I never thought I’d say this, but prom night ended with me in a Waffle House parking lot, eating hash browns at 1:42 a.m. with a hacker, an influencer, and my ex-boyfriend-turned-secret-operative.
If that’s not peak main character energy, I don’t know what is.
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Waffle House War Room
Zayden was scribbling something on a napkin like we were in a spy movie.
Chloe was filming a t****k in the corner, full glam, whispering to her followers:
"Yes, someone hijacked our prom, yes my bestie got doxxed live on stage, and yes we’re still THAT GIRL. Stay tuned."
Ryder was pacing outside, muttering something about firewalls and VPN tunnels.
Me? I was staring at a photo of my mom on Zayden’s phone.
“There’s no way,” I said again, voice low. “My mom left. She vanished. She didn’t even say good
