Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

She jogs down the hall, looking back once to flash me a smile, and I
watch her disappear down the stairs.
I let the door close, and then I twist my skirt right again and tighten my
ponytail.
“I was looking for you.”
I jump. What? I follow the voice and see Amy step out from the other
side of the lockers across the hall. My chest caves.
How long has she been there?
I swallow a couple of times, blink, and tamp down my rapid breathing.
“Yeah, I know, I’m late.”
I walk down the hall, hearing her footsteps fall in behind me.
“What are you doing, Clay?”
“Leaving.”
I close my eyes, dread twisting my gut. That damn app. I completely
forgot we all downloaded it years ago to locate each other. I’ve never used it
to find my friends, so it didn’t occur to me that they would.
She grabs my arm and swings me around. “What the hell is going on?”
she barks.
It takes a moment, but I recover. “Um…lots.” I step over to my locker
and dial in the combo. “The House passed a cyber-safety bill this morning,
although it will probably die in the Senate. The president ordered airstrikes in
Syria. There’s a storm advisory for this weekend, and I scuffed my vintage
saddle shoes at lunch.”
I pull out my handbag, empty my satchel, and refill it with what I need for
homework.
“Clay, I’m your best friend.” She steps to my side. “Or one of them
anyway. What the hell were you two doing in there?”
The shade was down on the door. Could she have opened it and peeked
inside without us hearing?
But I guess she wouldn’t have needed to. We kissed right outside the door
like idiots.
“We were knitting sweaters,” I mock.
“Bullshit.” Her voice sounds like she’s spitting out a bug. “God, Clay.
Seriously? I’ve been naked in front of you! Slept in your bed. Are you
serious?”
I slam the locker door and keep walking. She follows.
“I’ll tell your parents,” she says behind me. “I’ll have to.”