Chapter Five

Part 3

As soon as lunch was over I found myself in the deserted hallway once more, following Jon Wisnewski back to his stairwell. I was feeling a little more daring after my success with Marshall and I must admit, I wasn’t quite as stealthy this time. My sneakers made sporadic squeaking noises, and with each one I expected Jon to turn around and confront me, but he didn’t. He was either deaf or didn’t care that he was being tailed.

Okay, I’ll just tell them I’m lost or something, I thought as Jon shoved through the swinging doors that led to the stairwell. Once again, voices, laughter and smoke wafted out into the hallway. Or maybe I’ll try to bum a smoke . . . and make a complete idiot of myself when I choke all over them.

I was still contemplating these options when I pushed open the door and it was grabbed by Jon himself. I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. His face was inches from mine.

“Why are you following me?” he demanded.

So much for not caring about being tailed.