Chapter Thirty-Four
“Are you sure this is the address he gave you?” I ask Derrick as I step out of the car and study the large, sprawling structure.
“Yup,” he says showing me the GPS address on his cell phone.
“Huh,” I say, as Derrick waves goodbye and drives off, leaving me standing on the sidewalk in front of Pointe Hill High. I smooth down the maxi dress Iris bought me as a gift and insisted I wear tonight. The cerulean-blue print, with gold and black accents and jewel neckline, felt like overkill while I was getting dressed, but as I stand at the bottom of the long stairway leading into the building, I begin to suspect Iris knows more about tonight than she’s let on.
Once inside, I’m immediately hit by a combination of smells—cafeteria food, bleached floors, and teen angst. The hal
