Sorry I haven't updated...I been busy with my jobs and I've been traveling a lot. Tomorrow I'm gonna be at one of the biggest events of the year which is WrestleMania. Got the best seat in town! Can't wait. Anyway Back to the story

"Can I help you?"

I forced myself to smile at the front office secretary hoping I didn't look as dishonest as I felt. "I have a prescription I take daily at school, and my friend..."

My voice caught on the word, and I wondered if after school I would ever feel like calling Kendall my friend again.

"...my friend informed me that I'm supposed to register it with the nurse. Do you know if that's correct?" I couldn't believe I was standing here, intending to do something illegal. As of late, I was exhibiting a lot of uncharacteristic behavior. First I'd followed Carlos to a disreputable arcade late at night. Now I was on the verge of snooping in his student file. What was the matter with me? No...what was the matter with Carlos, that it came to him, I couldn't seem to stop exercising bad judgement.

"Oh yes." the secretary said solemnly."All drugs need to be registered. Nurse's office is back through there, third door on the left, across from student files." She gestured into the hallway behind her. "If the nurse isn't there, you can take a seat on the cot inside her office. She should be back any minute."

I fabricated another smile. I'd really hoped it wouldn't be this easy.

Heading down the hall, I stopped several times to check over my shoulder. Nobody came up behind me. The phone out in the front office was ringing, but it sounded a world apart from the dim corridor where I stood. I was all alone, free to do as I pleased.

I came to a stop at the third door to the left. I sucked in a breath and knocked, but it was obvious from the darkened window that the room was empty. I pushed on the door. It moved with reluctance, creaking open on a compact room with scuffed white tiles. I stood in the entrance a moment, almost wishing the nurse will appear so I'd have no choice but to register my iron pills and leave. A quick glance across the hall revealed a door with a window marked Student Records. It was too dark.

I focused my attention on a nagging thought at the back of my mind. Carlos claimed that he hadn't gone to school last year. I was pretty sure he was lying, but if he wasn't, would he even have a student record? He'd have a home address at the very least, I reasoned. And an immunization card, and last semester's grades. Still. Possible suspension seemed like a large price to pay for a peek at Carlos immunization card.

I leaned one shoulder against the wall and checked my watch. Kendall had told me to wait for his signal. He said it would be obvious.

Great.

The phone in the front office rang again, and the secretary picked up.

Chewing my lip, I stole a second glimpse at the door labeled Student Records. There was a good chance it was locked. Student files were probably considered high security. It didn't matter what kind of diversion Kendall created;if the door was locked, I wasn't getting in.

I shifted my backpack to the opposite shoulder. Another minute ticked down. I told myself maybe I should leave...

On the other hand, what if Kendall was right and he was stalking me? As his bio partner, regular contact with him could place me in danger. I had responsibility to protect myself...didn't I?

If the door was unlocked and the files were alphabetized, I would have no trouble locating Carlos quickly. Add another few seconds to skim his file for red flags, and I could probably be in and out of the room in under a minute. Which was so brief it might not feel like I'd entered at all.

Things had grown unusually quiet out in the front office. Suddenly Kendall rounded the corner. He edged down the wall toward me, walking in a crouch, dragging her hands along the wall, stealing surreptitious glances over her shoulder. It was the kind of walk spies adopted in old movies.

"Everything is under control," he whispered.

"What happened to the secretary?"

"She had to leave the office for a minute."

"Had to? You didn't incapacitate her, did you?"

"Not this time."

Thank goodness for small mercies.

"I called a bomb threat from the pay phone outside," Kendall said. "The secretary dialed the police, then ran off to find the principle."

"Kendall!"

He tapped my wrist. "Clock's ticking. We don't want to be in here when cops arrive."

Tell me about it.

Kendall and I sized up the door to the student records.

"Move over," Kendall said, giving me his hip.

He drew his sleeve down over his fist and drilled it into the window. Nothing happened.

"That was for practice," he said. He drew back for another punch and I grabbed his arm.

"It might be unlocked." I turned the knob and door swung open.

"That wasn't near as much fun." said Kendall.

A matter of .

"You go in," Kendall instructed. "I'm going to keep surveillance. If all goes well, we'll rendezvous in an hour. Meet me at the Mexican restaurant on the corner of Drake and Beech." he crouch-walked back down the hall.

I left standing half in, half out of the narrow room lined wall to wall with filing cabinets. Before conscience talked me out of it, I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, pressing my back against it.

With a deep breath I slouched off my backpack and hurried forward, dragging my finger along the faces of cabinets. I found the drawer marked Gar-Guv. With one tug the drawer rattled open. The tabs on the files were labeled by hand, and I wondered if Coldwater High was the last school in the country not computerized.

My eyes brushed over the name "Garcia."

I wrenched the file crammed drawer. I held it in my hands a moment, trying to convince myself there was nothing too wrong with what I was about to do. So what if there was private information inside? As Carlos biology partner, I had the right to know these things.

Outside voices filled the hall.

I fumbled the file open and immediately flinched. It didn't make any sense.

The voices advanced.

I shoved the file randomly inside the drawer and gave it a push, sending it rattling back into the cabinet. As I turned, I froze. On the other side of the window, the principle stopped mid-stride, his gaze latching onto me.

Whatever he'd been saying to the group, which probably consisted of every major player on the school's faculty, trailed off.

"Excuse me a moment," I heard him say. The group continued hustled forward. He did not.

He opened the door. "This area is off-limits to students."

I tried a helpless face. "I'm so sorry. I'm trying to find the nurse's office. The secretary said third door on the right, but I think I miscounted..." I threw my hands up. "I'm lost."

Before he respond, I tugged at the zipper on my backpack. "I'm supposed to register these. Iron pills," I explained. "I'm anemic."

He studied me for a moment, his brow creasing. I thought I could see him weighing his option: stick around and deal with me, or deal with a bomb threat. he jerked his chin out the front door. "I need you to exit the building immediately."

He propped the door wide and I ducked out under his arm, my smile collapsing.

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