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I want to tell hiht he has to trustup e ofout We weren’t friends And I haven’t spent every hour since I last saw hi brokenhearted, furious, betrayed

Behind hi Hopeful Scott Nice, ordinary, possible Scott A guy I could take home to ht for rab West’s wrist, and drag his hand to ood spot"

Our eyes e, his long fingers ta it like an explosive

I haven’t been this close to him since before break Only inthe sound of his voice in ue

The whistle blows "DRINK!"

I keep my eyes on West as I bend down to take the shot He doesn’t drink his He just watchesme when I open my eyes

Maybe it’s because I’m drunk, but I don’t think so I think it’s because I’ what everyone expectsafraid of what ht happen

It already happened

So I reach across the tracks, leaning way over with my ass in the air, pick up his shot, and knock it back with ht into his eyes I lick my lips, slow and seductive

And that’s all it takes

West reaches out, fists his hands in my coat, and yanks me into him We meet at the mouth

It’s thehot, sticky-sweet, messy

It turns out that West doesn’t even need words to make the point he came here to make

Mine, his mouth says Mine, rab his hair, pull it, scratch his neck, punishing hi done this before--I don’t know Punishing hiuely aware of so Maybe lots of somebodys I don’t care My hands clench and unclench at his hips He’s sayinghis breath, pressing his forehead againstlare at Scott and walks away

It’s only then that I understand how deeply, righteously, incandescently furious I awo their claims on my body

Slut, Nate wrote, and I believed hiave hih of his shit Enough

Quinn’s atue in front ofwith Krishna, a beer in her hand

There’s a reason the rugby party is popular beyond the blow jobs, and it has a lot to do with the pile of shirts on the stage by the DJ We’re down to our sports bras, lace bras, acres of exposed flesh, girls who are too fat and too thin and just right, and none of us cares We’re here to dance We’re here for one another

There’s a line dance I don’t know the steps They’re si into people, spinning out too far on the twirl and losing ain When I fall, hands reach out to claspsisterhood of thrusting hips and lifted arht

I’ood I’

I love everyone Everyone loves ether Not one of these women would hurt , living

We’re in the , and soe of the rooainst the wall Hooded eyes Watching

So smile that knows too much A dimple that made me think I was safe when I never was, no ood hisand I don’t care

Fuck them

Fuck them both

"I don’t want to see hi, and Quinn gets my elbow and helps me up We’re in West’s aparth to know this is a bad idea

"You don’t have to see hi Keep your trap shut, and you’ll be fine"

Quinn turns on the TV, and a wall of sound blasts out and knocks iggling

She and Krishna are fighting for the reet helps me up and shoves a cold bottle of water inevery freezing, quenching, a s

The sound drops off to a hush The apartment smells like West’s apartht now--except, of course, that I alant the I can do about it

The water soothes s will have to wait for soht

I open my eyes because my balance is off, which is et is right up inmy hair behind ainst a cabinet so her beer-sain

"Why did you bring me here?" My question is supposed to be a whisper, but it sounds like a whimper "I don’t want to see him"

"I knoeetie I know We weren’t sure what else to do with you We have to sober you up, and you were too loud for the dorm"

She leadsWhen I sit, too, Bridget pulls ers The air feels cool against uns Just when e containers of nachos fro myself between couch and cinder-block coffee table props I stuff chips and salt and cheese into et to chew," Krishna says "You know that’s all co back up later"

"No way," Quinn says

"Are you serious?"