A/N:  Blah, blah, blah, HG is not mine…but I wish that it were…

CHAPTER ELEVEN

            Scott was busy unpacking his things.  It was great to be back in his own room.  He felt like he was on top of the world.  He and Shelby were okay, Peter was trusting him again, what more could he ask for? 

            He was in the process of putting his journal back into the drawer of his nightstand when something caught his eye.  He reached to the back of the drawer and touched the large knot hole.  There, behind the piece of wood that kept the hole concealed, was his supply of pot.  Scott glanced around the dorm to make sure no one was watching him.  He had completely forgotten about the pot.  He had hidden it when he was high and it completely slipped his mind when he confessed to Peter where his stash was hidden.  The counselors had searched his room and belongings so many times; they never noticed.  He didn't know what he should do.  Should he tell Peter?  How would the counselors react?  Would they believe that it had just slipped Scott's mind?  Would Peter take away all of the things that Scott had worked so hard to earn back?  More importantly would Shelby believe him?  She had forgiven him for what he had done, but how far could he push the line with her?

            Scott decided to just leave the stash where it was for now.  It's not like he could smoke it, not with the daily drug tests he was still required to take.  And the counselors weren't looking for it.  No, he would leave it where it was.  He wasn't even going to risk getting rid of it.  What if someone walked in while he was in the middle of flushing it or something?  It wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

            He finished unpacking and climbed into bed just as Ezra, Auggie, and David returned from the lodge.  He smiled at them (he was still on shuns and wouldn't risk getting caught talking to them).  The guys said hi and went about getting ready for bed.  Scott turned off his bed side lamp and closed his eyes.  He lay awake for a long time thinking about what he should do.  Finally, a few hours before sunrise, he fell asleep.