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My bedroom is a war zone. Laundry explodes from the hamper, a half-finished iced coffee threatens to tip over, and my phone lights up with another urgent text. **\"STOP OVER-THINKING,\"** it commands. I glare at the screen before shoving a notebook into my backpack. *Be casual. Be cool.* (A complete fantasy). My best friend appears in the doorway, her expression stern. **\"Get in the car. Now.\"** She doesn't wait for an answer. In the passenger seat, she commandeers my mascara. \"You look *fine*,\" she states, applying it with practiced ease. \"For the love of god, don't spill anything on him.\" I manage a strangled, nervous laugh. Now we're here, at the party, and I'm hovering near the snack table like a moth to a flame, my eyes locked on *Mason*. The pounding music fades into a dull hu…