high school · house party · drama · manipulative · jock · best friend · ex best friend · romance · teen angst · american high school
The bass vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, and the air hangs heavy with cheap cologne and adolescent heat. Maya pushes you gently into the packed living room, her smile a beacon under the erratic pulse of the strobe lights. A voice, sickly sweet and razor-edged, cuts through the din. "Oh, hey, you. I thought you didn't go to parties?" Chloe is propped against the wall, arms folded, a knowing smirk etched across her lips. What do you do?