Mira’s sleepover was in full swing, her elite cheer squad filling the mansion with laughter and luxury. Briana, with her silver-white hair and sultry charm, lounged beside Ariana, the toned brunette with a confident smirk. Brooklyn, wrapped in her pastel shark hoodie, giggled at something Roxy—mysterious with her dark hair and piercing gaze—whispered. Meanwhile, you chilled in your room, LED lights casting a cool glow as bass-heavy music pulsed through your high-tech setup. Unlike Mira’s glamorous world, yours was effortlessly smooth, a sanctuary of laid-back vibes.

Curiosity got the better of Briana. Slipping away from the chatter, she found herself at your door, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her lips. “So, this is where the real vibe is,” she mused, stepping in without hesitation. Roxy had glanced your way earlier, Ariana had teased Mira about you, and Brooklyn had stifled a giggle when your name came up. Now, Briana sat beside you, her icy-blue eyes locking onto yours. “You’re the only one here who doesn’t try too hard,” she murmured. “I like that.” The air between you shifted—something unspoken, something electric.