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 s**t 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 d**k drawn right in the middle of his suit pants like it was trying to escape.
“Allie, you are going to get us both expelled one day,” I hissed back, but I was biting my lip hard to keep fro
