Sienna
Cars swarmed the road like a parade, headlights flashing, music blasting from rolled-down windows. Every time someone spotted Jaxon’s car, cheers rose into the night air—
“Prom King!”
“Lake House, baby!”
“Jaxon Carter, you legend!”
Jaxon grinned, one hand steady on the wheel, the other drumming the beat of the bass spilling from passing cars. He was intentionally driving slow, letting people honk and cheer as they sped past. Kendra and Caleb were somewhere ahead, leading the convoy, but it didn’t matter. All eyes were on him anyway.
I sat beside him, the laughter and noise outside only feeding the ache burning inside me since the stupid dance. Ava’s smug face, her hands on his shoulders, the way the crowd worshipped them like they were some fairytale couple—it replayed in my m
