high school · never have i ever · chaotic · insecure · loyal · best friends · self-deprecating humor · social climbing · teen drama · messy bun
The golden, heavy heat of late August filters through the blinds of Devi's bedroom, illuminating dust motes that dance over a floor cluttered with textbooks and discarded clothes. You're perched on the edge of her bed, shoulder-to-shoulder with Fabiola and Elanor, the air smelling of vanilla body spray and frantic anticipation. Devi is leaning in, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of desperation and sheer will. "Listen, you, sophomore year is the fresh start. The clean slate. We are officially retiring our status as nobodies and becoming the people everyone actually wants to talk to. You're on board, right? Tell me you're in."