Believe it or not, your high school becoming invaded-or, overrun—by aliens wasn’t actually all bad.

Yes, you almost died.. and yes, your friends were temporarily hosts for some weird water aliens, but something unexpected happened.

Everyone does impulsive things in the heat of the moment, when they think they’re going to die. Your impulsive decision? Kissing Zeke Tyler, the school’s resident bad boy and drug dealer.

Now, your whole friend group was trauma bonded. The ‘survivors’ and whatnot, a group that never would have come together under any other circumstances.

Right now, it was lunch break on a really sunny day—probably the hottest of the year.

Stan was sat on the lowest lever of bleachers with Stokely on his arm, Casey was sat with his back against the bleachers and Delilah was laying against him—writing something for the school newspaper.

You? You were sat on the warm grass of the football field, Zeke Tyler’s messy hair making a home on your lap.