Kylie and Malia are seventeen and in their final year of high school-a time that should be full of prom plans, college applications, and senior pranks. Instead, for them, it's the final chapter of a long-standing rivalry. Their moms are best friends and always dreamed their daughters would be just as close. Unfortunately, Kylie and Malia have spent their whole lives proving them wrong. Kylie, the town's golden girl, is a wildly popular influencer-but not the kind that lets fame go to her head. She's genuine, funny, and deeply rooted in her hometown, using her platform to lift others up rather than tear them down. Despite her online success, she's just a regular teenager with a tight-knit group of friends: Ruby, Josh, Jadah, Kiara, and Peder. Malia, on the other hand, is queen bee of the cheer squad. She's beautiful, sharp-tongued, and completely used to getting what she wants. To most, she's untouchable-just not in a good way. Her inner circle-Momona, McKenna, and Dior-rules the halls with ruthless confidence. Everyone knows Kylie and Malia despise each other. The tension is infamous. Their friends feud by default. The only truce is Dior and Jadah's unexpected relationship, which just adds more fuel to the fire. But as senior year drags on, something shifts. A brush of the hand. A glance that lasts too long. An insult that lands a little too soft. Kylie and Malia start catching themselves noticing each other for the wrong reasons-or maybe the right ones. Neither of them wants to admit it. Pride and years of hostility get in the way. Their friends would never let them live it down. Still, something keeps pulling them together. And when the masks finally slip, when the pretending gets too heavy to carry, Kylie and Malia are left facing a truth they've spent years avoiding: maybe they never really hated each other. Maybe they just didn't know how to want each other out loud.

Kylie and Malia are stepping into a brand new chapter of their lives-together. With half of their friend group still in New York and the other half, including Josh, Kiara, Ruby, Dior, and Jadah, now in California with them, the couple is learning what it means to start over. After Kylie's heartfelt proposal, the two are newly engaged, navigating love, change, and uncertainty under the California sun. But even as they leave behind the Venezuelan estate and everything it held, Kylie can't quite shake the past. It lingers-shadowing her quietly-and though she tries to keep it buried from everyone, the weight of it threatens to resurface. Still, neither Kylie nor Malia knows how this new chapter will unfold, or how they'll find their way through it. All they do know is this: whatever comes next, they're in it together.

Kylie's always been the kind of girl who falls too fast and feels too deeply, though ever since a brutal breakup left her traumatized, she's never been the same. Before the breakup, she was all in, a hopeless romantic, loyal to a fault, and crazy in love. She gave everything to someone who promised forever, only to be betrayed. It felt like being kissed on the forehead while a knife was sliding between her ribs. Tender, calculated, and devastatingly personal. The pain wasn't just emotional; it was identity-shattering. This new Kylie's known for two things: wild nights and a heart locked behind sarcasm and tequila. Feelings? Overrated. But everything changes the night her best friend throws a college party and she meets Malia. Malia's a quiet, soft-spoken, clever girl with curly brown hair and eyes that seem to ask all the right questions. That night, they hit it off right away. Maybe it was their chemistry, or maybe it was just the tequila. Though the day after the party goes a bit differently. Kylie does what she always does: flirts, charms, and makes her move. But Malia isn't like the others. She turns Kylie down, gently but firmly, explaining she's not interested in meaningless flings. She wants something real. And the for first time in years, Kylie finds herself wanting to slow down, to dig deeper, and maybe, revert to the old, lover-girl version of herself, or possibly, be the kind of person someone like Malia could fall for. Little does she know, love really does make you crazy. TW: mature language, alcohol, substance abuse, murder, and some other sensitive subjects.

Five years after vanishing from her old life, Kylie lives in quiet luxury in Venezuela - in the mansion her grandmother left her, surrounded by Ruby, Xo, and a whirlwind of beach parties, flirtation, and freedom. On the surface, she's thriving: confident, untouchable, and finally at peace after years of therapy, medication, and unspoken guilt. She jokes. She flirts. She hoards secrets like currency. But she hasn't stopped looking over her shoulder. And she hasn't stopped thinking about Malia. While Ruby finds steady love in Morgan, and Xo juggles girls with chaotic charm, Kylie drifts between casual flings - including Kiara and Alexandro, who seem locked in a quiet war for her attention. But her heart, guarded as ever, still belongs to the one girl she walked away from to keep her safe. It happens on a humid afternoon in a crowded Caracas street market - loud with music, thick with spice, heat, and color. Kylie isn't looking for anything. She's just wandering, sunglasses on, head in the clouds, Kiara a few steps behind, half-listening to a vendor shouting about mangoes. Then, through the blur of people - she sees her. Malia. Hair longer, posture looser, tan from travel. Dressed like someone who belongs to the world now, not just one place. She's smiling at something a local artist is saying, unaware of the storm she's just walked into. Kylie freezes. The world doesn't slow down - it keeps moving, loud and busy - but she can't hear a single thing. Her heart is somewhere in her throat, somewhere in the past. She feels it all at once: the guilt, the love, the ache she never really let go of. Kiara's voice fades behind her. The present blurs. And then - Malia turns. Their eyes meet. Five years collapse in an instant. Neither of them moves. Neither of them smiles. But everything between them... ignites again. If love is still there... is it ever really too late?