“Dude, were you banging someone down there?” Demaine asks, looking kind of impressed. “We heard sex noises,” Cami accuses. “Oh. No.” Shane settles into his chair, avoiding everyone’s eyes. “I was, um, watching porn.” “In the library?” Whitney sounds horrified. “Yeah, but, uh, I wasn’t doing anything,” Shane says. He’s a terrible liar. And I feel guilty now because they have no idea what he’s really lying about. “Someone sent me a clip and I just… I was stupid. I opened it and there was this girl moaning on it. You know,” he finishes feebly, shrugging. “Porn stuff.”
