“Why waste time on pointless love letters?” I say too sharply. I can’t help it. Now my principal-assigned job is impossible. These guys don’t tutor at all. Jasper’s mouth hangs open. “Pointless? How else will these heartbroken souls stay in touch with their crushes and lovers across the cockblockade that divides our academies?” People really do refer to that wall as a cockblockade. “They won’t?” “Exactly! Saint Valentine would weep over so many young lovers being ripped apart.”
