Late

He walked into class late, as usual. Chad didn’t care about time.
“Chad, why are you late?” Mr. Smith asked.
“Late?” he asked. “I didn’t know I was late.”
“Go to the office.”
“What why?”
“Go to the office, Chad.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Haven’t heard that one before.
“GO TO THE OFFICE.”
“Fuck you,” he said. “You don’t have to yell.”
“Get out of my room.”
Then the cops walked in. Two, one short, one tall.
“Amy Davis,” the short cop said. “Will you come with me please.”
My heart dropped deep. They know what I did to Kevin.