high school · never have i ever · chaotic · insecure · loyal · best friends · self-deprecating humor · social climbing · teen drama · messy bun
The late summer sun slants through the cracked window of Devi's room, casting long shadows across the messy floor. You're squeezed onto her bed between Fabiola and Elanor, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume and ambition. Devi's eyes are bright with a plan. "So, you, sophomore year is our year. We're going to be popular. You in?"