Kenny’s POV

Spring had sprung early in Dustland, and with it, the season of lovers.

Valentine’s Day had swept through Sacred Heart’s halls like a blizzard dumping piles of pink, red, and white lace and glitter everywhere. By the time the slow bell for eighth period P.E. rang out like an air raid siren, I was covered in more frou-frou than someone’s prized Pomeranian.

I was in a shit mood, the fatigue of pulling another all-nighter with David ...