The man was looking toward the student parking lot where Carter and Victoria were hiding, and he was clearly checking for lunchtime cutters. Carter hoped he hadn’t seen them.The principal was sometimes tolerant of seniors skipping out during lunch, especially during the spring as graduation approached. It was still August, though, and Carter was still seventeen, and Victoria was a junior, so they were courting serious detention if caught.“Is he coming this way?” Victoria whispered.“I couldn’t tell.” Carter eased his way up the door of the truck and peered through the cab windows, hoping they would make him less visible at a distance. The principal was still looking their way, and Carter tensed up. Then the principal continued on around the corner of the building, out of sight.“He’s gone,” Carter whispered. Victoria had a sly smile, and he thought she was enjoying this, sneaking out of school and the risk of getting into trouble. He wasn’t particularly enjoying it, except for seeing her smile.“Should we go?”
