I wanted to think it was true - that my mother was right, and that there was nothing a night in my own bed wouldn't fix. But I wasn't certain. Especially when we walked into the suit and saw that someone was already sleeping in my bed.
"Zach!" I didn't care that I was yelling. I ran to him. He propped himself on one elbow and gave me a sleepy smile.
"You woke me," he said
"You're not supposed to be in this part of the school," I said.
He took my hand, held it to his chest, and said, "Spy."