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Charged Moments Under Storm Skies

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The party buzzed around me, but I was stuck in the corner of Jessica's backyard, nursing a lukewarm soda like it held the secrets to surviving junior year. Palm trees lined the fence, their shadows stretching across the patio like they were trying to escape the drama happening poolside.

"You look like you're solving world problems over here," Marcus said, sliding up beside me. That fox — he'd been my best friend since seventh grade, always knowing exactly when I needed an out.

"Just thinking about how weird it is that Tyler's been spreading rumors about me," I admitted.

Marcus rolled his eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck. "That's such bull. He's just mad because you called him out for copying your chem homework. Again."

I laughed, but my palms were still sweating. Social anxiety was my forever curse. "Whatever. I'm over it."

But then I saw her across the pool. Lena, with her skateboard propped against the lawn chair, laughing at something Tyler said. My stomach did that stupid flip thing it always did when she was around, and suddenly the humidity wasn't just the weather anymore.

"Go talk to her," Marcus said, reading my mind like he always did. "Before you chicken out. Again."

"I'm not chickening out!" I protested, but I was. Totally.

Then it happened — lightning split the sky like something out of a movie, illuminating everything in this blinding flash. Everyone screamed, the music cut, and in that weird post-strike silence, Lena looked right at me.

And for the first time ever, I didn't overthink it.

I crossed the pool deck, heart hammering like it wanted to escape my chest entirely. "Hey," I managed, sounding way more chill than I felt.

"Hey," she said, and something in her smile made me think maybe she'd been waiting for me to make a move for longer than I'd realized.

The storm passed, but something else had started — something electric, something real, something that wasn't just nerves anymore. Sometimes it takes a lightning strike to realize what's been right in front of you the whole time.