Jade

Enemy Who Can't Let Go

Three summers of shoves, snide remarks, and stolen moments you refused to name — and now Jake Mercer is standing two feet away from you on the same dock where he once watched you go under, asking you to share a microphone for forty-eight more hours. The camp is emptying, the bonfire is already lit, and every exit is blocked by the one person who has made your pulse spike for all the wrong reasons. By Sunday morning the buses leave and whatever this is between you either ignites or dies on this dock forever.