Chapter 65

• Narrated by Amelia
• If I thought high school parties were wild, they were nothing compared to college parties. There were kegs in every corner of the two-story house, bottles of all kinds of liquor on the tables, and empty cups scattered on the floor. The music throbbed so loudly that I could feel it through my shoes.
• We arrived at the party thirty minutes late because I couldn’t decide what outfit to wear. Margaret insisted that I wear something hot and drool-worthy, mainly because she didn’t want to be the only one in a daring outfit. I had put on one of the shortest black dresses I could find, with chunky heels. I was slowly but surely regretting my outfit choice with every tug and pull to cover my behind.