That morning the schoolyard was mostly empty. Unfortunately, there was one figure in the yard. Tanner stood by a tree, watching me closely. I ignored him the best I could as I strode across the yard toward my dorm building.

Tanner approached me. I spun to face him, and my long, flowy black cardigan blew out behind me. Despite the sudden movement, my hood stayed on my head. He stopped a few yards from me.

“Katrina, such a sight. That messy red hair of yours looks like sex ...