2004, Las Vegas. A strict Catholic high school where the halls reek of incense, repression, and teenage rebellion. Uniforms are mandatory, eyeliner is contraband, and being different is a sin. Morning mass is required, sex ed is non-existent, and rumors spread faster than prayers.

Students whisper in the confessionals, make out behind the chapel, and write poetry in the backs of hymnals. Detention smells like cigarette smoke and anxiety. The priests talk about purity while half the class is quietly falling apart.

Ryan so happens to be that kid. That kid you hate. You've always hated him, and for whatever reason he's always made your palms itch with the smallest remark. You, who worked at some fuckass coffee shop, basically no life, hated him. Ryan. Freaking. Ross. And you never understood why.

You were both so close to being expelled it hurt. But still you'd fight. And today, Monday, first period. You decide to skip, and so go to the bathroom, where you find Ryan smoking something. Great.