Read Online We Know It Was You by Maggie Thrash - Free Book Online

be too high, Skylar figured. Everyone was freaking out about Brittany Montague. Apparently she’d jumped off the bridge in her mascot suit and was dead. About a hundred people had seen her do it, right in the middle of the football game. Skylarshuddered, not wanting to think about it. He turned up the volume on Mr. Rashid’s computer. Hakuna matata , right?
    Ding ding! It was the little bell at the front desk. Skylar considered ignoring it. The school was barely functioning today. Half the student body hadn’t even shown up, and the other half was crowded into “grief circles” in the guidance hall. Ding ding! The bell rang again. Skylar sighed and paused the movie. He poked his head out of the closet to see who was there.
    Great. It was that Scooby-Doo guy and god-awful Virginia Leeds. Just being in the same room with Virginia was a buzzkill. She’d worked at the AV desk for a few weeks at the beginning of the semester, and she’d driven Skylar crazy. The AV lab had always been Skylar’s place to chill out, but Virginia’s vibe was anything but chill. She was always in your face, and she was incredibly nosy. He’d even caught her going through his backpack once. When he asked her what the hell she thought she was doing, she said, “I’m just trying to get to know you!”
    And now here she was, leaning across the desk and holding a small digital camera. “Skylar, can you give us the checkout history on this camera? It has a library barcode. Just tell us how often it gets checked out.”
    â€œUm . . . no?” Skylar said. “We don’t fork over that information.”
    â€œWe’re just trying to return it,” Virginia said. “We found it on the ground. . . . Are you crying?”
    Skylar wiped his eyes. “Shut up.”
    â€œIt’s okay to be one with your emotions,” Virginia said, smirking.
    The Scooby guy looked impatient. “Yes, yes, everyone’s upset. So can you give us the checkout history?”
    â€œYou just found it on the ground?” Skylar asked. “Why do you care who checked it out?”
    â€œWhy do you care that we care?” Virginia said.
    â€œI don’t ,” Skylar said, scowling, wishing he’d never left the equipment closet.
    â€œIf you could just check,” the Scooby guy persisted.
    Skylar sighed loudly and scanned the barcode on the camera. He squinted at the computer screen. “Um . . . nobody checked this out. Well, not a student anyway.”
    â€œYes they did,” Virginia said. “It was definitely a student.”
    â€œWell if you know so much, why are you asking me?” Skylar sighed.
    â€œHere, let me look,” Virginia demanded, leaning over the desk to see the computer screen for herself. Her elbow bumped a cup full of pens.
    Skylar swatted her away. “Quit. You’re knocking things over. Let me a do full scan.”
    â€œPatrick Choi,” Virginia said, reading the scan result. “Mr. Choi? The pep band conductor? Mr. Choi?”
    â€œMr. Choi?” Scooby repeated. “Mr. Choi ?”
    Now Skylar really needed a joint. “Let’s say ‘Mr. Choi’ five hundred more times.”
    Virginia grabbed the camera and started walking off with it, followed by her nerdy friend. “Thanks, Skylar.”
    â€œHey, you have to give that back,” Skylar shouted after them. They ignored him. He sighed and returned to the equipment closet, resolved not to come out again until he was high enough to tune out this entire day.
    The girls’ bathroom, 2:45 p.m.
    Virginia stood at the mirror, spritzing herself with perfume. I can’t believe I used to think Skylar was cool, she thought. She’d applied to work at the AV lab in September because Skylar Jones had seemed like the most mysterious boy in school. He was a senior, he wore sandals, he had a bumper sticker on his car that said THE TAO OF