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“Are you sure about that?” Zoey asks.

“Yes. Of course. I’m ready to get out there and meet someone new.” I stand and do my dorky dance. “Single and ready to mingle.”

Zoey and Rylee look at each other like they’re not sure.

“Come on, guys. There’s too much bad history between us. Plus, are you forgetting that he and I had a horrible kiss? That just shows we’re not good for each other.”

They’re quiet as they contemplate it.

“Besides.” I continue working on Zoey’s makeup. “I don’t think I could be with another actor. It’s too much drama.”

“Declan isn’t very dramatic,” Rylee points out.

“I don’t know. I don’t know him that well.”

“You can get to know him better,” Zoey suggests.

“Maybe as a friend,” I agree. “I don’t want to even think about anything else. That part of my life is over and I don’t want to draw it back to the surface. And anyway, he’s only staying in Edenbury for this semester.”

“That’s true,” Rylee says.

I step back and smile at Zoey. “You’re ready to go to Jarel’s party.”

“Thanks. You do good work, Mia.”

I bow.

“I’ll text Mason that we’re ready.” Rylee reaches for her phone.

“And I’ll text Kade to come over,” Zoey says.

Once everyone is in the car, we make our way to Jarel’s house. I can’t help but wonder if Declan will be there. And if he is, will he talk to me? We said hello whenever we passed each other in the halls and at lunch, but that was it. And we had a great rehearsal, which Miss Lane seemed happy about. But again, we didn’t say anything else to each other.

I shake my head. It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we don’t hate each other anymore.

Chapter Twenty

Declan

Chase leans against the wall of my room with his arms crossed in amusement. It’s Friday evening and I’m getting ready for the party at Jarel’s house.

“What?” I ask as I brush my hair back.

He just chuckles. “First high school party, huh?”

I’ve been to parties before, lots and lots of parties, but never to a normal high school one. Feels nice to be doing things kids my age do, like a regular kid.

“Do I need to go over some rules?” he continues.

I scoff as I check my reflection in the mirror. I’m not obsessed with how I look—I guess I just got used to caring about my appearance. Now that my career may be over, I can’t afford to have bad press by not looking my best.

I give him a look. “Seriously?”

He shrugs. “I’m responsible for you now. Mom and Dad would kill me if you did something stupid that you’ll regret.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s just a high school party. I’m not going to get arrested or whatever.”

“I know, just making sure.”

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