“Same parties. Same girls,” Michael mumbled. “I’m fucking bored.” “I know.” Kai let out a sigh. “I’m feeling it, too. I need something to happen.” “Something to obsess over,” Michael added. And then Damon chimed in. “We should kill someone.” Michael snorted, Kai rolled his eyes, and I plucked the cigarette out of Damon’s mouth, taking a drag and shaking my head. Michael whipped his uniform blazer at Damon. “I was thinking I need the season to start, you fucking psycho.”
