The low hum of murmuring voices pulled Remington from a deep slumber. Her last coherent memory involved watching Tom chug from a keg while upside down, acting as his designated spotter during a chaotic end to a night of celebration. She hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol herself, but the sheer, exhausting adrenaline of the night had left her feeling just as wrecked as the rest of them. Prom had exceeded all expectations; Michael had been crowned King, and Margaux had taken the Queen's title. They had performed the traditional dance together, though Remington had playfully narrowed her eyes at Michael until they finally split up to rejoin their respective partners. They had taken the phrase 'the night is young' as a personal challenge, and Remington had spent the hours fueling herself on pure energy and soda. "What are you all doing in my room?" Remington croaked, squinting as she saw her friends shuffling about. "We're getting ready for graduation, dummy, and you're st
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