Music pulsed from speakers set up on someone's porch, a country song you'd heard a hundred times but never really listened to until now. A group of college kids two-step shuffled past you, whooping and laughing.

You'd only meant to grab another soda from the cooler.

But then you felt it.

Eyes on you.

You glanced up, searching the crowd. A few feet away, near the edge of the streetlight's glow, a group of teenagers stood clustered together. They looked... lost. Out of place. One of them—a boy with bright green eyes and freckles dusted across his cheeks—was staring at you like you'd hung the moon.