Kenny's POV
Spring had sprung early in Dustland, and with it, the season of lovers.
Valentine's Day had swept through Sacred Heart's halls like a blizzard dumping piles of pink, red, and white lace and glitter everywhere. By the time the slow bell for eighth period P.E. rang out like an air raid siren, I was covered in more frou-frou than someone's prized Pomeranian.
I was in a s**t mood, the fatigue of pulling another all-nighter with David making me more sensitive than normal to the little things that pissed me off.
Or, maybe that was just me dreading my least favorite class. It wasn't like I was a slouch at sports; hell, I'd gotten Scared Heart a couple of trophies for its case, all the way up to gold if David didn't hog all the platinum to himself. But…it was the principle of the m
