~~Jocelyn~~
The music was too loud, the red cups too full, and my best friend was too wild for her own good. Kelly was already halfway drunk, perched on the arm of the couch like she owned the place, flipping her blonde hair as she laughed at her own jokes.
“Tomorrow, ladies,” she shouted over the music, holding up her cup like she was making a toast, “is the first day of the rest of our lives. College, bitches!”
The girls cheered. I didn’t.
Instead, I sat cross-legged on the floor, nursing the same watered-down drink I’d been holding for the last hour. My throat was dry, but not from alcohol—mostly from listening to the way everyone’s brains had melted into mush the moment “college guys” became the topic of conversation.
“I heard Weston University is crawling with them,” Miranda gigg
