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I spot Bree sitting on the floor in front of the classroom with her head leaned against the wall. She has her earphones, and her eyes are closed. I can feel my heart thumping faster as I walk in her direction. The anxiety is coursing through my veins, the adrenaline burning my skin. I know that once I tell her that I have the phone, I’ll officially be a thief.
I hesitate for a second. Do I really want to do this? I can still turn around and pretend like this never happened. I have time to change my mind.
But that will certify my failure in the class, and I can’t afford that.
“After class,” I tell her before I enter the classroom.
“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Bree asks, following me inside.
“After class,” I repeat to her dismay.
The class passes excruciatingly slow. I try to take notes, but I end up with a blank page in front of me, incapable of writing something else than today’s date. My fingers can barely hold the pen, so I stop trying to force myself to write anything at all.
An hour and a half later, the Harpy lets us go, and I leave the room with Bree. She has a crease on her brow, analyzing me through half-shut eyes.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” she blurts out, irritation present in her voice.
“I’ve got it.”
Three simple words. That’s all I can manage to pronounce, but Bree seems to get what I mean. Her eyes widen with disbelief. I think she accepted that she needed to confront her reality because the last time we spoke, I basically told her to fuck off with her crazy plans.
But well, the world works in mysterious ways because here I am now with a stolen phone in my pocket. I’m allowed to swallow my pride to do something that will benefitbothof us.
I need to get a good percentage in the assignment’s grade to get back on track. Right now, I just need to pass. It doesn’t matter if I don’t get an A. My GPA can handle a C. Even if it hurts and damages my aspirations of graduating with the highest honor.
“Are you kidding me?” Bree questions cautiously.
She stares at me, her hazel eyes piercing through me as if she was trying to decipher if I’m joking around.
I wish that I was because that would mean that I’m not a step away from becoming a criminal.
“I swear that I did it,” I assure in a low voice, keeping my face straight.
There’s no chance that I could laugh in this situation. Twenty comedians could walk in front of me, and I would still remain stiff as a pole. If I was messing with her, I wouldn’t be able to restrain a smirk, but I can barely move my quivering lips to pronounce words. The pressure is making me feel all fuzzy.
It seems that I’m not going to heaven after all.
Bree grabs my arm, pulling me with her as she walks to a less crowded hall where the labs are closed. The dim light gives us enough privacy to maintain our conversation a secret. There’s no one around to overhear our mad and risky plan.
I appreciate her effort to do this in a private place because what we’re about to do is riskier than everything that I’ve done in my entire life. The moment where I take the phone out of the pocket, it will be official that we committed a crime and that we’re going to collaborate tocheatin a university that has a zero-tolerance policy against that. Two different things that are forbidden on campus, and one of them is more than illegal. This is wrong on so many levels, morally and ethically speaking.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Show me the phone,” Bree requests as she holds out her hand, expecting me to give it to her.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take the phone out of its hiding. I notice her eyes glowing with hope for a split second before they’re clouded with confusion. A frown cuts her forehead.
“Why are you shaking?”
I lower my gaze and notice that indeed my hands haven’t stopped trembling. If anything, it has accentuated as time passes.
A groan emerges from my lips.
“I’ve never stolen anything, so I’m a little nervous, okay?”
I avoid her sight, but from my peripheral vision, I can see that she purses her lips together in a lame attempt to hold back laughter.
“You’ve never stolen anything?”
