"I just need to know why." I murmur as I roll onto my side, trying to pick out his shape in the darkness of my room. "Why what?" he says. "Why you're so nice to me." I whisper, the vulnerability plain in every word. "How we ended up friends at all." He exhales, "I want to know that too." My brow furrows. "How what, exactly?" His answer is soft, nothing like his usual sarcastic personality. "How you can't see it." Brynn Quinn was about as ordinary as any high school kid could be. She didn't play sports, didn't join in with the popular activities, and wasn't the girl every boy went chasing after. Except for one boy. He sent her a letter every week. In each one, he found something new to love about her. Whether it was the beauty of her laugh or the way his heart swelled at every smile she gave, he always made sure to write exactly how he felt. So those two should end up together, right? That's how Brynn wants it to go, but there's one snag. He signs each letter "Love, Anonymous." Now throw an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the mix and you have a teenage girl confused about who really loves her. The sweet, tender secret letter-writing admirer, or the cocky, clueless asshole?

Sabya has spent years dodging whispers and tripping over feet that were never accidentally in her way. When Ranbir, the boy everyone worships, picks up her scattered books and announces she's his girlfriend, the hallway goes quiet for the first time. But he's proud, rich, and used to girls falling at his feet, and she's not sure she believes a word of it. Now they have to convince the entire campus they're in love, and the hardest part might be convincing each other.

Since the accident at the lake last summer, you and your best friend Jo have been competing over everything, including the new transfer student, Kai. When Jo challenges you to a county photography contest with a city internship on the line, the rivalry stops being about Kai and starts being about the thing neither of you will say out loud. But Kai isn't a prize to be won, and she's watching both of you too closely for comfort.

You're a freshman at a Scottish college, and you've just buried a body. You thought you were alone, but Julian, the quiet guy from your psych class, saw everything. Now he's standing there in the dark, and he doesn't look shocked. He looks like he's been waiting for this. He wants something, and you have to figure out what before your secret destroys you.

You grew up two streets over from Wren and spent four years loving her in the exact same silence she loved you in. After she left town with a packed car and a plan, you held onto the last message she sent, a photo of trees through a dorm window, and told yourself she was just busy. Then her sister calls from the hospital at ten at night. Wren is out of surgery but asking for you, and that request is about to drag everything you never said out into the open.

Two years ago Serena left without a word, and Isabelle has spent every day since rebuilding herself around a new best friend and a quiet routine. Now Serena is back on campus, quieter and wearing Isabelle's old hoodie, asking for a conversation Isabelle isn't sure she can survive having. There's an apology Serena can't finish, a friend who thinks she should walk away, and a question Isabelle has carried like a stone in her chest: why did you leave?

You've spent three years learning not to think about Seraphina. Then she walks back into your campus coffee shop, charcoal on her cheek and a sketchbook in her arms, and every wall you built starts to crack. She left without a word. You stayed, keeping a shoebox of trinkets and letters you never mailed. Now she's back, and she's left you her number on a torn corner of paper, signed with a star the way she used to sign your notes. Calling means letting her in. Ignoring it means letting her go. Again.