~Jennifer's POV~
I slammed my locker shut, the metal echoing down the empty hallway like a gunshot. Another shitty day at Westridge High, and it wasn't even lunch yet.
My best friend Lisa had ditched me for some lame study group, and Mr. Hargrove's history class had me boiling over with boredom. I mean, who gives a f**k about the Industrial Revolution when you've got drama unfolding right in front of you? Some kid was cheating off my quiz, and when I called him out, loudly, Hargrove lost his s**t.
'Jennifer! Principal's office. Now!' he'd barked, his face turning that weird shade of red that made him look like a tomato with glasses.
I rolled my eyes as I trudged toward the admin wing, my sneakers squeaking on the polished linoleum. Unruly? Yeah, that's me. At nineteen, I was technica
