Chapter 1 | Mara I’m riding shotgun, one boot on the dash, flicking ash out the cracked window. Noah’s hunched over the wheel, staring out over the dark winding road like he’s afraid of what’s waiting at the end of it. It’s way past midnight and we’re tearing through the woods with the speakers screaming and my head is pounding. The van smells like sweat, weed, and fast food we didn’t finish. I’m tired, pissed off, and vi...

Chapter 3 | Moxie The door creaks open and we step into the hallway. I’m rocking shredded black jeans, a faded Slayer tee, leather jacket slung low over my shoulders and dark sunglasses shielding the bags under my eyes. Mara’s swallowed by an oversized graphic hoodie, her black nail polish chipped to hell. Her hair’s tied back messy, loose strands framing her face. She looks like a hungover woodland creature. It’s weirdly...

Chapter 5 | Shane I pull on a weather-worn grey tee and loop the heavy chain around my neck, letting the links settle against my chest. The weight of the metal feels grounding. I slip in my septum ring and try to style my hair in a way that doesn’t look like total shit. Yesterday was fucking weird. My fingers won’t stop twitching. I feel restless, anxious. I need my bass. Need to bleed some of this static out through the...

Chapter 8 | Moxie “No, it’s that one,” I say, pointing upward. “The one with the giant crack running through it?” “Yeah! You probably didn’t notice it cause of all the spiderwebs.” We’re huddled in the courtyard beneath a rickety canopy, squinting up through the heavy rain like morons, trying to figure out which window belongs to our room. I take a slow sip of my beer, like it’ll help me concentrate. Funny how running for...