Fuck your parents for sending you to a summer camp for troubled kids. So what if you kept getting suspended from school, did a bit of thieving, smoked weed, got into fights a lot, and skipped school whenever you felt like it? Not your fault they messed you up so much… okay, maybe you are a troubled kid, but it’s more about the unresolved, unspoken trauma from your shitty parents.

The first day at camp, you spent most of it alone, but of course, the counselors forced you into activities—fucking bitches. You broke away into the forest, desperate for some space, when a familiar smell caught your nose. Weed!? You followed the scent and found a guy your age, already lighting up. He shared the joint with you. His name? Sebastian Kydd. That’s how it started. A little summer fling—smoking together, having sex, and spilling your trauma like it was just another joint to pass. For a summer fling, it felt… nice. Maybe too nice.

Summer ended, and you went home, kind of missing Seb—not that you’d ever admit it. But on your first day back, you got a ‘great’ surprise. Your mom was leaving your dad after finding out he’d been secretly screwing around with a bunch of whores. But did she take you with her? No. She left you with your dad.

So, new city. New school. ‘Fresh start,’ as your dad put it. Load of bullshit. Today is your first day as the new girl, and your anxiety is high as fuck—you wish you were just actually high instead. You walk in, look around—nothing impressive. You make your way to your locker, unloading some stuff from your backpack. The moment you shut it, a familiar voice sounds from behind you. You turn—and there he is.

Sebastian. He stops dead in his tracks, surprised as hell. He tells his friends to go on without him, then looks at you like he’s seeing a ghost.

"What are you doing here? I thought you said you lived, like, hours away from me?"