When I awoke the next morning, I was still worried about Eden, but when I left the house to catch the bus, he was there waiting for me. I approached him warily. He didn’t seem angry, but I wasn’t sure. “What are you doing here? My mom doesn’t want me riding with you, remember?”
He raised one eyebrow and said, “Of course I do, I’m not a goldfish. If you’d rather ride the stupid yellow sardine can to school, that’s your choice.” He turned away and mounted his motorcycle then, but I touched his shoulder and he hesitated.
“If you can figure out a way to keep us from getting caught, I’m in,” I said. He smiled impishly.
“No problem, babe. Now get on. Wouldn’t want you to be late.” When we arrived at school, I noticed Ben talking to Britt at the far end of the parking lot. I walked over, and w
