THE SUMMER WE FORGOT THE RULES |✔️

ELARAS POV

Clarissa’s playlist was on full blast. Some kind of remixed hot girl summer playlist that made the walls of her room feel like they were vibrating with excitement or nerves. I couldn’t tell which belonged to me.

She was hunched over her vanity, brushing highlighter across her cheekbones with the kind of precision I’d only ever seen makeup artists on YouTube use. I was still deciding between three outfits, all of which made me look slightly like I was trying too hard and not trying enough at the same time.

“Do I look like someone who could date someone with a boat?” Clarissa asked, twirling dramatically to face me.

“You look like you own the boat,” I said.

She grinned. “Exactly the energy I’m going for.”

This was Clarissa’s world, loud, confident, wild in that “I’m young and I know it” kind of way. And tonight, I was just the tag-along cousin from the city, freshly dropped into her summer storyline.

The party was an hour away at Silverleaf Lake, where the rich kids of the town spent their summers acting like adults with credit cards and no curfews. Word was, the lake houses were legendary. One of the guys, Atlas Saint-Clair, apparently a local golden boy and celebrity in his own right, was throwing the party of the summer to celebrate his last year at university. Clarissa’s boyfriend, Mason, had scored an invite. And by default, so had we.

At exactly 6:45, Mason pulled up the drive in his Jeep that was loud enough to be heard from a mile away, windows down, the bass from whatever song was playing making the gravel in the driveway shake.

“Shotgun!” Clarissa yelled, already halfway out the door.

I slid into the backseat, wedging myself between a cooler and a tangle of beach towels. Mason glanced at me in the rearview mirror and smiled politely.

“Ready for your official welcome-to-this-town party?” he asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, pretending I wasn’t wildly out of place.

The ride was loud and fast, full of inside jokes I didn’t know and summer air that smelled like wildflowers and freedom. Clarissa shouted lyrics at the wind. Mason drummed his hands on the steering wheel. I just watched the trees blur, trying to imagine what kind of night this would turn into. In no time, we were nearing the lake, the trees had vanished, giving way to lavish lake houses, each one more impressive than the last. The car gradually slowed until we finally came to a stop, and just like that, we were out of the car, caught up in the rush of the moment.

The lake house was even bigger than I’d imagined. All glass windows, soft golden lights, and music that pulsed through the trees. Laughter spilled out into the driveway like it was alive, and people were already spilling out onto the dock, red cups in hand, like a scene straight out of a music video.

“Okay,” Clarissa said, adjusting her top and fluffing her hair like she was stepping onto a runway. “We find drinks, we find people, we look stunning. Got it?”

I nodded, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do.

Inside, it was even more overwhelming, people in sundresses and swim trunks, flashing smiles like everyone already knew everyone. The music changed to something louder and bass-heavy, and a guy handed Clarissa a drink, flashing a smile that made it clear they already knew each other.

Mason disappeared to go say hi to some of his friends, and Clarissa linked her arm with mine. “Don’t look so panicked,” she whispered. “It’s just rich people acting poor. You’ll get used to it.”

“Comforting,” I said dryly.

She laughed and pulled me toward the back deck. And that’s when I saw him

Tall and effortlessly handsome, he stood with sun-bleached hair perfectly tousled, dressed in a fitted cream polo shirt and tan chino shorts that looked expensive without trying. He had a drink in one hand as if it naturally belonged there. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just laughing with a group of guys near the edge of the dock, but for some reason, my heart decided now was a great time to act like it was auditioning for a movie.

“Who’s that?” I asked Clarissa, keeping my voice casual.

She followed my gaze, then smirked. “That’s Atlas. Lake royalty. He’s kind of a big deal around here. Think trust fund, college soccer, and the kind of exes that still text him up.”

“Oh,” I said. Which was probably the least interesting response in the world.

He turned slightly then, like he could feel us staring. His eyes met mine for exactly one second, warm brown, slightly amused, and then he looked away like nothing had happened.

Except something had.

Clarissa raised her brows at me. “Don’t even think about it.”

“I wasn’t.” I so clearly was.

She handed me a cup. “Welcome to Silverleaf Lake.”

We found a spot around the bonfire with a half-circle of mismatched Adirondack chairs and the scent of sunscreen lingering in the air. Clarissa flopped down next to me, already halfway into a story about someone’s fake breakup that turned into a real one after the Starfire Soirée.

