He suggested we meet in one of the stairwells, but since most of the hall monitors that period were men, I figured the girls’ bathroom was safer. Besides, who would think another guy would risk getting caught there so soon after Dylan was taken away in handcuffs? I waited in the bathroom, checking the hall for any teachers or other students. All clear. Ethan did a walk-by at first, but then he doubled back and slipped into the bathroom. We walked to the last stall again and locked ourselves in. “Stealthy maneuver back there,” I whispered with a hint of a mocking tone. “I wanted to be extra careful. Now, tell me what happened. What did that creep say to you? And why would he corner you in a bathroom?” “Probably for the same reason we’re talking in the bathroom right now. He wanted privacy.” That was the wrong thing to say. Ethan’s face turned red. “Not like that!” I smacked his arm. “He wants to talk to me.” “Why? How do you even know this guy?” Ethan was so worked up he couldn’t keep his hands still.
