Remy's pov
I dragged my boots across the snow, feeling the chilly breeze as it courses over my face. The empty streets pulls a smile to my cheeks, I love the silence. Is what I would say if I was Weston! I f*****g hate this. Every year when a new semester begins, we're all humble. I don't need humble, I don't want humble. I want a rowdy part. Filled with drinks, sacrifices, and music.
Ugh!
Not to mention mistakes.
Drunk people should be strolling around trying not to trip into a fence, instead I'm the only one- and I'm sober as s**t. I can see the lights that are on in some windows. The silhouette of teens walking back and forth, some leaning and facing away from the window.
I refused to leave the academy's main building, Penelope mentioned that she only had two important classes f
