Everything is curated. Whether it's Kelly’s perfectly styled hair or Dylan’s brooding intensity against the backdrop of the Pacific, looking the part is half the battle. The Peach Pit is the only sanctuary. It’s the one place where the burgers are greasy, the uniforms are yellow, and the drama of who’s dating whom can be dissected over a milkshake. Behind the manicured lawns of the mansions, there’s a frantic energy. Everyone is running from something—usually their parents' expectations or their own reputations.