Jessa

My phone started buzzing before the sun was even up.

At first, I thought it was my alarm. But then it didn’t stop — it kept rattling across my nightstand like it was possessed.

I groaned, rolled over, and squinted at the bright screen.

Notifications. Dozens of them.

Messages. Mentions. Group chats.

And every one of them had my name in it.

“Holy crap did you see what happened at the party?”

“Daniel got punched!”

“Jackson lost it!”

“Noah Carter ...