Chapter 1

Aira’s POV

The bell had barely stopped ringing when I slid into my usual seat in history class, the wooden chair creaking under me as I dropped my bag.

Allie was already there, her notebook flipped open to a fresh page, that wicked grin spreading across her face the second she saw me. “Look at this shit I drew during last period,” she whispered, shoving the paper toward me.

I leaned in close, our shoulders bumping, and stifled a laugh that almost burst out.

There was Mr. Hargrove, the stern history teacher with his perpetual scowl, sketched with exaggerated bushy eyebrows and a tiny dick drawn right in...