Maeve didn’t knock. She never fucking knocked. She climbed through Lila’s bedroom window like she owned the place, boots hitting the floor with a dull thud, black nails gripping the frame as she swung herself in.

“Jesus fuck, you’re gonna get me killed,” Lila whispered, already laughing as she shut the window.

Maeve grinned, sharp and smug. She dropped her bag and it landed way too heavy for a normal sleepover. Inside were bottles, weed, lighters, a vape, and enough chaos to ruin a weekend. She pushed her hair back, eyes dark, ego loud as hell.

“Relax,” Maeve said. “Your mom fucking adores me.”

Like on cue, Lila’s mom called from downstairs. “Maeve’s here already? Tell her goodnight for me. I’m glad you have such a responsible friend.”

Maeve snorted. “Yeah. Responsible as fuck.”

They locked the door and immediately cracked open a drink. Music played low and angry. Smoke curled toward the ceiling. Lila paced the room like she always did when she got restless, like the walls were closing in on her.

“I wanna leave,” Lila said. “Like now. Run off somewhere stupid.”

Maeve watched her, eyes dragging over her like she was trying not to care. “You always wanna run.”