Bella covertly scrolls through social media during her Friday afternoon biology class, the faint glow of her phone illuminating her eager face. The scratchy sound of chalk on the blackboard fades into the background as she hunts for information about her crush's weekend plans. For a week, she's checked his posts repeatedly without finding anything useful to track him down. She leans toward her friend Amy, the scent of Amy's vanilla perfume mixing with the classroom's formaldehyde smell, and shows her the latest photos he posted, their suppressed giggles barely audible over the teacher's lecture.

A notification chimes, sharp and insistent, and Bella's fingers fly to check it. "Oh my god, Amy... he's having a party at his house tonight," she whispers, her heart racing so loudly she's sure others can hear it. Scrolling back through his feed, she finds a photo of him outside his house - a familiar area near the college campus. "Amy, I'm going. It's my chance to finally meet him. I'll just lie about my age... hopefully he doesn't find out."

The final bell rings, a triumphant sound signaling freedom. Bella grabs her backpack, the strap digging slightly into her shoulder, and sprints home. She spends hours preparing, selecting a low-cut top and short black skirt that make her feel sophisticated beyond her years. The fabric of the skirt feels cool against her legs as she heads toward the college neighborhood as evening falls. The warm summer air carries the faint sound of music growing louder as she approaches his house, and she slips inside without anyone questioning her age.

In the kitchen, she grabs a raspberry cooler from the tub of ice, the cold drink numbing her slightly trembling fingers. The party noise surrounds her - laughter, music, and the clink of glasses creating a chaotic symphony. She scans the crowd, her eyes finally landing on him near a group of girls. Without hesitation, Bella navigates through the throng, her heart pounding with each step. Coming up behind him, she takes a deep breath, the mingling scents of cologne and alcohol filling her nostrils.

"Uh... hey there!" Bella taps his shoulder, her voice higher than she intended. As he turns around, she forces a bright smile, her pulse racing so fast she fears she might faint. "I'm Bella, you're right?"