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Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

She almost thought her fingers worn out. Thera glanced at the mirror on the side table. She did not feel like picking it to check herself. She was still mind-blown whenever she saw her reflection. She felt like half of her identity was lost. She could not connect her seventeen-year-old self to twenty-nine-year-old Thera. She still could not accept it. She wanted to know what happened in the twelve years that were taken from her memory.

I grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards her car before she could yell more in public. 17 again is probably one of my favorite movies ever. I don’t know what it is about this movie but I never get bored of it and I've watched it at least 5 times already. Skylar rolled her eyes. "Someone has the 17 again fever." I turned to give her a serious look. "Everyone has the 17 again fever." The drive to Skylar’s house was quick. Her parents were always away so we thankfully had the house all to ourselves. Skylar immediately rushed to the kitchen to make some popcorn the second we arrived and I was grateful for that because I somehow always burn the popcorn when I make them.

We stood there, fear and hope braided together, knowing the world would keep watching, judging, testing. But for now, I felt something rare. Not certainty. But safety in the choosing. And that at seventeen felt like everything.

With me. I’m the mastermind here. Tonight is Family Sexcapade, Season 1. After a long shower, I slipped into a thin, see-through top—my best pink one—and a mini skirt that barely covered half my thighs. If you looked closely, you could see my bare chest, and the rest was pure seduction. Exactly what I needed to turn Kalvin on. He’d either fuck me, or I’d fuck him. Either way, a fucking scene was about to happen in his apartment.

After dinner, everyone had gathered round the TV watching itflix’s latest children’s movie. I looked around the room, and everyone was asleep; good thing I brought out the extra mattresses and blankets. Talking about Aria earlier was a mistake, she’s been lingering in my mind since. “Maybe I’ll just give her a quick text...” Layla whispered to herself.

"You call this 'getting your blood pumping'?" "I find it pretty relaxing." Amanda didn't even blink. "You're just getting too old for it." The two of them were at it again, mocking each other's terrible taste, arguing over who recommended the last crappy movie, and bickering about who started what… My chest tightened. I couldn't tell if it was motion sickness or something else. The ocean outside the window flew past in a blur. I pushed the vent open wider. The cold, high-altitude air rushed in, stinging my eyes.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M