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Chapter 39
Astrid
I lie in bed in my nylon tracksuit, fully dressed, until I hear Roni softly snoring. Slowly, I pull back my comforter but freeze for a moment when I think I hear her move. False alarm. She wouldn’t snitch, but I’m avoiding all unnecessary risks. The fewer people that know, the better. I slip out of the room into the dark hallway and listen for odd sounds. No one is around as expected, and the campus is so quiet it’s creepy. Rawlins issued a statement that was read aloud in all our classes. A curfew will be strictly enforced until further notice. One of our teachers was caught with his dick out, and it’s the students who are now being punished.
Wyatt and I know how to sneak around, so we have no problem dodging security on the way to Oberlin Hall. What we aren’t expecting is to find the outside door locked. We move away from the overhead light and huddle by the base of an old oak tree, seeking shelter from the cold and the patrolling guards.
Wyatt dims his phone and taps the screen. “I sent Pierce a text. He’ll get us in.”
My shoulders sag as my body shakes from the cold air seeping into my thin clothes. Wyatt pulls me into his arms, and he shouldn’t be much warmer than me, but he is. Closing my eyes, I snuggle next to him, pushing my body up close to his warmth as his breath hitches. It feels better than sex, having him hold me when I need him.
“Astrid, I love you,” he whispers. “And that will never change.”
I look into his dark eyes, connecting with mine, but I can’t say the words back, not while the others are very much in my mind. So, I kiss Wyatt instead, my lips tight on his mouth, taking in every bit of him because I love him. I love all of them.
“Nice,” a voice says above us. We part, and I scramble out of Wyatt’s grasp as Pierce glares down at us. “Is that how you kill time?”
Ignoring him, Wyatt jumps to his feet and reaches for my hand. Instead of taking it, I hurry past them, moving quickly toward Oberlin. Before the door shuts behind us, someone on the other side yanks it open, and we freeze, waiting to get caught like dumb lumps. Justin slips into the building dressed in his black turtleneck and navy school trousers, his long hair covered by a knit cap.
“What are you doing here?” Pierce scowls at him, but Justin heads for the staircase.
“I know what to look for,” he whispers, “you don’t.”
Single file, we follow behind Pierce down the stairs, heading for the office. He stops short and swears under his breath as we hold our bodies still and watch down the dark hallway. My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I see it. A beam of light sweeps into the hall and then disappears. The office door is wide open.
“This is bullshit,” I whisper harshly as I push past Pierce. He tries to grab hold of my arm, but I march down the hall and straight into Getz’s office. The shadow in the corner stops moving, and I take out my phone, shining my flashlight into Bryce’s face.
He shields his eyes with his hand. “I thought I should help.” His eyes widen, then narrow as Justin and Pierce enter the room behind Wyatt. Why did they bother making me choose when they were all planning to show up? Was it a test to see who I would pick?
“How’d you get in?” Pierce hisses at Bryce.
“I climbed through a window, buttercup.”
“Shut up,” snarls Wyatt, “Mouths shut and eyes open.”
After forty minutes, we don’t find anything hidden in the office that could link the Pit to Getz. But the shit we do find tells us he is one sick old perv. Actual photos and old magazines of every fetish anyone could think of stashed away in his files. I stare in amazement at a photo of a woman with her legs bent and tucked behind her ears. She’s staring at the camera while two old men spit roast her in that contorted position. I toss the photo away as if she’s watching me watch her.
“What the fuck is wrong with this old dude?” Pierce holds up a rubber dildo that’s wider than his thigh. “Should he be around children?”
“You’re no child,” snips Bryce, “and are you sure you want to touch that with your bare hands?”
Pierce winces and tosses the monster dildo up into the air. Grossly, it wiggles as it flies in a perfect arc, landing in Justin’s lap as he sits on the floor, thumbing through papers. Justin shouts, pushing it off him using a piece of paper. He glares at Pierce, who starts to laugh.
“Let’s get out of here,” whispers Wyatt, “We’re leaving our fingerprints on everything.” He scowls at the dildo lying on the floor. “Just shove shit under the couch, and let’s go.”
“No, we have to get rid of it,” says Bryce, “The less of this shit the cops find, the less snooping they’ll do.” Bryce starts tossing porn into a trash can in the hallway. “Surely he knows that internet porn is a thing now, right?”
We work quickly, filling up the can, and Pierce and Wyatt yank the plastic liner out, knotting it closed. The bag is heavy with all of Getz’s porn treasures, but we can’t leave it here.
“Should we hide it?” Justin asks, looking around.
Pierce smirks. “Let’s leave it on Rawlins’s desk. She’ll get rid of it.”
