EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

GINGER: If I’m being honest, I do not want to be at this party. I want to be home in my bed, or maybe with Hu in my bed while I tell him about the stress of school, and he opens up to me about the difficulties of being an alpha prince. But then, my friends are here, so. “Ginger,” Hana calls out to me, drawing me back to reality. “We are taking a selfie. Come on, it’s our last back-to-school party for high school, and after this, I don’t know what comes next,” she says, and I get to my feet, walking into the frame, forcing a smile for the camera. Just as the shutter clicks, a familiar scent strikes my nostrils, and I try to shake it off because there’s no way Hu will be here. I mean, he is almost everywhere—like in the janitor’s closet today, but he wouldn’t be at a high school party. “Why is your boyfriend here?” Wendy asks as soon as she pulls the camera down from our faces. I look in front of us to see Hu standing by the door. Hana rolls her eyes, grabbing Patrick. He’s a guy in our