The problem with school dances—
was that eventually—
someone wanted a picture.
And at Westwood High, that someone was apparently everyone.
The first dance had barely ended when Emily appeared out of nowhere, phone already in her hand
Jason materialized beside her carrying three extra chairs for reasons no one understood.
“We need a group photo!”
Ryan looked at the chairs.
“Why?”
Within minutes, half their friend group had gathered near the decorated backdrop covered in silver snowflakes and tiny white lights.
Students shuffled into place.
Someone counted down.
“Three…”
“Two…”
“Wait!” Jason shouted.
Everyone groaned.
He pointed at Noah.
“You’re standing too far away.”
Noah looked down at the perfectly reasonable distance between himself and Lily.
“I am?”
“Yes.”
Lily im
