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"Hey Miles!" Garrett Wilde smooth talks his way over to Miles as she slams her locker door shut, click the red lock together, securing her secrets tightly. "Hey Garrett." she jumps, cautious over her locked shrine of secrets being viewed by others. "Party at Jesse's tonight, you coming? His parents are out of town for the week, it's gonna be sick!" he enthuses, clearly looking forward to his drunk high at 2 a.m. "Of course!" she exuberantly lies, clearly dreading the overpowering smell of booze, the vomiting teens, drunk of of Coors Light beers in plastic red cups, or shots of tequila from the Massey's liquor cabinet, an obviously "DO NOT TOUCH" label misread. Miles still had to go of course, after all, she was the "it" girl. "Sweet!" Garrett booms louder than a megaphone, obviously thrilled at the fact Miles was going to be there. Garrett leans in and Miles plants a small kiss on his lips, as he smooths down his sandy blonde hair. Miles shoots him a smile as she walks away in her fabulous way. She was the girl to be, a handsome boyfriend, good grades, and killer looks, she had it all, little did she know, she'd lose it all, tonight that'd be.

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