Chapter 8
Rosalie picked up the bathroom pass from the back of the art room as she slipped out of her fourth period.
She snorted to herself as she ran down the hall to reach her destination. She still couldn't believe Mrs. Cope demanded that the passes were used. What were they? Five?
She passed by the girls' room, and after a quick glance around – her eyes darting from side to side as she looked – she stepped into the boys' room.
"Emmett, are you in here?" She asked in a harsh, half-whisper, even as she shoved the tall trashcan under the bathroom doorknob.
One of the stall doors banged open, causing her to whip around, her hand flying to her chest.
"Of course I'm here, but one of these times someone else is going to be in here too, and then you're going to be in deep shit." He smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest.
At fifteen, he was the oldest student in school. He was also the hottest thing to walk the halls.
There was only one small problem with him...
"Do you have the test answers?" She pulled her small stack of twenties out of her pocket.
"Of course, when do I not?" He handed her a set of papers as she passed him the cash.
The problem was, he was the principal's son.