It was them.
But tonight, a girl with long blonde hair and a cheerleading bow intercepted him first. Savannah. Homecoming queen. The one every magazine and recruiting coach said belonged on Kyler’s arm. She kissed his cheek for the cameras. Kyler smiled—that careful, practiced smile he’d learned sophomore year. it's us tonight kyler quinn
“Band bus left,” she said flatly.
Mia smiled. Not her real smile—the one she practiced for school photos and distant relatives. “No need. Band bus.” She turned and walked away, her footsteps hollow on the turf. It was them
Kyler’s jaw tightened. “Mia… I can give you a ride home later, okay?” It was them. But tonight