I decided for about the hundredth time tonight that I’m not going to Cassandra Castillo’s spring break barter party.
Then I changed my mind, because, fuck it: I’m seventeen, lonely, and horny. If I bailed on the party, not only would Coop and Ben never forgive me, but I’d have nothing else to do tonight that didn’t involve a bottle of hand lotion and a crusty sock of Catholic shame.
Friday night. I was sitting in a booth at a greasy dive with my best friends, Coop and Ben,...