Jessa

Benny’s was loud in that warm, messy, happy way that only happens after a big win.

The windows were fogged up from too many people and too much laughter. Someone had pushed a bunch of tables together, and half the football team was crammed around them, still in jackets and hoodies, still buzzing with adrenaline.

Everyone was talking at once.

Jackson was in the middle of it, of course—getting slapped on the back, getting his crown stolen and put on someone else’s head, ...