Deion poked his head out of the alcove and peered as far as he could see down the deserted alleyway and onto the street. "No sign of her yet."
He and Alex ducked back deeper into the recess. "Didn't we say we'd learned our lesson the last time we snuck out past curfew?" Alex bemoaned.
"We did," Deion sighed, "but after everything she told you… aren't you curious to see what she has to say?"
"That's why I'm here," Alex replied, resigned. "Against my better judgment," he added under his breath.
Deion peeked into the alley again and considered all that Lizzie had revealed to Alex. He'd seen her face when she ran out of the drama airing last week, and it was clear that she at least believed everything she said. But could such a sordid tale really be true? Could all of this really be happening right under their noses?
"I don't know why exactly," Deion said. "But I just trust her."
"Me too," Alex admitted. "Otherwise, believe me, I would not be here."