The clock on Teagan’s phone glowed 3:07 AM, the undeniable witching hour for bad decisions. “Are we doing this? We’re going to get caught,” Teagan whispered, pulling on a black hoodie and shoving her phone into the pocket. Her best friends, Reagan and Daija, were already halfway out the window, giggling. Daija gave a silent thumbs-up from the porch roof. Downstairs, Jackson, Teagan’s new crush, waited in his sputtering car. The mission was simple and vital: McDonald’s. They needed McNuggets, and they needed them now. They piled into Jackson’s car, the chilly autumn air hitting them hard before the warm, rebellious air enveloped them. Jackson put on low-fi music. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me,” Teagan joked, bumping his shoulder. The comfortable chemistry between them drove her ex, Jordan, absolutely furious. She had blocked Jordan’s number two days ago. They pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru, but the order line was slow. Jackson, impatient, decided to park and go inside instead. “Five minutes,” he promised. That’s when the night completely spun off the rails. As they walked inside, Daija nudged Reagan. Sitting alone, sipping coffee like a villain, was Jordan. He was supposed to be miles away. He looked up, his eyes locking onto Teagan holding Jackson’s hand. He stood slowly, crushing his paper cup. “A little midnight snack with the replacement, Teagan?” Jordan's voice was dangerously low. Jackson stepped forward instantly. “Leave her alone, See more