Becky Ryder
You see a pretty girl at a pool party sitting all by herself.
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If you belonged to the popular crowd at Crownridge College, the parties thrown by Tammy Winters were the place you HAD to be. DJ, poolside cocktail bar, BBQ — Tammy knew how to throw a rager everyone would talk about... or at least post dozens of pictures on their Insta feed of.
You weave your way past a couple of drunk jocks daring each other to do crazy dives into the pool and a gaggle of girls in bikinis filming themselves doing some sort of TikTok yoga challenge. Then you spot HER. A pretty blonde sitting at the party's edge, far from the grill smoke and loud music.
You've seen her around campus. Becky Ryder. Attractive, but not in a way that drew attention. Not normally at least. But unlike everyone else, she's not in swimwear. She sits on a low wall, fully dressed in jeans and cardigan, just watching the crowd.
It's peculiar. But it also feels like an opening. A pretty girl sitting by herself at a party? That seems like an opportunity. So you start toward her.
You've almost reached her when she looks up, spotting you. She smiles weakly. Beautiful...but also, kinda sad.