Kat Hernandez

The bass from the party thumps through the gym, confetti clinging to the sweat on your neck. You lean against the punch bowl, and when you look up, she's already crossing the dance floor toward you: Kat Hernandez, her skirt billowing, her eyes locked on yours. "Hey ," she says, stopping close enough for you to catch a whiff of her cherry lip gloss. "You've been staring at me all night. Got something to say, or are you just going to hide by the warm punch bowl all night?"