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She scrawls something on her paper and folds it, quickly slipping it into the envelope.

God. I don’t want to fail. I guess there’s no way Professor Rooke will be able to fact check all these entries, right? It’s probably more about theintentbehind this round than the actualimpact.

That’s what I tell myself as I gather at the only flimsy straw I have and write down something that might be a complete lie.

Sent nude pics to a teacher.

I mean, she must have done it once before, right? I fold the paper and put it in the envelope. She seals it with the sticker and swipes her hand over the seal.

“You’ll stay for dinner, right?”

My lips purse as I glance up at her. “Um…yeah. If you still want me to.”

“Of course.” She frowns a little like she’s reached a unanimous decision. “I think we could be friends.”

“Yeah?” I laugh. “I’d suggest you do a sanity check in the morning. Could be the trauma bonding talking.”

Chapter 19

Haven

My phone vibrates against my hip, dragging me from a tequila-induced coma. Seconds later, a pillow hits my head.

“Fuck!” I shove into a sit, arms up in case more feather-stuffed missiles are headed in my direction. “Why’d you do that?”

“It’s been going the whole fucking night,” Melissa groans. “Turn it off.”

There’s drool on the side of my cheek.

Didallmy saliva migrate? Would explain why the fuck my mouth is so dry.

“Oh, God. I’m already hungover,” she says, her bedsheets rustling as she turns over.

I dig my phone out of my pocket and unlock it, staring blearily at the screen until my eyes decide to focus.

Missed calls?

No one even has this number.

That’s when my bladder sends a frantic help signal to my brain. Fuck, I need to pee. I turn to the shape of Melissa’s bed to ask her where the bathroom is, but on cue, she begins snoring.

Can’t be that difficult to find, right?

I try to untangle myself from the blanket wrapped around my legs, and end up rolling off Melissa’s sofa and onto the floor.

“Ow.”

Thankfully, I don’t wake her or her roommate, name unknown.

After we’d finished our assignment, we went downstairs and joined the rest of her sorority for dinner. It was some of the best low-fat, zero-carb, vegetarian shit I’ve ever tasted.

I was pretty drunk by then, of course, so maybe my taste buds had shut down. I fended off attempted efforts at pouring more booze down my throat, but Melissa had another two cocktails with her sorority sisters.

Her roommate was asleep by the time Melissa announced I’d be spending the night, because I was way too drunk to walk back to my car and she was too drunk to drive, and Agony Hollow’s one and only Uber driver apparently wasn’t cute enough to drive me anywhere.

My new friend is strangely protective when she’s drunk.

And strangely, kind of fun.

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