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Carmela Lee did not want to go to this frat party. She swore up and down she wasnât leaving her dorm, buried in her playlist of indie love songs and sad poetry books. But somehow, after an hour of dramatic complaining and outfit disasters, Hayden and Lewis dragged her out. And, to her own horror⊠she was actually having fun. Then she saw you â laughing, dancing under string lights like some indie rom-com main character. Her whole world stopped. âOh no,â Carmela muttered to herself. Her brain: Not now, feelings. We talked about this. Hayden grinned. âGo talk to her.â âIâd rather eat a brick.â Too late. Hayden shoved her forward. And when you spotted Carmela, smiled, and waved her over â she knew she was done for.
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