Page 208 of Out of Bounds

Ryan sighed and made a right, driving deeper into Marrs campus. I threw a grin at him.

“Thanks, ball dribbler.”

"I owe you one, art girl. I figured it’s time to deliver."

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Ryan

Breaking And Entering Again

The walk inside the art building was easier than I thought it’d be. The doors were unlocked—why were the doors unlocked? But the answer became apparent once Adam tried any other door to poke his way through. The building itself was unlocked but every other door didn’t have easy access. And all of the available chairs, coffee tables, and lamps were chained down in a locked receptionist’s room.

"Man, if we were robbing this place, this would suck.” Adam sighed. “Wait, we are robbing this place."

The girls stopped at the foot of the stairs and Kassie shifted the Romans’ cap, further covering up her hair. "We’re going to grab everything from upstairs. We’ll be back, okay?"

"Don’t take too long."

A soft smile touched her face and my chest squeezed. "I won’t. Promise."

At least Adam had the restraint to wait until the footsteps faded and a door closed behind them before he turned to me. "Ipwomise."

I rolled my eyes.

"King? Do youpwomise?"

He grinned. "I don’t know Adam, do youpwomise?"

"Shhh." I snapped up and gazed down the dark hallway. The hairs on the back of my neck rose.

It was after seven. The place was empty.

I took a careful step back, King joined me, but I had to grab the back of Adam’s shirt and yank him toward the wall. The footsteps paused but resumed, definitely in our direction.

Even with the lights off, the emergency signs still beamed enough.

Shit.

"Mr. Cross?" The last person in the world that I would’ve expected stepped down the hall, shuffling papers between his hands. Mr. Ishisaka peered up at the three of us, three Marrs University football players, hanging out in his building after dark.

I stared, dumbfounded. "Mr. Ishisaka?"

"What’re you…doing?"

"We’re—uh—we’re waiting for Kassie." I stopped myself, mind whirling. "See, she’s got to pick something up for work—"

"With the university?"

His joy stopped me and I breathed out a sigh of relief. Nodding, I grinned. "That’s right."

"I was so proud. I’ve seen the cuts she’s working on."

Adam tilted away from King. "That’s our illustrator-in-chief."

"Illustrator—oh, you’re the other boy in the cut!"

"Boy?"

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