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3rd Person POV
Ethan stood in front of his mirror, the soft lamplight spilling across his bedroom and casting a warm glow on the mess scattered across the floor — discarded shirts, belts, one lone shoe he still couldn't find the pair to. He normally didn't care about parties like this. In fact, he hated them. Jace's parties were always filled with self-entitled jerks, cliques that fed on gossip, and people who treated popularity like a currency.
But tonight felt different, because Noah would be there.
He tugged the hem of his black sweater into place, smoothing out the creases. He'd chosen it after cycling through almost everything he owned. Not too flashy. Not too plain. Something that would make Noah's eyes linger on him the way he sometimes did before looking away shyly.
He muttered to himself as he tried fixing his hair again, "Why am I even trying this hard? It's Jace's stupid party."
