The first notification comes during second period.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I ignore it. Ms. Chen is in the middle of explaining the symbolism in *The Great Gatsby*, and I'm actually following along, actually engaged.
Then it buzzes again. And again.
Around me, other phones start lighting up. I see people glancing at their screens, then looking at me. Whispering.
My stomach drops.
I pull out my phone under my desk, hands already shaking.
Instagram. Seventeen notifications. Twenty three. Thirty one.
I open the app.
The first thing I see is a photo of me and Zeke from yesterday. We're in his truck in the school parking lot, and he's leaning across the console to kiss me. The angle suggests it was taken from outside, through the window. Zoomed in but clear enough.
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