Page 76 of Homecoming Spirits

Horror washed over me, and I jerked, almost falling out of my seat.

God.

What had I done?

What had I almost done?

“Hey.” Cassian came over, dropping his bag on the table and slumped down in the chair beside me.

He got in-school suspension for throwing the first punch when Nimrod tried to pull him away from me. It was an entire hour of meetings and sitting around. I wasn’t eighteen yet, so they were trying to get ahold of my grandparents, but then the police showed up. There was another meeting about what to do with me considering I was technically guardian-less for the day. The school counselor stepped in on my behalf, and I endured a whole other hour talking to her about my plans for tomorrow. I told her I was staying with a friend. She could really only do so much for me in school considering I was a free agent once the last bell rang.

Cassian placed his phone on the table with a loud thunk. Pushed it over.

“What? That’s not my phone.”

“Since you have a tendency to ignore your phone during the day, and well, during the night too, here you go. You can use mine. Lee’s freaking the fuck out and threatening to come here.”

I reached for his phone.

Cassian added, gruffly, “And you know he can’t since he was banned from campus.”

Shit.

He slumped down as our chaperone walked inside.

There were other students with us, but no one from the fight. How was that fair?

Though, some small favors were still happening because the ghosts hadn’t been in my business since the fight. I’d been scared for a moment when Benji moved to the front of the ghost huddle. He saw what was happening and his color went dark. All dark. He began to step off the cement step, but Noah grabbed him. He held him back. Which was good.

If a poltergeist was let loose?

I suppressed a shudder at that thought.

Lee: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING THERE?

Lee: Dude. Seriously.

Lee: This shit is all over social media. I’m getting texts galore.