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“Where is it?”

“In my locker. I don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s just his eyeglass case,” I said as Shane started to turn away.

“Shh,” he said as he locked his eyes on mine. “You talk too much.”

Shane grabbed my arm again and led me towards my locker. When we got there, he looked around and then yanked on the dangling combination lock like he expected it to magically open for him.

“Open it,” he grumbled.

My fingers trembled as I turned the dial. I was still having a hard time concentrating after his kiss. All I could think about was the warmth of his lips, and how demanding his tongue was.

I opened my locker and pulled down Seth’s case. Shane took it, looked around quickly, then motioned for me to step closer. He must have known what to expect and was shielding the contents in case someone walked past. As he opened it, the strong tobacco scent sprang forward again.

“Holy shit! I knew he was dealing,” Shane said.

“Dealing? Tobacco? I thought kids bought cigarettes all the time without any problem. Why would they want loose tobacco?”

“Are you for real? You can’t possibly be that naive.” Shane’s eyes squinted and his brow wrinkled as he searched my face. He shook his head slightly. “No wonder you’re the princess. Princess Rosalie. What kind of name is that anyway? Rosalie. It suits you though, you’re out of touch just like an old lady.”

I swiped the case from his hands and slammed it shut. He didn’t need to tell me it wasn’t tobacco anymore. I was smart enough to figure it out from his reaction—Seth gave me pot, a lot of it.

“Well excuse me for not recognizing drugs when I see them,” I said, feeling nervous again. “And I love my name. I was named after my grandmother and I have a lot of memories of her. My name makes me feel closer to her. Not that you’d care about any of that.”

With the case in my hands, I walked towards the garbage can at the entrance of the cafeteria. Shane’s boots thudded behind me until I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I turned to face him, ready to give him hell, but the expression on his face told me he was sincere.

“I know what it’s like to be close to your grandmother. And to miss her,” he said quietly.

“Fine, whatever. Let’s just forget about it.”

With his head hanging down, he nodded. I waited for him to meet my gaze, but he wouldn’t look at me. Hearing him mention his own grandmother made me realize how little we knew about each other.

Glancing up at the clock, I saw the period was almost over. I had to get rid of the pot. Seth gave it to me for a reason and there was no way I was taking the fall for it. It could ruin my chances for getting into college.

Shane grabbed my arm as I started walking back towards the cafeteria.

“Where do you think you’re going with that?” he asked.

“The garbage. I’m throwing it away.”

“Are you crazy? You can’t just throw away that much pot.”

“Why? Because you want to smoke it?”

“No, because someone will find it. I bet Seth heard they’re doing a search today. That’s why he gave it to you, he didn’t want to get caught.”

“Then what do I do with it? Should I take it to the principal’s office?”

“No, they’ll never believe it’s not yours. And you want to go to college, right? You’re never getting in with a record. Give it to me. I’ll take care of it.”

As he took the case from me, the bell sounded and the hall filled with people. One of Shane’s friends, Warren, walked past and held his hand up to high-five Shane.

“New addition to the club?” Warren asked as he nodded in my direction.

“Nah man, that’s not even funny. She’s no one,” Shane said.

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