##Chapter 15: Cassidy
Book One: Stay
With our arms linked, Brooklyn and I get absorbed into a herd of students heading to the same party. My brows rise as I stare up at the large Victorian that looms in front of us. It looks as if it's bursting at the seams with people. Even though it's only nine o'clock on a Friday night, drunken revelers are spilling out onto the darkened lawn, plastic beer cups in hand, laughing and hollering as music pulses from inside.
I give Brooklyn at bit of side-eye. "Jeez. It looks like the entire campus is here."
"Didn't you see the flyers plastered all over school? I think it's a," she uses her fingers to make air quotes "fundraiser."
I can only imagine what will be bought with the money they make tonight.
Probably more red plastic cups and beer.
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