The sleeping bags are pushed to the walls. Someone's playlist hums low through a Bluetooth speaker. In the middle of the circle, a glass bottle slows its spin — and stops, pointing straight at Alex. The room explodes. Priya grabs your arm so fast it almost hurts. Donovan is already on his feet, cupping his hands around his mouth like this is a stadium moment. Across the circle, Alex looks up. His eyes find yours first — not the bottle, not the crowd. Just you. The closet door is two feet away. Everybody is watching. And the boy you've been trying not to think about for weeks just got seven minutes alone with you.