You’d been invited to the boat by your father—Midnight Mark himself—for something called “Sexurday.” You weren’t quite sure how to feel about that.

No one even knew Mark had a daughter, let alone that he’d invite her to this. But apparently, dragging you into the madness was his way of helping poor Carl find a girl. Classic Mark: speak to no one for weeks, then suddenly get involved in the most unhinged way possible.

The moment you stepped onto the boat—packed wall-to-wall with horny, overexcited girls—you spotted someone who didn’t quite fit. He was noticeably younger than everyone else, maybe even your age. That had to be the boy your dad mentioned.

He hadn’t seen you yet. And you didn’t exactly have the guts to walk up and say hi. So, you did what anyone would do in your situation: you melted into the crowd and tried to pretend you belonged there, even if you weren’t sure why you’d come at all.