Her friends laughed like they’d lived through every second of it, and maybe they had. Their voices bounced off the lake, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the occasional splash of someone cannonballing off the dock.

I tried to keep up, nodding at the right parts, smiling when someone made a joke about how senior year was going to be their “villain era.”

“Can you believe we’re actually doing it?” said a girl with honey-blonde braids and glossy lips. “Like... It’s here. The end.”

“I already feel nostalgic,” one of the other girls added. “And we haven’t even had our first pop quiz.”

They were all talking about homecoming themes and graduation trips and which teachers were strict enough to ruin their final year. It should’ve felt exciting. But instead, I felt like I was watching someone else’s highlight reel.

Clarissa nudged me with her elbow. “Hey. You good?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly, smiling too fast. “Just...tired. Travel is still catching up with me.”

I took a sip of my drink, which mostly tasted like flat soda and something vaguely fruity, and just when I thought I was blending in, someone pulled out a bottle.

Truth or Dare. Of course.

Because it’s not a proper lake party unless someone wants to overshare or take their clothes off.

The game started tame enough. Kisses. Secrets. Embarrassing crushes. But then things started getting bolder, jumping into the lake in your underwear, calling your ex, swapping tops with someone of the opposite gender.

I laughed along with everyone, but my stomach was twisting itself into a thousand awkward knots.

And then someone pointed at me. “New girl. Elara, right?”

Clarissa opened her mouth to object, but I got there first. “Actually,” I said, standing up, “I need to find the bathroom. Be right back.”

The moment I was out of the firelight, I exhaled like I’d been holding my breath for the past fifteen minutes. The cool air off the lake hit my skin, and I walked aimlessly toward the back deck, away from the noise.

And then I bumped into someone.

Literally.

“Whoa sorry,” I said, stumbling slightly backward.

The guy steadied me with a hand on my arm, quick and easy like it wasn’t the first time he’d caught someone mid-moment. He was tall....taller than I remembered from earlier, and up close, he had that look. The kind that felt like it should come with slow music and a shift in lighting.

Atlas.

“I should start wearing a bell,” I joked, before I could talk myself out of it.

He smiled lazily, lopsided. “Or I should stop standing in dark hallways. Could go either way.”

There was a pause, but not the awkward kind. More like we both knew this was a pause meant to stretch, just long enough to notice things. Like how his eyes were more grey than brown up close, or how his voice had this deep calmness to it, like he didn’t need to prove anything.

“You’re not from here,” he said, more of a statement than a question.

I shook my head. “Just moved. My cousin Clarissa thought throwing me into the deep end would be...character-building.”

He laughed under his breath. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Well, I haven’t cried in the bathroom yet, so I’d call it a win.”

“That’s a low bar.”

I smiled. “It’s realistic.”

He leaned against the railing, his cup dangling lazily from his fingers. “Let me guess. You bailed on the bonfire game?”

“Guilty.”

“Smart move,” he said, glancing over his shoulder like he could still hear the chaos from down by the fire. “That game’s a little...intense when you’re not in the mood to make bad decisions.”

“You say that like you’ve played before.”

“I’ve lived here long enough,” he said, smirking. “There’s always a bottle, always a dare, and someone always ends up swimming in jeans.”

I laughed, and it came easier this time.

He looked at me again more directly this time. “I’m Atlas, by the way. Welcome to Lakeside chaos.”

There was a pause again, but this one felt different. It didn’t feel like he was trying to impress me. He just was. Which somehow made it worse. Or better. I wasn’t sure yet.

“You want to walk for a bit?” he asked. “It’s quieter by the dock.”

I hesitated for a second. Then nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that."

We walked in silence for a minute, not the awkward kind, but the kind that says this is allowed to be quiet. The music and laughter faded behind us, swallowed by the hum of crickets and the soft lapping of water against the dock.

The boards creaked beneath us as we sat, our legs dangling just over the edge. The lake stretched out like ink spilled across a canvas, the stars reflecting off it like they were trying to show off.

“I used to think places like this only existed in TV shows,” I said, hugging my knees loosely. “Where people wear expensive sunglasses and make bad decisions at sunset.”

