Chapter 30

I hook my foot on the downspout and lift my weight onto the ivy vine leading up to Nate's window. I watch my footing, afraid of making too much noise and his parents will run out with a flashlight to see that it's only little ol' me, sneaking into their son's bedroom like the midnight bandit.

When I get eye level with Nate's window frame, I can see him sitting at his desk, a lamp lit beside him, and his headphones in his ears. He is blankly staring off into space.

I tap on the window. His eyes shoot in my direction and his brows lower in confusion.

I take a try at lifting up his window, thinking it may be locked, but am surprised when it lifts up effortlessly.

"You sure are trusting," I comment, hoisting myself up and through the window.

"What are you doing?" Nate asks while removing his headphones. "Did you just climb up the tressel?"

I don't know why he is so surprised. He knew I climbed out the window this morning.

"Your parents were just asking for trouble by placing that so