ELENA’S POVThe party was loud, chaotic, and exactly the kind of place I didn’t want to be. But apparently Lora would not hear about it. After telling her about the night everything happened between Noah and I, she couldn't believe it."What the hell was that, Elena?" Lora had all but screamed. "You've both crossed a really dangerous line."Music thumped through the frat house like a second heartbeat, bass vibrating up through the floorboards into my bones. Red Solo cups littered every surface. People laughed too loud, danced too close, and pretended the world outside didn’t exist. I’d only come because Lora dragged me, promising it would be “good for me” to get out after everything with Noah, promising it'll be the best for my mental health like this party was helping my mental health right now.I regretted it the second I saw him.Noah stood near the makeshift bar in the living room, a red cup in one hand, the other resting casually on the small of a blonde girl’s back. She was beau
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