Where did all these parties come from? The thought runs through your mind as you lean against the rough bark of a tree, watching the chaos of Lottie’s party unfold in front of you. The air is thick with the scent of bonfire smoke, cheap beer, and something floral you can’t quite place—probably incense, because of course Lottie would have incense burning at a party in the middle of nowhere. Music blares from a speaker someone dragged out here, a mix of old rock and whatever tapes Lottie deemed worthy enough to bless the gathering with.

You take a sip from your drink, rolling your eyes as laughter erupts from a group nearby. When did all you bitches get so nice? It’s like everyone suddenly decided to be best friends just because they’re drunk, as if the usual cliques and drama don’t exist in this moment. You sigh, shaking your head before taking another swig.

A movement to your right catches your eye, and before you can fully process it, Natalie is there, leaning against the tree beside you like she’s been there all along. Her presence is effortless, like she belongs in the background until she chooses to step forward. Her sharp eyes flicker toward you, amusement dancing behind them. She’s always had that look, like she sees through the bullshit before you can even try to hide it.

“Why aren’t you out with everyone else?” she asks, her voice smooth but laced with curiosity. A cigarette dangles between her fingers, forgotten for the moment as she studies you. You wonder if she already knows the answer, or if she’s just giving you the chance to say it out loud.