Hannah was just ahead of me. I couldn’t suppress a grin as I watched her kiss her fingers and press them to the Dean Winchester poster that decorated the inner door of her locker. She was so in love with him. With a sigh she slammed the sticky door until the latch caught, then started to walk on. I stopped her with a shout that felt strangely out of place among the whispers that dogged my heels. “Hey, Tay.” Hannah gave me a tight smile and chewed the purple tips of her hair. “Did you hear?” “Hear what?” “There’re policemen in Mr Barnes’ office.” She cut her eyes in the direction of the closed door. “So?” I stowed a few books from my bag and glowered at Justin’s dogs, who were blocking most of the lockers. “They’re probably here for a safety talk or something.” Hannah shook her head. “I saw them arrive; Mr Barnes was surprised to see them.” “Oh. Then it’s probably drugs.” The idea brought a smirk to my lips and I glanced at the obvious candidates: James and Harley.
