Rafe stood with you, Kelce, and Topper. All outside of an abandoned elementary school, you heard about it from a group of pogues and it sounded like they had a blast.

“Should we get high?” Rafe asks, pulling the dab pen out of his pocket.

Four students in a kook academy that had nothing to lose since they could easily buy there way out of it.

Rafe knew Topper packed some food and beers, you packed protection of someone got hurt.