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you right now that it’s not very light.
    Paranoid, I made sure nobody was outside watching me. If
Wyatt was able to steal all this money from the front office, he could easily
be spying on me right at that moment.

 
    11:35 AM.
Lunch.

 
    I decided against walking through the front doors of the
school for obvious reasons. If anyone had stopped to ask what I was
doing, I knew I’d buckle and act super suspicious. I guess a backpack with
three thousand dollars will do that to ya .
    Instead, I walked to the doors of the cafeteria.
Coincidentally, they were next to the gym doors so the trek wasn’t that far.
    The cafeteria was bustling with activity as kids walked to
their tables with trays filled with gross food. I could see Zoe at a table with
her friends. Emily was right next to her. Brayden was
sitting alone at the table nearest the door. Once I snuck in, I immediately
dashed to the seat across from him.

    He looked up from his tray.
“Where’s your food?”
    I continued to scan the room for Wyatt. “Not so hungry.”
    Brayden took a bite of his mashed
potatoes. “What’s with the backpack?”
    “ Y’know ,” I said, still keeping an
eye out. I couldn’t see Wyatt anywhere. “Sometimes I like to just carry my bag
around.”
    With a mouthful of food, Brayden spoke, pointing his fork at the bag. “That’s not your bag, dummy. That’s
Zoe’s.”
    “What?” I asked, shocked. “Did I grab the wrong bag again?
How silly of me.”
    “Shut up,” Brayden said with a
hint of anger in his voice. “You have it on purpose. What’s your deal, Chase?”
    I glanced at the werewolf hunter across the table as he took
a drink from his milk carton. His eyes were soft and doughy. Could he be
trusted? We’ll see. “This bag is filled with the money from the food drive.”
    Brayden spit out his milk, spraying it across
the table and my face. He punched at his chest as he coughed out the words,
“Are you serious?”
    I wiped the milk off my cheeks. “Yes! Keep it down, will ya ?”
    “ Did you steal that money? ” he leaned over and
whispered.
    “ No! But I have it now,” I replied. “This is Zoe’s
bag, and I’m supposed to take it to the office! Wyatt wants to frame her for
stealing the money so she’ll get in trouble!”
    “ ’In trouble ’ is what she’ll wish she got in!
More than likely, she’ll get in “ dead meat ’!”
    “I know!” I said. “And I don’t know what to do!”
    Brayden leaned forward and looked over
both his shoulders, I think to make sure no one was listening in on our
conversation. “You need to get that cash back into the container in the
office.”
    “Of course that’s what I’d love to do, but I doubt
that it’s as easy as walking it in there!” I said loudly. Luckily the students
in the cafeteria were louder.
    Brayden leaned back in his chair and
pried open his milk carton. After taking a sip, he set the drink back down on
his tray, and then with a milk mustache, he spoke. “I’ll provide the
distraction. No worries there. We’ll do it after I finish my food.”
    “I hope you know what you’re doing,” I said, genuinely
feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time since I found the money.
    He nodded as he finished his meal. Yeah, it was the weirdest
thing. He just kept on nodding while eating his food, but was I going to say
anything about it? Nope, because he was going to help me. Brayden had moved up on the ladder from a
person I hardly knew, to a true friend.

 
    11:45 AM. In the hallway during lunch.

 
    I followed Brayden as he led the
way. He was keeping an eye out for anyone in front of us while I made sure
nobody was behind. Zoe’s red backpack was getting heavier on my shoulder, and I
couldn’t wait to get rid of the darn thing.
    “It’s right around this corner,” said Brayden .
Good thing too because being the new kid in school, I hardly knew my way
around.
    “What’s the plan?” I asked.
    Brayden poked his head around the
corner and