CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
MAKEOVER
AMBER’S POV
All anyone can talk about all Friday is Derek’s party. Hallways, cafeteria, even the janitor humming while mopping. Everyone’s buzzing about it like it’s the social event of the decade. Honestly, I’m thankful. For once, the spotlight isn’t glaring down on me. No whispers about Theo, no side-eyes about prom. Just… normal school life. The life I’ve always lived, or at least tried to.
“Come on, it’s just this one party,” Jack trails behind me like a persistent shadow as I scan the bookstore aisle for the latest SAT prep guide I might borrow. Good thing my boss isn’t a prick and he knows how tight money is.
“Nope,” I say, firm, sliding a book off the shelf.
From the counter, Chris looks up from stamping receipts, his smirk practically saying this
