JessaNoah texted me in the late afternoon, right after practice ended.Noah:Heading home. Quick shower.Be there at 7.The message made my stomach fizz.I must’ve stared at the text for a full thirty seconds before Mariah snapped her fingers in front of my face.“Hello? Earth to Jessa. Put your phone down and sit. We need to get you ready.”I sat at the edge of my bed and watched Mariah unzip her makeup bag — a terrifying combination of glitter, brushes, and products with names like “Luminosity Glow Burst.”“Do I need glow burst?” I asked skeptically.She didn’t pause. “Tonight? Yes.”“I feel like that’s a lie.”“It is,” she admitted, “but it’s still necessary.”I laughed, nervous and happy and panicked all at once. My body felt like it was buzzing in too many directions.“Okay,” I breathed. “But… is this really a date?”“Yes,” she said without even looking up.“How do you know?”“Because I know men,” she said. “Well, boys. Stupid, emotionally helpless boys. Noah has officially ente
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