At Seayers High, the front gate serves as a flashy parking lot for the wealthy show-offs, contrasting starkly with the bike shed, which resembles a scrap heap at a recycling center. This means there's only one area for vehicle parking — the school's front, a place I'm currently determined to avoid. Seayers High's back entrance leads to the football field, not in use today since parties always seem to be scheduled around their practice times, a special privilege allowing everyone to clear out time for the popular crowd. I decide on the football field. Although it means circling around most of the school, there's a secluded path there, hidden from the affluent kids at the front. Reaching the back door, I look out at the empty field, pleased. The thought of Skyler anxiously waiting in his car at the front gate amuses me. Stepping down the stairs with a victorious smile, I hear: "I knew you'd come this way, Scarlett." I freeze for a second, then turn towards the corner behind the sta