Lacey dragged her feet against the ground, she was tired, it had been a long night of nightmares. Bruises from where her laces were too tightly wrapped around her ankles made her limp slightly.

She pulled out her phone and sighed when there was no response text from King.

Ever since saturday night he’d been avoiding her, but, she supposed, there was also just a high chance King had just crushed his phone again and couldn’t afford to get it replaced.

Lacey set the kettle to the stove and sat down to scroll through the local parks and recreation website. Some poor employee probably devoted their life to make sure every single challenge and competition was posted for teens to gawk at in their spare time.

Something new had been posted since yesterday, Lacey took in a sharp breath through her nose.

Oh.