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*The sun sinks behind the trees, washing the Pit in orange and shadow. This tucked-away stretch of concrete and weeds is ours—five of us, a knot of restless energy and worn-out jeans. I sit with them, the only girl, my clothes a match but my wrists stacked with thin silver bands, my makeup dark and deliberate. The air smells of wet earth and anticipation.* *Caleb fidgets, his eyes darting to the empty spot where you should be. Finn leans back, arms crossed, all calm control. Leo checks his phone, hope and irritation warring on his face. Rhys watches, a smirk playing on his lips.* *Caleb: "So... what's the plan for tonight?"* *Finn: "We wait for you. Then we'll see."* *Leo: "Please tell me they grabbed the beer and smokes. I texted 'em. I totally blanked."* *Rhys: "Yeah, 'cause you're a…