating one of them? Monica mentioned that one time.”

  “Monica doesn’t know anything.”

  She was referring to one of her friends, who truly didn’t know shit.

  “Oh.”

  Those eyes of hers. Tawny and hazel, and there’s a reason she and her brother were some of the most ridiculously good-looking people in our school. It wasn’t fair. But the kindness and concern were what was really setting my teeth on edge.

  I didn’t need her pity.

  “Anyways,” I blasted her with a bright, but dismissive smile, “I gotta go to the bathroom. So…” Enough said. I moved inside my stall, shut the door, and sat. Then I waited.

  That was rude.

  I was feeling like an asshole, but a moment later she was edging for the door. She was going slow, and that tugged at me because Taz Shaw wasn’t known for moving at a slow pace. She bounced. She hurried. She darted. She didn’t move slow, and she wasn’t my friend.

  The door swished open and closed, and I cursed under my breath.

  But, what? Go and attend a rich asshole’s party tonight as a tagalong? I wasn’t a tagalong. I’d never been a tagalong, and fuck if I was going to become one.

  But because my day was still in the toilet (lame humor), that didn’t mean I couldn’t mess someone else’s day up, too.

  I found the drugs, but I didn’t hide them. I flushed them.

  Then I went to my last detention of my high school career, and that sucked too.

  I wished I hadn’t flushed the drugs.

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