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toward the booming music.
Alright, Lansing High,
the DJ says
as if on cue.
It’s time for a slow one.
A SZA song comes on
and instantly the crowd mellows
as people pair off
or move to the sides to take a break.
I spot Holden and Kiana
and navigate over
to a space next to them.
There you are! FINALLY!
Kiana shouts at us.
Lyric waves limply at her
and then
looks down
at our intertwined hands.
I keep as still
and as confident as I can.
Come on—I say, squeezing her hand.
It’ll just be a friendly slow dance
between
fake internet girlfriends.
Totally normal.
Then
before I can stop myself
I wink at her.
Omg, why, Juniper?!
my head screams.