Atlas glanced over, smirking. “You’re not wrong. But the sunglasses usually come off before the decisions get really bad.”

I laughed. “So you’re telling me the rich-kid chaos is real?”

“Oh, it’s alive and well.” He leaned back on his hands, watching me. “But not everyone here’s trying to end up on a reality show.”

“Good to know. I’d make a terrible TV character anyway.”

“Why’s that?” he mused

“I don’t do drama,” I said, then added, “And I talk to myself too much.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t do drama, but you willingly came to a lakeside party with half the town’s hormonal population?”

“I was promised chips and a view.”

He laughed, and it was low and effortless, the kind of laugh that made you want to say more just to hear it again.

“You’re different,” he said after a moment. Not like it was a big reveal. Just like it was true.

“I’ve been told that’s code for ‘weird.’”

He shook his head. “No. I mean it in a good way. Most girls here...they say what they think you want to hear.”

“And you prefer girls who tell you they talk to themselves?”

“I prefer girls who are real.” His gaze held mine for a second too long.

I looked away first. My heart was doing that thing again, fast, uninvited, inconvenient. “You always talk like this?”

He grinned. “Like what?”

“Like you’re in a book that’s about to ruin someone’s life in the best way.”

That made him laugh, really laugh. “Wow. I’ve never been accused of being emotionally cinematic before.”

“There’s still time.”

He leaned in a little, elbows resting on his knees now. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You always guard your heart this hard?”

My breath caught. Not because it was dramatic. But because it was...spot on. And he didn’t ask it like a challenge. He said it like he already knew.

I shrugged. “Only when it feels like someone might actually reach it.”

His eyes flicked down to my mouth, just for a heartbeat. Not rushed. Not obvious. Just...noticed. Then he looked back up. That quiet pause again.

“You ever think about how weird it is?” he asked. “How sometimes, you don’t even know someone five minutes ago and then suddenly you’re sitting next to them, wondering if your night is going to be the one you replay in your head for way too long?”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s dramatic,” I said, even though my heart was already halfway convinced

He looked at me, fully now. “I’m saying it might be.”

And then he kissed me.

No asking. No warning. Just a shift like the lake breeze tilted the world slightly toward him, and I fell with it.

His lips were soft but certain, his hand brushing against the side of my face, not to hold me there, but to make sure I stayed if I wanted to. And I did.

I kissed him back, slowly at first, like we were both just figuring out what this was, but then a little deeper. A little surer. Like we already knew it would matter. When I pulled back, his mouth was still parted. His eyes stayed on mine like he hadn’t decided whether to say something or let the silence speak for him.

We didn’t move.

But somehow everything felt like it was moving, closer, louder. The air between us was charged, like even the night was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

And then

“Lara!”

My cousin’s voice cut through the trees, sharp and echoing like it didn’t belong in this moment at all.

Just like that, it was over. The bubble popped.Reality came rushing back in, and it came with the realization that this... whatever this was... wasn’t supposed to happen.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead just blinked, a little stunned. Then his voice, low and soft, barely louder than the breeze:

“I don’t even know your name.”

For a second, I forgot it too.It was like he had reached in and pulled something out of me I didn’t know I’d buried.

“I should go,” I said, but I didn’t really want to.He didn’t stop me. He just nodded once, like maybe he got it, or this was something he shouldn’t have done, or maybe he was just as confused as I was.

I turned around, heart going full Olympic sprinter in my chest. The trees swallowed him behind me, and the glow of the campfire grew bigger with each step until I saw her arms crossed, ponytail messy, full Big Sister Energy.

“There you are,” my cousin said. Her voice wasn’t angry, just... worried. And maybe a little suspicious. “Where were you?”

I tried to play it cool. Failed, obviously. “Just went for a walk.”

She raised an eyebrow. “In the dark?”

“Yeah. I needed to think.”

She squinted at me like I was a particularly confusing math problem. “You’ve been gone almost an hour. Thinking about what?”

I shrugged. “Stuff.”

She stared at me for another second. “You’re acting weird.”

“You’re always saying that.” I breathed the words more than spoke them.

“Because it’s always true.”

I laughed, mostly to cover how not-okay I felt. But it was the kind of laugh that wanted to turn into a sigh halfway through. Because back there by the lake, whatever that was, it didn’t feel like something I could explain. And definitely not to her.

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