I am trying to memorize how my station was laid out when Mrs. Moore told the students to go to a station. I kept my eyes glued to my course guide when she told a boy to go to my station. I heard mumbling as he approached, which made me look up. Fuck! It's Clint, and he looks about as happy about it as I feel.

“Avery, don't say a word,” he growls. Yeah, I don't plan on it, bucko! What I am wondering is, why is fate so cruel? Rarely have I been in a class with one of The Trio, yet now, the ...