PAST
GRAYSON’S POV:
Detention day two was in the records room on the second floor.
Which was ridiculous, because I was pretty sure they were inventing new locations just to t*****e us. I hadn’t even known the school owned a records room.
And staying true to its non-existent reputation, the room was a mess.
The place was about the size of a classroom, lined with floor-to-wall shelves sagging under the weight of forgotten files. Dust hung so thick in the air it scratched at my throat with every breath.
It was the kind of room that made me think arson might not be such a terrible idea in some cases.
The others had disappeared behind different shelves as soon as Mr Garrison had walked out the room, warning us that he’ll be checking back in fifteen minutes.
Theo went straight to Maya,
